That evening, Jungkook sat cross-legged on the couch in the living room, his laptop balanced on his knees as he worked on his latest story. The soft clacking of the keyboard filled the quiet space, blending with the faint hum of the TV in the background where Beomgyu lounged, flipping through channels.

The sudden chime of the doorbell broke the stillness. Jungkook's fingers paused mid-sentence, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a warmth spreading through his chest. He knew who it was. Setting his laptop aside, he quickly rose to his feet, his excitement evident in the way he nearly tripped over the coffee table on his way to the door.

Beomgyu glanced over, smirking. "Wow, you're like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home."

Jungkook shot him a playful glare but didn't respond, his focus already on the door. Pulling it open, his heart fluttered at the sight of Taehyung standing there, his tie slightly loosened, his hair slightly tousled from the day. Despite the long hours, Taehyung's face lit up the moment their eyes met.

"Hey," Taehyung murmured, his voice soft and warm.

"Hey," Jungkook replied, his shy smile blooming as his cheeks turned pink.

For a moment, they just stood there, drinking each other in. Jungkook's hand lingered on the doorknob as Taehyung stepped forward, bridging the small gap between them.

"You didn't have to wait by the door," Taehyung teased, though his eyes gleamed with affection.

"I wasn't waiting," Jungkook mumbled, though the slight pink on his cheeks gave him away. He stepped aside to let Taehyung in, his fingers brushing lightly against Taehyung's arm as he passed. The simple touch sent a soft warmth through both of them, though neither said anything about it.

As they walked into the living room, Jungkook turned to him, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "Are you hungry?"

Taehyung shook his head, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Not really. Just tired."

"Okay," Jungkook murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

After a quick trip to freshen up, Taehyung returned, his tie gone and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He settled onto the couch beside Jungkook, the space between them small but deliberate. Beomgyu was still sprawled on the other end, engrossed in the movie playing on the screen. Taehyung tried to follow along, his gaze flickering to the TV, but his hand gravitated naturally toward Jungkook's.

Jungkook, meanwhile, was typing away on his laptop, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes. His fingers paused mid-sentence, aware of Taehyung's presence and the proximity of their hands. His heart did a little flip, but he didn't look up, afraid his face would betray just how much he noticed Taehyung's closeness.

Without thinking too much, Taehyung shifted slightly, letting his pinky brush lightly against Jungkook's. It was subtle, tentative, but intentional. Jungkook stilled for a moment before his lips curved into a small, shy smile. He didn't pull away. Instead, he let his pinky curl around Taehyung's in a quiet acknowledgment of the gesture.

Time passed, and Jungkook remained absorbed in his story, fingers typing away, while his pinky stayed gently entwined with Taehyung's. The comfort of their closeness settled between them like a quiet promise, unspoken but understood.

Then, the sound of footsteps approached from the hallway. Jungkook looked up just in time to see Taehyung's father and grandmother enter the living room, both greeting them with warm smiles.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, and he felt the familiar rush of shyness flooding his chest. His fingers immediately began to pull away from Taehyung's, but Taehyung's grip tightened ever so slightly, keeping their hands together.

Jungkook froze, his face turning bright red, as his father and grandmother moved into the room. He tried to look anywhere but at them, feeling exposed under their gaze, but Taehyung didn't let go.

Taehyung's grandmother, with a knowing twinkle in her eyes, chuckled softly. "Oh, Jungkook... no need to shy away. He's your husband, after all. Besides, I'm happy to see you both getting closer to each other."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed even deeper, and he couldn't help but smile shyly. He glanced at Taehyung, who simply grinned back at him, a playful glint in his eyes as he squeezed Jungkook's hand gently. It was a small but meaningful gesture, reassuring Jungkook in the midst of his nervousness.

Taehyung's father, who had been watching them with a smile, cleared his throat. "So... I have something to tell you both..."

"What is it, Dad?" Taehyung asked, his curiosity piqued.

His father smiled warmly. "Well... it's been a few weeks since your marriage, and I can see that you both are getting along really well..."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed a soft pink, but he smiled shyly, his fingers still loosely entwined with Taehyung's.

"So," his father continued, "I've booked tickets for your honeymoon."

Jungkook's eyes widened, his blush deepening. "H-honeymoon?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

His father nodded, his tone gentle but firm. "Yes. It'll be a chance for you both to spend quality time together, get to know each other better, and enjoy each other's company. It's also a perfect way to strengthen your bond."

"You didn't have to do that, Dad," Taehyung said, though his voice carried a hint of gratitude.

Before his father could respond, Taehyung's grandmother chimed in with a twinkle in her eyes. "Oh, he absolutely needed to do that. New couples should have their alone time and privacy. This will be the perfect opportunity for you both. Besides, it'll be good for you to travel and explore a new place together."

Jungkook fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his nerves showing. "Where... where are we going?" he asked timidly, his gaze shifting between Taehyung's father and grandmother.

"Paris" dad smiled

"Paris?" Jungkook asked eagerly. He loved Paris and had always wanted to go there.

Grandmother smiled," yes. Paris. It's a beautiful and romantic city. Perfect for a honeymoon."

Beomgyu chimed in," You guys are going on a honeymoon? Does that mean I'll be an uncle soon?" He teased.

Jungkook's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and his eyes widened in embarrassment. "B-Beomgyu!" he sputtered, his voice coming out in a high-pitched squeak.

Taehyung, on the other hand, rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the amused smirk tugging at his lips. "You really have no filter, do you?" he said, ruffling Beomgyu's hair in mock annoyance.

"What? I'm just saying," Beomgyu said with a playful shrug, leaning back on the couch. "Paris is the city of love, after all. You can't blame me for making assumptions."

"Stop teasing him," Taehyung's grandmother interjected, though her tone was light. "Jungkook is already blushing enough. And anyway, let them enjoy their honeymoon without any pressure."

"Exactly," Jungkook muttered under his breath, avoiding everyone's gaze as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt again.

Taehyung chuckled and slung an arm around Jungkook's shoulders, pulling him close. "Don't worry," he said softly, his voice meant only for Jungkook. "We'll make it memorable in our own way."

Jungkook glanced up at him, his nerves easing slightly under Taehyung's reassuring gaze. He nodded, his shy smile returning. "Yeah... Paris. It'll be amazing."

(I'm so excited for paris and what I'll bring! )