The sun rose gracefully over Seoul, casting a soft golden light through the large windows of the Kim family mansion.

The early morning sky was a canvas of delicate pinks and oranges, heralding the promise of a new day.

The quiet of dawn was only broken by the soft chirping of birds and the distant hum of the city waking up.

Inside the luxurious master bedroom, a boy in his 20's lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, the sheets tangled around his legs.

His broad chest rose and fell with the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep, and the soft light highlighted the defined muscles of his torso.

He wore only a pair of grey joggers, hanging low on his hips, revealing the toned lines of his abdomen and perfect 6 packs.

Even in slumber, Taehyung looked both adorable and alluring, his tousled hair falling over his forehead and his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

Suddenly, a soft chime broke the silence, the sound of a text message arriving on his phone.

Taehyung stirred, a faint frown marring his perfect features as he shifted slightly.

The phone chimed again, this time rousing him from his deep sleep.

His eyes fluttered open, dark and slightly unfocused, as he reached out blindly for the device.

With a groggy groan, he propped himself up on one elbow, his movements languid and unhurried.

The sheets slipped further down, exposing more of his sculpted torso to the morning air. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, his voice deep and husky as he mumbled,

"Is she not sleeping yet ?"He glanced at the screen, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his lips as he saw the name "babylove 💗" flashing on the display.

His heart skipped a beat, the sleepiness fading as excitement took over.

He quickly swiped to open the message, his fingers moving deftly despite the remnants of slumber.

Babylove 💗 : Good morning, love. I miss you so much.

Taehyung's smile widened, his heart swelling with affection.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to tame it into some semblance of order.

He took a deep breath, his voice still low and rough as he responded.

Taehyung: Good morning, baby peach. I miss you more. Did you sleep well?

As he waited for her reply, he leaned back against the headboard, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

The morning sun casts a warm glow on his skin, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the soft curves of his lips.

He looked every bit the part of a man deeply in love, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

The phone chimed again, and he eagerly opened the message.

Babylove 💗: I did, but it's not the same without you.............

Babylove 💗 calling.....

Taehyung

Is my baby eating well hmm?

Babylove 💗
......

Hearing the next words Taehyung's eyes Harden . The call was cut the next minute hearing taehyung silence.

Taehyung's heart aches with longing.

He typed back quickly, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

Taehyung: days feels like forever. I can't wait to hold you again, baby candy. The bed feels too empty without you.

The reply was instant, and he could almost hear her soft, shy giggle in the words.

Babylove 💗: I'll make it up to you, I promise. For now, just know I'm thinking of you.

Taehyung's smile turned playful, his earlier tension frustration melting away.

Taehyung: You better. Because I'm going crazy without you here.

He set the phone down, his thoughts lingering on their conversation.

Despite the physical distance, her messages brought her closer, filling the void her absence had created.

With a contented sigh, Taehyung caressed the bed on another side of bed and deepened his nose inhaling the heavy amount of scent of rosemary and cocoa which belongs to his baby, muzzling to heart content he rose from the bed,

He made his way to the bathroom, stripping off his joggers and stepping into the glass-enclosed shower.

The hot water cascaded over his body, steam filling the space as he leaned his head back, letting the soothing heat relax his muscles.

Water droplets clung to his hair, trailing down his chiseled jawline and muscular chest, glistening in the morning light.

Taehyung ran his hands through his hair, the strands slick and dark, as the water streamed over his shoulders and down his back.

His muscles flexed and rippled with each movement, the physicality of his form a testament to his dedication to fitness.

As he washed, his thoughts drifted back to his baby peach, imagining her delicate hands running over his skin, her laughter echoing in the tiled room.

"I miss you so much," he murmured to himself, his voice deep and resonant in the confined space.

The shower felt emptier without her presence, and he longed for the day she would be back with him, filling his mornings with her warmth and love.

Reluctantly, he turned off the water and stepped out, droplets cascading from his hair and skin.

He grabbed a plush towel, wrapping it securely around his toned abdomen.

The towel hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V-lines and chilled abs of his lower torso and the strength in his legs.

He moved to the mirror, wiping away the condensation and staring at his reflection.

With practice ease, he began his grooming routine, meticulously drying his hair before styling it into a sleek, professional look.

His hands moved with precision, each motion calculated to achieve the perfect balance of effortless charm and sophisticated allure.

Taehyung then proceeded to his walk-in closet, where he selected a tailored navy blue suit.

He dressed quickly, the fabric fitting snugly over his broad shoulders and tapering down his lean frame.

He buttoned up the crisp white shirt, adjusting the cuffs before slipping on his Rolex watch, the silver band gleaming against his wrist.

As a final touch, he picked out a silk tie, expertly knotting it and adjusting it to perfection.

He gave himself one last look in the mirror, smoothing down his suit jacket and ensuring every detail was immaculate.

Satisfied, he left the bathroom, exuding confidence and poise.

Even though his heart ached with the absence of his wife, he was ready to face the day, his thoughts buoyed by the promise of her return.

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In the kitchen, Jinnie was bustling about, preparing breakfast.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air.

As the secretary and sister-in-law of Taehyung, she took her role seriously, both in the office and at home.

Her husband, Namjoon, was already in the home gym, working up a sweat.

His disciplined routine was a stark contrast to his occasional playful fear of his wife's slippers.

In another room, their younger sister, Hyun, was gracefully moving through her morning yoga routine.

The tranquility of her exercises helped her prepare for the day ahead, balancing her studies and the family dynamics.

Taehyung made his way downstairs to join his family at the breakfast table.

The dining room was elegantly set, with a large table at its center surrounded by matching high-backed chairs.

The table was laden with an array of breakfast foods, a less spicy variety to accommodate everyone's tastes.

There were fluffy scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, freshly baked croissants, assorted fruits, and a selection of jams and spreads.

Namjoon and Jinnie were already seated, engaged in their usual playful banter.

Namjoon playfully tugged on Jinnie's braid, earning a mock glare from her.

She retaliated by swatting his arm and launching into an impromptu rap in the morning.

"Breakfast time, it's our prime, Namjoon's lifting weights, but can he rhyme?"

Jinnie teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. "You know I can't compete with that, Jinnie. I'll stick to lifting weights."

The older Kim couple watched their children with fond smiles, their eyes crinkling at the corners.

They were seated at the head of the table, enjoying their coffee and the lively atmosphere their family created.

Taehyung settled into his chair, his gaze repeatedly drifting to the empty seat beside him.

The absence of hsi baby candy was palpable, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing.

He missed her presence, her laughter, and the way she would sneak a piece of fruit off his plate when she thought he wasn't looking.

"Taehyung, are you alright?" his mother asked gently, noticing his distraction.

Taehyung forced a smile, nodding. "Yes, Mother. Just thinking about the day ahead."

She gave him a knowing look as she knew he was like tik tik boom right now but didn't press further.

The family continued their breakfast, the room filled with the sounds of clinking cutlery, soft laughter, and the occasional playful argument between Namjoon and Jinnie.

Despite the pleasant chatter and delicious food, Taehyung's mood remained noticeably tense.

His thoughts were consumed by his baby, and the days until her return felt like an eternity.

As the meal came to an end, he excused himself, needing to focus on the task at hand.

"I'm heading to her company," he announced, rising from his chair.

"We need to finalize the model for our upcoming campaign."

"Good luck," his father said, giving him an encouraging nod.

"And remember, patience is key."

Taehyung smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Father."

With a last glance at the empty chair beside him, Taehyung left the dining room, his heart heavy with longing but his mind determined.

He needed to see his baby peach, even if it was just for a moment, and he knew exactly he was carving for her crazily .

Taehyung's presence at the company caused an immediate stir.

The moment he stepped into the sleek, modern lobby, whispers and curious glances followed him.

Employees speculated about the reason for his unexpected visit, their voices hushed but eager.

As he made his way to the modeling department, the atmosphere grew more charged.

Taehyung's sharp suit and commanding presence exuded authority, making it clear he was a man on a mission.

His destination was the office of the modeling department, where he intended to secure the best talent for his company's upcoming campaign.

Inside the department, a woman notorious for her provocativeness spotted him.

She was tall and striking, with a body flaunted by a tight, low-cut dress that left little to the imagination.

Her heavy makeup and exaggerated lashes gave her an artificial allure, while her movements were deliberately seductive.

She was the embodiment of vanity and ambition, with a reputation for using her looks to get what she wanted.

Seeing Taehyung, she sauntered over with a suggestive smile, her hips swaying as she walked.

"Mr. Kim," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

She stepped closer, invading his personal space, and made a show of adjusting her neckline to expose more cleavage.

"I heard you're looking for a model. I think I could be perfect for the role."

She reached out, her manicured fingers just inches away from touching his chest, her intentions clear.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, and he took a deliberate step back, his expression cold and unyielding.

"You're not what we're looking for," he said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He turned away from her advances, his disdain evident.

The woman's smile faltered, and she bristled at the rejection, her eyes narrowing with irritation.

Before she could respond, Taehyung strode purposefully towards the low-level manager overseeing the modeling department.

"Where is the contract for the model I asked for?" Taehyung demanded, his voice laced with authority.

The manager, a weaselly man with a smug demeanor, sneered as he leaned back in his chair.

"You mean Mrs Jungkookie?" he scoffed.

"She's not fit for this campaign. We need someone with more... presence," he said, casting a lecherous glance at the provocatively dressed woman.

Taehyung's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin.

"Jungkookie is exactly what we need," he replied icily.

"And if you can't see that, perhaps you're not fit for this position."

The manager's face twisted with disdain.

"She's just a pretty face. No real talent. We need someone who can sell, not some prissy little-"

Taehyung's temper snapped.

With lightning speed, he grabbed the manager by the collar and hauled him out of his chair.

The office fell silent as everyone turned to watch the unfolding confrontation.

Taehyung's eyes were dark with fury, his knuckles white as he held the struggling man.

"Say one more word against her," Taehyung growled, his voice low and menacing,

"and you'll regret it."

The manager's bravado crumbled, but before he could stammer an apology, Taehyung's fist connected with his jaw.

The impact sent the man sprawling to the floor, blood trickling from his split lip.

Taehyung shook his hand, feeling the sting in his knuckles, but his anger was far from sated.

"You're fired," Taehyung said coldly, his voice echoing in the stunned silence.

"Pack your things and get out. Now."

The provocatively dressed woman backed away, her earlier confidence shattered.

She quickly disappeared, not wanting to draw Taehyung's ire.

Taehyung turned to the rest of the staff, who were watching with wide eyes.

"Let this be a lesson," Taehyung continued, his voice firm and authoritative.

"Disrespect will not be tolerated in this company. Jungkookie is the model we want, and I expect her to be treated with the utmost respect."

He turned on his heel and left the office, his hand throbbing from the punch. Blood stained his knuckles, but he paid it no mind.

His thoughts were consumed with getting back to his office and calming his racing heart.

The mere idea of someone disrespecting his baby love was enough to ignite a rage he rarely showed.

As he exited the building, the employees remained silent, their gazes following him with a mix of awe and fear.

Taehyung's power in the business world was undeniable and today he show little bit glimpse of how far he is willing to go to protect the one he loves.

Meanwhile, in the reception area, Jungkookie had just finished signing in and was about to inform the manager of her arrival.

Her petite frame was clad in a comfortable oversized hoodie, the fabric draping delicately over her slender figure.

Baggy sweatpants hung loosely on her hips, emphasizing the smallness of her waist.

As she turned to head towards the manager's office, a sudden tug on her arm startled her, causing her to glance back with wide doe eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed with a natural rosy hue, accentuating the softness of her features.

Her button nose twitched in curiosity, adding to her adorable charm.

With dainty fingers, she adjusted the strap of her backpack, the motion causing a few strands of her chestnut hair to fall across her forehead.

She brushed them away with a gentle flick, revealing her smooth, flawless skin and the faint freckles dusting her cheeks.

Her lips, naturally pink and pouty, curved into a shy smile, giving her an innocent yet alluring allure.

Despite her casual attire, there was an undeniable elegance and grace in the way she carried herself, her every movement imbued with a sense of quiet confidence.

As she prepared to address the manager, The sudden tug on her arm startled her, she was pulled in a secluded corner.

With a broadening smile, he strode over to where she was standing, pulling her into a secluded corner. Before she could utter a word, his longing and frustration pouring into the embrace

When her hands laced with his, he noticed just how small they were now that her palms were pressed into his.

He could wrap his fingers around her entire hand.

There were no awkward pauses, no second thoughts, no worries of what he was doing what's around- only him and her and their hands fitting together like puzzle pieces.

"I love you so much," he said quietly, and she smiled at him with a hundred words behind her doe eyes.

Just as quickly as her hands laced with his, he kissed her.

She responded with such enthusiasm that he was taken aback at first, but regained his composure and reminded himself of what was happening;

he was really kissing her, she was really kissing him, she was right here in front of him and the world around them was meaningless.

Nothing could have possibly meant more than them, nothing could have more beauty than this moment: those small hands pressed into his, the way her round eyes fluttered to a close.

She fit into him like a glove, her kiss like the beating of a butterfly's wings, soft until it became addictive.

It was the murmuring, cool breeze of a summer evening; it was falling asleep to the faint noises of the Burrow; it was a red, blazing fire, yet a gentle, trickling rain all at once.

And he was falling fast, craving her scent and the feel of her so close to him, unsure where he ended and she began. He had never been more grateful to have life until now.

He would have rather walked into hell again and again than lose this:

her entrancing eyes, her captivating smile against his lips, her laugh when he did something stupid, her hair and how it fell over her shoulder when she looked at him, her raspy voice in the mornings, and her hands, those tiny hands, conforming and loosening to his calloused fingers in perfect rhythm with him.

But his stupid, stupid lungs had to find air, and he was forced to separate from her with the feeling of gravity being torn out of his core.

Somehow, she had been moved up onto a ledge, sitting high above him and disconnecting her hands from his (with another pitiful drop in his stomach) so she could run them through his disheveled hair, and he closed his eyes at her touch.

She was looking up at him with such an inviting warmth that he wanted to kiss her again, but he wouldn't be able to control so he rested his forehead against her their nosie bumping with eachother as they takes heavy breath.

His voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat, laughing a little before she made the move to kiss him again: he had become addicted, and she knew it, but this was short and sweet. God, he had forgotten how much he loved her.

"Surprise Hyungie ".
She breathed heavily.

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