🥀58. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

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Taehyung's expression remained unreadable for a moment, but then, slowly, he took a step forward, his presence filling the space between them.

The cold, stormy fury in his gaze was unmistakable.

"Finally," Taehyung's voice rumbled. "You've shown your true colours,"

Jungkook blinked at his words and a crystal clear tear rolled down her flushed cheeks, tracing the curve of her face like the last remnants of a storm.

Sangwoon watched with a twisted satisfaction as the tear slid down Jungkook's flushed cheek, his smirk widening. "Look at that," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "The perfect little wife reduced to tears. How pathetic."

Sangwoon leaned in closer, clearly relishing the moment. "It's almost poetic, isn't it? You finally see who you've married." He chuckled darkly, eyes gleaming with malicious glee. "The mighty Kim Taehyung, and yet... look how easily you're falling apart."

A deep, bone-chilling silence cut through the air. Taehyung's cold, stormy gaze never left her.

Sangwoon stepped forward, a vile grin stretching across his face. He looked Taehyung up and down, his tone dripping with mockery. "Don't be disheartened, man. This is your wife's true nature. The one you trust blindly doesn't deserve that trust."

He paused, his voice lowering to a disgusting, almost teasing whisper. "All she wants is money. She's beautiful, sure, but that doesn't mean you should let her play you like this." His gaze gleaming with a sick satisfaction.

"You think she's loyal to you? Don't make the mistake of accepting her as your wife. You're rich, I'm rich. The rich have hobbies, don't we?"

A twisted, almost merry laugh escaped him as he leaned in further, the words coming slower now, like venom from a snake's fangs. "You can have her sometimes. But sometimes, I..." He let the words linger in the night air, dark and disgusting. "... I'll have her too."

Jungkook felt the blood drain from her face. The humiliation crashed over her, the anger and disgust rising like a tidal wave.

Taehyung, however, was another story.

His eyes flickered to Jungkook for only a moment, but in that split second, something in his expression shifted. His gaze, once icy, was now molten with rage.

Without warning, Taehyung's hand shot out like lightning, faster than anyone could blink. His fist collided with Sangwoon's face with a sound so brutal it shattered the night's stillness.

SMACK!!

The impact was deafening, echoing off the walls and the force sent Sangwoon stumbling back, head jerked to the side. His smug expression was wiped clean off his face, replaced by shock and pain. His hand flew to his cheek, his eyes wide in disbelief as he struggled to stay on his feet, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

But Taehyung wasn't done.

Taehyung lifting Sangwoon off the ground as he brought him closer by his collar, his face dark with a fury that bordered on feral.

"How dare you disrespect her?" he hissed, his voice a low, possessive growl. "You think she's here for you to fantasize about, like a plaything? She's not some plaything for men like you to talk about."

"Let me make this real clear for you," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, each word cutting like a blade. "She's my wife—mine—and I'll be damned if I let scum like you breathe the same air as her."

He jerked Sangwoon forward, his face close enough to feel the rage rolling off him in waves.

"So listen closely, asshole. You come near her again, you even say her name, and I swear on my wife, I'll make you regret it so bad you'll wish you'd never been born."

Taehyung pushed him away. Sangwoon's face went pale, his earlier arrogance completely shattered under Taehyung's intense gaze.

Jungkook froze, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the scene unfold. She had never seen Taehyung act like this. The calm CEO she knew had disappeared, replaced by someone fierce, untouchable and utterly riled.

The silence that followed Taehyung's words was deafening, as if the entire world had paused to witness the power in the air between them.

But before Jungkook could even exhale the breath she was holding, that relief was violently ripped away.

Sangwoon wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes narrowing. He sneered, his posture stiffening as he rose to his feet, glaring at Taehyung with a deep hatred.

"This isn't over."

Before Sangwoon could even take a step forward, Taehyung moved.

Taehyung's fist came crashing forward with a force that could break steel. The punch connected with Sangwoon's jaw with a sickening crack, the sound echoing through the night. Sangwoon was sent reeling backward, his body crumpling to the pavement with a harsh thud. His breath whooshed out of him as his back hit the ground, the impact leaving him stunned and gasping for air.

Jungkook's eyes widened as she saw Sangwoon crumple, his arrogant composure shattered in an instant.

Taehyung stood over him. The fury in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest. He looked down at Sangwoon like a predator eyeing its prey.

"This," Taehyung's voice was like ice, and every word felt as if it could freeze the air around them, "is for touching my wife."

The coldness of his words was matched by his steely gaze. He didn't need to say anything more.

The message was clear.

Taehyung Kim was not someone to be trifled with and anyone who dared hurt the ones he loved would pay the price.

Jungkook stood a few steps away, her eyes never leaving the scene. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but there was a strange relief in seeing this—finally seeing Sangwoon receive the consequences for everything he had done to her.

Finally, Taehyung turned his back to Sangwoon, never once glancing at him again. He walked toward Jungkook. His eyes softened as they met hers, and though the anger was still there, it was tempered with something else now—concern, perhaps, or the unspoken promise that he would never let anyone hurt her again.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung's voice was gentle, his hand reaching out to cup her face, his thumb brushing away the tear that had fallen earlier.

Jungkook nodded, her chest tightening with emotion. She didn't know what to say. She had expected this to be a nightmare, but instead, Taehyung had turned it into something else—something protective, something that made her feel safe.

Taehyung's hand stayed on Jungkook's cheek and he nodded. Jungkook blinked and nodded back.

Without a word, Jungkook stepped past Taehyung, her gaze hardening with the same fire she had carried for years. The anger now erupted and without hesitation, she turned to Sangwoon, who was still groaning on the ground, trying to regain his senses.

Jungkook raised her hand, and in the next instant, a loud, resounding slap echoed in the night.

The slap was hard, a force of pain, humiliation, and betrayal all coming to a head. It left a red imprint on Sangwoon's face, his head snapping to the side from the force, disbelief clouding his features.

"You're nothing but a coward and a disgusting excuse for a man." Jungkook spat the words out, each one a dagger aimed at his pride.

Sangwoon's eyes narrowed, the initial shock fading into a sneer but the sting of the slap still lingered.

Taehyung, still standing behind her, watched the exchange with an unreadable expression, but his jaw was tight, the protective instinct in him flaring as he watched Jungkook finally take control of the situation.

Jungkook's adrenaline was still pulsing, her heart pounding as she looked back at Sangwoon one last time. With a final look, she gave him a small but sharp kick, her nose scrunching cutely as she did, a little gesture that managed to be fierce and adorable all at once.

Then she turned, her face softening as her eyes found Taehyung.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jungkook ran toward him and threw herself into his arms, feeling his warmth wrap around her instantly, filling her with safety.

Taehyung's arms closed tightly around her, pulling her in as if to shield her from everything. He could feel her tremble slightly, her body still coming down from the rush of what had just happened. Without a word, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his hand stroking up and down her back.

Jungkook buried her face against his chest, inhaling his familiar musky scent. The sound of his heartbeat soothed her. She let out a shaky sigh, the tension of the last moments melted in his embrace.

"Better?" Taehyung murmured while brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, his eyes scanning her expression with concern.

"Much better," Jungkook nodded, lifting her head to meet his gaze. 

Jungkook wiped the last remnants of her tears away, a playful smile slowly forming on her lips. She straightened up, brushing off the dirt on her clothes, and clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So, the Best Actor of the Year Award," she began, her voice bright with seriousness, "goes to Jungkook Taehyung Kim!"

"And the award for Best Supporting Actor goes to... Taehyung Kim!"

Jungkook gestured dramatically toward him, as if he were accepting an award on stage.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a small smile. He shook his head, clearly amused but trying to maintain his stoic demeanor.

"Supporting actor?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

Jungkook, with a completely innocent expression, nodded happily. "Yes, supporting actor! You played your part perfectly. Bravo, my dear husband."

Taehyung stared at her for a long moment, before shaking his head.

"I don't even know whether to be flattered or insulted," he muttered under his breath, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed him.

Meanwhile, on the muddy ground not far from them, Sangwoon was still laying there, completely disoriented, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. His pride was in tatters and the confusion on his face made it clear that he was no longer sure whether to be angry or embarrassed. His body was covered in dirt and he struggled to sit up, groaning as he tried to make sense of his disastrous evening.

He blinked up at them, trying to figure out how he had gone from being the one in control to a literal punchline in this strange play.

Jungkook turned to face Sangwoon, her arms crossing in front of her. Her gaze was icy as she stared down at him, still lying in the mud, a pathetic sight.

"What did you think?" she asked, "You'll call me at midnight and I'll come running alone, like some helpless damsel? You think I'm that stupid?"

A cruel laugh escaped Jungkook's pillowy cherry-red lips, but it wasn't the kind of laugh that suggested humor. It was the kind that came from someone who had seen through the game, someone who had already won.

"See, you dirty worm," she continued, her words cutting through the silence between them, "I'm not like the heroines in those pathetic daily soaps, who will play the role of the weak woman who acts hero without any backup. No. I'm not your puppet, Sangwoon."

"Well, guess what? You're not even worth my time, you pathetic hooman."

Sangwoon opened his mouth to respond, but the words failed him. He was still processing what had just happened—the slap, the punch, the fact that he had been played.

Jungkook glanced over her shoulder at Taehyung, who gave her a nod. It was a silent confirmation that this was all part of their plan.

What Sangwoon didn't realize was that he had fallen right into their hands.

"This," Jungkook continued, "this whole damn thing was an act. A setup." She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Sangwoon.

"And you, you dumb fool, were played right into it."

Flashback

Taehyung and Jungkook were sitting in their bedroom.

When Taehyung ended the call from Sangwoon, he found Jungkook standing in the balcony. Then, Jungkook explained him all the matter.

And now both of them knew the stakes had just risen to dangerous heights.

Jungkook's eyes were sharp. "He wants to meet," she said quietly, her voice laced with frustration. "He really thinks he can control me with threats... with these games."

Taehyung, who had been silently watching her, finally spoke. "He wants to provoke you. He doesn't know who he's messing with."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "I know. But it's still dangerous. What if he tries something? Or worse, what if he goes after you or Jimin?"

Taehyung stood, moving to stand beside her. "We can't let him control us. We've already been patient. Now it's time to turn the tables."

Jungkook met his gaze, her eyes flickering with determination. "But what if he decides to hurt someone, or—"

He interrupted her gently. "Then we make sure he knows exactly who he's dealing with. Sangwoon is reckless, and we're going to use that against him."

She frowned. "How? We can't just go after him directly, it's too dangerous. He's unpredictable."

Taehyung paced for a moment, his mind working through their options. "We need to make him believe that he has the upper hand, to lure him into a trap. He's too arrogant, too obsessed with you to see it coming."

Jungkook took a deep breath, her mind racing. "So... we fake it. Make him think he's manipulating us. But how can we be sure he'll fall for it?"

Taehyung stopped pacing, turning toward her with a glint of certainty in his eyes. "I've been dealing with people like him for years. Arrogant, self-absorbed men who think they can control everything. He'll buy it. And once he does... we can expose him. The second he thinks he's in control, we'll be in position to take him down."

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as she began to see the plan unfolding. "We make him think we're broken, that we're scared of him. Then we make our move."

Taehyung nodded. "Exactly. And you, Mrs Kim, you'll be the key. He's too obsessed with you to see past his own desires. We'll use that to make him slip up. The more he believes he's in control of you, the easier it will be to expose him."

Jungkook smiled, her lips curling slightly as the plan settled into place. "So, I'll play the role. I'll let him think he's winning. And when he's at his most confident... we'll strike."

Taehyung's gaze softened. Jungkook stood, walking to him and taking his hand. "I trust you. Let's do this."

They had been through so much together, but now, facing a challenge that threatened their peace, they were ready to fight back.

Together, they would bring Sangwoon to his knees.

────Flashback End────────────

Their bond, unbreakable and strong, had turned the tables on the man who had thought he could control them.

Taehyung stepped forward, his usual stoic expression hiding the amusement in his eyes as he looked down at Sangwoon.

"Did you really think you could mess with her?" he asked, his voice calm, but carrying a hidden sharpness that hinted at the storm beneath the surface. "You've clearly underestimated her."

He glanced at Jungkook, who was standing next to him, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at her lips as she casually blew air onto her nails, her gaze lazily drifting over to Sangwoon.

The sight of her like this made it clear—Jungkook was no delicate flower.

"My wife is a volcano."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow at the word, her lips curving into a sweet yet dangerously playful smile. Her eyes flashed with mischief, a storm brewing behind them, and though she stood there so casually, it was clear she was far from innocent.

"A volcano," Taehyung repeated, his lips twitching amused by the whole situation. "You see, the thing about volcanoes is—sometimes they look calm and peaceful on the outside, but when they erupt, it's not just hot lava that you have to worry about. You might just get buried alive."

Jungkook was far from the delicate, helpless person sangwoon had imagined. Jungkook was powerful and she wasn't afraid to show it.

Taehyung tilted his head slightly, watching Sangwoon's confusion turn into nervousness.

Jungkook, her lips curling into a playful but dangerous grin, tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Guess you should've done your homework, Sangwoon," she said, her tone laced with venom. "I'm not the damsel you thought I was. And now, you get to see just how much fire I've got inside."

Sangwoon, humiliated beyond belief, finally pushed himself off the ground, his face reddened with fury and disbelief. His earlier arrogance was completely gone, replaced by defeated expression.

"Aww, Lee Sangwoon!" Jungkook called out, her voice almost sing-song. "What? Your man ego got hurt?"

Sangwoon, now sitting up, glared at her with eyes filled with rage and humiliation. He opened his mouth to retort, but the words seemed to get caught in his throat. The situation pressed down on him, and the last thing he wanted was to make it worse.

Jungkook's smirk only widened as she saw him struggle. "How does it feel to be this close to winning everything, and then losing it all in a single moment?" she taunted, her words playful but laced with sharp satisfaction.

Taehyung simply watched the scene with quiet amusement. He wasn't one for petty words, but seeing Sangwoon squirm after everything he had done—well, it felt like a sweet victory. He couldn't hide the small smirk that tugged at his lips.

Jungkook turned to Taehyung and wrapped both hands around his bicep. With a smirk tugging at her lips, she tilted her head slightly and spoke in a teasing tone, "Mr. Kim, let's go home. My beauty sleep got completely destroyed because of a creepy worm."

She gave Sangwoon a dismissive glance, her eyes filled with distaste. Her fingers tightened on Taehyung's arm, urging him forward as she added, her voice more teasing,

  "Honestly, some people really don't know when to quit, do they?"

Taehyung's eyes softened as he looked down at her. His hand moved to gently touch hers, giving it a squeeze as he nodded. "Let's go home,"

Together, they turned away from the mess that was Sangwoon, walking side by side as Taehyung led the way. Jungkook, still with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, didn't even look back.

They left Sangwoon to wallow in his prideful mess.

The only thing that mattered now was that they were together, and no one—not even someone as disgusting as Sangwoon—could break that bond.

Sangwoon sat on the muddy ground, his rage bubbling under the surface like a volcano waiting to erupt. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his whole body trembling with the force of his anger.

He had been humiliated, disrespected, and outplayed—by them.

Sangwoon slowly pushed himself to his feet, his legs shaking from the effort, but his mind was already consumed by one thought: revenge. The sting of his defeat, the mocking words that Jungkook had thrown at him, burned into his memory, and his pride, shattered into a million pieces, began to smolder with the promise of payback.

His eyes narrowed, cold and calculating, as a sinister smile twisted his bloodied lips. They think this is over?

No.

The Kim family had no idea what they had just set into motion. What they had done was a mistake—a big one. He had been the one to play the game, but now, he was the one who would make the rules. The thought of seeing Jungkook and Taehyung brought down from their pedestal filled him with a satisfaction.

Sangwoon wiped the mud from his clothes, his face set so dark that it would freeze anyone who looked upon it. His mind was already spinning, plotting the perfect retaliation. He wouldn't let them walk away unscathed.

This was far from over. Jungkook would regret crossing him. And Taehyung—well, he would pay for his blind trust.

Sangwoon's lips curled into a cruel, sinister grin. You've underestimated me, he thought, eyes gleaming with malice. But I won't make that mistake. Not again.

The night grew colder, but his burning desire for revenge warmed his soul.

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As the heavy door to the Kim manor's room closed behind them, a weary but content sigh escaped Jungkook. her face scrunching up as she let out a small grumble.

"Ugh, I can't believe that creepy worm had the audacity to mess up my beauty sleep..." she muttered, her voice a soft, irritated whine as she stretched out. Her arms flopped dramatically to the side, as if the weight of the world had just been placed on her shoulders.

Jungkook glared at the bedroom floor as if it were somehow responsible for Sangwoon's actions. "Creepy Man," she huffed.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "You're already getting revenge," he said smoothly. "All that drama today? Beautifully played."

Jungkook snorted, unable to stay mad for too long. She stomped around the room, fluffing the pillows on the bed with a huff, her cheeks puffed out in annoyance.

She turned to Taehyung, who was calmly setting their phones on the nightstand, plugging them both into the chargers. Jungkook crossed her arms over her chest, still grumbling under her breath.

Taehyung watched quietly as Jungkook continued her adorable grumbling, her face scrunching up in irritation as she fluffed the pillows for the umpteenth time. His eyes softening only slightly as he observed her. She was so wrapped up in her frustration that she didn't even notice him stepping toward her until he was right behind her.

Without saying a word, Taehyung moved swiftly, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her effortlessly into his arms in a bridal carry. Jungkook's surprised gasp was barely heard as she blinked up at him, her small form cradled against his chest. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, Taehyung was already carrying her toward the bed.

He didn't wait for her to say anything.

Without a word, he gently lowered her onto the bed, his hands guiding her carefully as he laid her down. He gently pulled the duvet and covered Jungkook tenderly. Once done, he pulled back. But instead of stepping away immediately, Taehyung hovered over her, his body leaning just slightly forward, his hands braced on either side of her on the bed, caging her in with his presence.

Jungkook's heart raced, her earlier complaints fading as she blinked up at him, her breath catching in her throat.

"Mr Kim..." she whispered, her voice soft, a little breathless. "Why did you tuck me like a baby?"

Taehyung's lips quirked up into a small smile as he looked down at Jungkook, who was still tucked comfortably under the blanket, her eyes sleepy but full of that familiar sass.

"Because you are a baby,"

Jungkook blinked at him, still not fully awake, her lips pressing together in an adorable pout. She groaned, the sound muffled by the pillow she was half-buried in.

"You're so lucky I'm tired, Mr. Kim. If I wasn't, I'd have something really good to say to that."

Taehyung chuckled, a low, rich sound, as he leaned down closer to her. "Oh? I can't wait to hear it."

His voice was teasing, but his eyes were filled with such fondness that it made Jungkook's heart flutter. Jungkook managed to lift her heavy eyelids just enough to glance at him, still pouting but clearly too tired to argue.

"Do you know what your mental age is?" he asked.

Jungkook blinked, her eyelids heavy as she lifted her gaze to meet his. Her brow furrowed slightly, still trying to make sense of his question, but her pout was too cute to take seriously.

"What?" she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.

Taehyung held up three fingers in front of her face. "Three,"

Jungkook blinked at him, clearly still in a daze but trying to process his words. Then, with a dramatic sigh, she weakly shoved at his chest with a pout.

"You'll be three years old, not me," she grumbled, though it was hard to take her seriously with how soft and sleepy her voice sounded. "I'm the adult here."

"Of course, Mrs. Kim. Whatever makes you sleep at night,"

Taehyung stayed still, his gaze fixed on Jungkook.

Slowly, Taehyung leaned down, his body hovering over hers just enough to close the distance. His warm breath stirred against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Jungkook's heart raced, and she instinctively reached up, her hands sliding from his chest to the back of his neck. Her fingers brushed the fine hairs at his nape, the soft strands tickling her fingertips, and the small touch made her chest flutter.

"Mrs. Kim..." Taehyung murmured.

Jungkook's breath caught, her fingers tightening in his hair as she tilted her head slightly, her lips parted in expectation. Taehyung's breath ghosted across her lips as he spoke again.

"I want to tell you something," he whispered, his eyes searching hers.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. She gulped, curiosity swirling inside her. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, as if she were holding her breath, waiting for him to share whatever was on his mind.

"That..." Taehyung whispered.

"That?" Jungkook asked eagerly.

"The place you are sleeping is mine," he whispered, as if it were an undeniable fact.

Jungkook blinked, her eyes widening as she processed his words. For a second, the room seemed to freeze. Taehyung, still hovering over her, looked down at her with that same quiet intensity, but his words hung in the air like a weight.

Jungkook's lips parted, her brow furrowing in surprise and disbelief. Then, she sat up abruptly, shoving him enough on his chest to push him away, her eyes wide with frustration and amusement. She crossed her arms over her chest, her face flushed with anger.

"What did you just say?" she demanded, her voice a playful yet annoyed squeak.

Taehyung moved back, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion. His stoic expression was still in place but there was a glimmer of joy in his eyes.

Jungkook glared at him. "I should call the police," 

Taehyung's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Why would you do that?"

The angry wife threw her hands up. "Because you're a murderer!" she declared, her voice rising. "You brutally murdered a perfectly romantic moment, that's why!"

Her cheeks puffed out in anger made it impossible to take her seriously. Still, the adorable pout that formed on her lips as she huffed made Taehyung bite back a smile.

"We were having the perfect romantic moment but you—you—ruined it by claiming ownership of the bed! Meanie Ice Cube!" Jungkook shot him a side-eye, her arms still crossed and her lips pursed.

Taehyung couldn't hold it in any longer. He leaning closer to her. "So, you're mad because I'm being honest?" he teased. "I'm just protecting my territory. Beside why are you throwing tantrums? You just need to roll."

Jungkook's eyes widened for a split second, her mouth opening as though she had a comeback ready, but then, with a dramatic sigh, she slumped back into the mound of pillows, her arms crossed. She stared up at the ceiling, turning her head slightly to avoid his teasing gaze.

"You just need to roll," Jungkook mimicked him. "You think I'm gonna just shift because you told me to?"

She huffed, clearly annoyed but undeniably cute in the way she pouted.

"That's not how this works, mister."

Taehyung couldn't help but adore the way she acted so grumpy and cute at the same time. He moved closer, leaning down until his face was just inches from hers, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Oh, so now you're not gonna listen to me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice low and playful. "I thought we had an understanding, Mrs. Kim."

He reached out and gently tugged a strand of her hair, knowing it would only add to her frustration. She shoved him lightly on the chest, though it was more playful than forceful.

Jungkook shot him a side-eye, still pretending to be upset. "Don't call me that. You're just trying to be all sweet and make me forgive you, huh?"

Taehyung grinned wider, brushing his thumb over her cheek as he leaned even closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Am I?" he teased.

"Tell me," Jungkook began, "how many times do I have to roll before I get comfortable?"

Taehyung glanced at the large bed, raising an eyebrow as he took in the sprawling expanse. He mumbled, almost to himself, "Four or five times, maybe?"

Jungkook blinked in disbelief. "Four or five?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow at him, clearly skeptical.

Taehyung nodded with a small shrug, his eyes twinkling. "Five, sure."

"Five?" Jungkook asked again, making sure she heard him right.

"Five," Taehyung confirmed.

Jungkook sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Fine, five it is," she muttered under her breath, preparing for her little "exercise."

Jungkook glared at him. "You're lucky you're cute," she said. "Otherwise, I'd make you sleep on the couch for a week."

With a huff, Jungkook began to roll across the bed, one side to the other, counting out loud in a mock serious tone. "One... two... three..."

Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed, watching her with a soft chuckle, his arms crossed. His gaze softened as he observed her, amused by the sight of her little theatrics. Jungkook didn't notice him looking, too focused on her rolling antics.

Jungkook had just completed her fifth roll, fully expecting to find herself comfortably nestled in the center of the bed. Instead, with a soft gasp, she felt the bed slip away from beneath her and found herself tumbling to the floor with a loud thud.

"Ahhhhh..."

Her back hit the soft carpet, and she lay there for a moment, blinking up at the ceiling in stunned silence, her arms stretched out to either side as she processed what had just happened.

Taehyung was by her side, his hand reaching out to her with a look of mild panic on his face. "Mrs Kim," he murmured urgently, his voice filled with concern.

He crouched down beside her, his expression softening when he saw her lay there, still slightly stunned but unharmed. Jungkook couldn't help but let out a small groan as she sat up, rubbing the back of her head where it made contact with the floor.

"are you okay?"

Jungkook gave him a look of disbelief and rolled her eyes, plastering a big smile on her face. "Of course, mr Kim, I'm fine. Just, you know... testing the carpet for comfort."

She rolled her eyes. AGAIN.

But then, just as she was about to get up, Taehyung's lips quirked into a smile. He couldn't help himself—seeing her on the floor, looking slightly stunned but perfectly fine, was just too much.

It started small—a quiet, almost imperceptible chuckle, as if his body was testing the waters. His lips twitched at the corners, barely a smile at first, but the more he saw her pouting, the more he couldn't stop himself.

The chuckle grew, and then came a soft snort, something he would have never let escape in front of anyone else.

But this was Jungkook—his wife, the one who always managed to make him feel lighter than air, even in the most unexpected moments.

The sound bubbled out of him without warning, a laugh that was deep and genuine, so different from his usual stoic self.

His shoulders shook with the force of it, and for the first time in a long while, Taehyung felt truly unburdened. The laughter was slow, almost hesitant at first, like he wasn't quite sure what to do with the emotion spilling out of him.

Jungkook blinked at him, her own surprise quickly turning into a soft huff. She crossed her arms and gave him a pout. "You're laughing?"

Taehyung, still chuckling, shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said between laughs, "but you should've seen your face! It was like... one minute you were rolling, and the next—bam—you were a pancake on the floor!"

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her. "I do not look like a pancake," she protested, though the laughter in her voice was hard to hide.

Taehyung leaned against the bed for support, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The stoic man who had always carried himself with calm authority, was now laughing so freely, so openly, and the sound was so foreign to both of them, yet so beautiful.

That did it.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she couldn't hold back anymore. The combination of his words and the way he was looking at her made her heart skip. She broke into a giggle, the sound sweet and light.

both sat laughing together, the lightheartedness between them was so easy, so natural.

Jungkook couldn't help but pause for a moment, her breath caught in her chest. She had never witnessed Taehyung truly laugh—deep, genuine, and free from his usual composed demeanor.

His laughter was rare, and it was almost... infectious.

Her gaze softened as she watched him, her fingers absently fiddling with the edge of the blanket beside her. The way his eyes sparkled with genuine joy, the way his lips curled into that rare, boxy grin—it was like she was seeing a whole new side of him, one that only she was allowed to witness.

A rare glimpse of the warmth behind his stoic exterior—it was as if the whole room was lit up by the sound of his joy.

Jungkook blinked a few times, her smile faltering as she took in the sight. Jungkook's heart fluttered in her chest, the sound of Taehyung's laughter ringing in her ears like the sweetest melody.

Taehyung paused for a moment, catching the way she was looking at him. His laughter trailed off, and he tilted his head, noticing the change in her expression.

"What?" he asked, his voice soft, almost curious.

Jungkook hesitated, biting her lip as she realized what she was thinking. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help herself. "I've never seen you laugh like that," she admitted, her voice quiet but full of fondness.

Taehyung blinked, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He wasn't used to being looked at like this, as if he were something extraordinary. But then, a soft, almost shy smile tugged at his lips.

"I don't laugh much," he replied simply, shrugging slightly, though the glint of something deeper flickered in his eyes.

Jungkook smiled softly. "I like seeing you like this,"

Taehyung's expression softened in turn. "You make me laugh, you know," he said, his words carrying a sincerity that wasn't often present in his teasing tone.

"And that's... not something I show everyone."

The air between them felt charged, the words hanging in the silence, and Jungkook's heart swelled with something she couldn't quite explain.

It was as if, in that moment, Taehyung had let her into a deeper part of him—one that was reserved for no one else. And she couldn't help but feel like she was the luckiest person in the world to witness it.

"Well, I'm happy to be the one who gets to see it," Jungkook nestled herself against Taehyung's chest.

The laughter had faded, and now, there was only the gentle sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room.

She sighed contentedly, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his shirt as she felt his arms wrap around her. The familiar scent of him surrounded her.

Taehyung's hand gently stroking her hair. Jungkook shifted slightly, looking up at him with a smile that was soft and sleepy.

"You know," she whispered, her voice still carrying that sleepy tone, "I could get used to this. Being like this with you."

Taehyung's gaze softened, his expression still stoic but filled with an emotion she knew well—affection, tenderness. He nodded slowly, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he whispered back, "I think I could too."

Jungkook hummed softly in response, a small, content smile forming on her lips.

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