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"I'm nervous," Jungkook admitted, her fingers fidgeting restlessly in her lap. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, eyes trailing on the elegant peachy gown that clung to her figure perfectly.

She had never attended such a grand event before—the Global Business Award. The very first thought of mingling with influential business figures, dressed in their finest, made her stomach churn with anxiety.
     "Why be nervous when Jimin is here?" Jimin's cheerful voice broke through her thoughts.

Jimin stepped closer and placed a comforting hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "You look stunning, Jungkook. No need to worry."

Jungkook looked up at Jimin, "It's just... I've never been to a party like this. What if I make a fool of myself?"

Jimin chuckled softly, squeezing her shoulder, "Trust me, you'll do great. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine. Besides, my brother will be with you. He won't let anything happen to you."

Jungkook's lips curved into a small smile. "You're right. He always takes care of me."
           "Exactly," Jimin said with a nod. She moved to adjust the delicate fabric of Jungkook's gown, ensuring it sat perfectly on her shoulders.

"And don't forget, you have me too. We'll make sure you shine tonight."

Jungkook took a deep breath, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thank you, Jimin. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Jimin grinned. "That's what best friends are for. Now, let's finish up your look. There, perfect. You look like a princess."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed at the praise. The makeup artists worked around them, fussing over Jungkook's hair and makeup. Suddenly, one of the makeup artists paused, holding up a destroyed blush palette with a concerned expression.

"We're missing the blush," she remarked, her brow furrowing.

Jungkook looked up at the makeup artists, her brows furrowing slightly as they discussed the missing blush.

Jimin chuckled knowingly. "Oh! Don't worry about that, there will be plenty of natural blush tonight."

"How?" the artist asked, her curiosity increasing second by second.

Jimin leaned in closer to them with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Bring Kim Taehyung here and see the long-lasting natural blush," jimin teased, her eyes twinkling with mischievousness.

Jungkook's cheeks immediately flushed a deep shade of pink, and she glanced down shyly, fidgeting with the delicate lace on her gown. The makeup artist couldn't help but laugh warmly at Jungkook's reaction.
"Oh, I see," she said with a knowing nod, continuing to work on perfecting Jungkook's makeup with a light touch.

"Well, Mrs. Kim, you'll certainly have no shortage of natural blush tonight."

Jungkook peeked up through her lashes, her lips turning into a timid smile. Jimin turned to the makeup artist with a warm smile. "You're doing a wonderful job. Thank you for helping to make our Mrs Kim look even more stunning than she already is."

The artist beamed at the compliment.

"It's my pleasure," she replied warmly, putting the finishing touches on Jungkook's makeup.

"You're all set, Mrs. Kim. Now, go and enjoy the party," the makeup artist said with a smile, packing up her palettes and brushes before leaving the room.

Jungkook stood up from the chair, her gaze shifting to Jimin with a mix of nervous excitement. She took a moment to gather herself, admiring Jimin's elegant attire as she approached.

"Wow, your dress is so beautiful," Jungkook spoke softly, her voice filled with genuine awe.

Jimin twirled slightly, the fabric of her own gown swirling around her legs. "Thank you!" she replied.
"You look absolutely stunning too, Mrs. Kim," Jimin added with a playful wink, teasing Jungkook gently.

Jungkook blushed again, a shy smile gracing her features. "Thanks, Jimin," she murmured.

A soft knock echoed through the room, drawing Jungkook and Jimin's attention. When the door opened, Yeonjun stepped in first. Right behind him was Minjun, who looked around with wide, curious eyes.

"Hello," Yeonjun greeted cheerfully, his gaze landing on Jimin and Jungkook. "Hope we're not interrupting anything important."

As his eyes settled on Jimin, Yeonjun made a mock face of disgust and fake puked in her direction.
         "Ugh, what a sight," he teased, grinning.

Jimin rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly on the arm. "Very funny, Yeonjun," the younger retorted, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Yeonjun chuckled, turning his attention to Jungkook. His expression softened as he took in her appearance. "Wow, sister-in-law, you look absolutely stunning. My brother is one lucky guy to have such a beautiful wife."

"If I had met you before, I would surely make you my wife," Yeonjun added with a playful grin. Jungkook chuckled at his teasing, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Jimin smacked him playfully. "Have some shame, idiot, she's our sister-in-law,"

Yeonjun laughed, rubbing his arm where Jimin had hit him. "Alright, alright, I'll behave," he said, still smiling. "But seriously, you look amazing. Brother won't be able to take his eyes off you tonight."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed a delicate pink at the compliment, "Thank you, Yeonjun. you are looking handsome you,"

Minjun, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up, "Koofairy, you look like a princess!"

Jungkook's heart melted at the young boy's words. She crouched down to his level, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"Thank you, Minjun. You're such a sweet boy. And you look like a prince, so handsome," Jungkook added, poking his cheeks playfully.

Minjun's face turned a shade of pink as he became shy, glancing down and fidgeting with his hands. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun prepared to leave, he paused and looked back at them, "By the way, have either of you seen Brother? He's supposed to be here, right?"

Jimin shook her head, looking puzzled. "I haven't seen him yet. He's not one to be late for a party."

Yeonjun frowned slightly, turning his attention to Jungkook. "What about you, sister-in-law? Have you seen him?"

Jungkook shook her head, "No, I haven't seen him either," she admitted softly.

Yeonjun sighed but then smiled reassuringly. "I will go look for him," he said, peeking out of the room.

After a moment, he hurried back inside. "Brother is coming here," Yeonjun announced. "Let's go."

But Jimin stopped them. "Yeonjun, did you remember something?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

Yeonjun looked puzzled. "What?"

Jungkook stood there, looking at them in confusion.

"Money," Jimin replied firmly.

Yeonjun's eyes widened as he remembered. "Yes, the money!" he yelled, slapping his forehead. "I completely forgot about that."

"Yes," Jimin continued, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"We need to take money from brother," Jimin explained.

Jungkook looked puzzled. "Which money?" she asked softly.

Yeonjun grinned, catching on to Jimin's plan. "It's a ritual. You know, when the elder brother brings his wife, the younger siblings have the right to ask for money. And this brother of mine married you sneakily and thus we lost that chance."

"But now," Jimin added, her excitement evident, "we can finally claim what's ours."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "I see. Well, good luck with that."

A soft knock echoed through the room. Before Taehyung could enter, Yeonjun and Jimin quickly stood in front of the door, blocking his way.

"Hold on there, big brother," Yeonjun said with a grin, his arm outstretched to stop Taehyung.

Taehyung stood tall, his expression stoic and stern. His presence exuded authority, making his siblings slightly uneasy.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked in a low, firm voice.

Jimin, despite her initial confidence, felt a slight shiver at Taehyung's tone. But She quickly recovered, putting on a brave face. "You can't come in just yet."

"And why is that?" Taehyung's eyes narrowed slightly.
        "There's a little matter of a traditional debt," Yeonjun explained.
"Yes," Jimin added, trying to maintain her composure. "You got married without giving us a chance to claim our money, and now it's time to pay up."

Taehyung's gaze remained steady and unamused.

"This is hardly the time for such games," he said, his voice firm.

Jungkook stood quietly in the room, observing the scene with a soft smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help but find their antics endearing. She admired their close bond and the way they teased each other. Taehyung seemed mildly amused but also slightly annoyed by their claim on a traditional ritual. Jungkook's heart warmed at the sight of him interacting with his siblings, revealing a side of him that she cherished deeply.

"Brother, please," Yeonjun and Jimin whined simultaneously, trying to coax Taehyung into complying with their playful demand.

Taehyung's expression remained stern, "I will vanish you both from my magic if you don't step aside," he warned in a fake strict tone.
"For magic, you need Arathorn, right?" Jimin asked, folding her hands on her chest with a sly smirk.

Unexpectedly, his pet Arathorn flapped its wings and left Taehyung's side. It landed beside Yeonjun and Jimin, nudging them playfully as if encouraging their antics.

"Traitor," Taehyung muttered to Arathorn, who ruffled its feathers proudly.

Yeonjun and Jimin exchanged glances, encouraged by Arathorn's support. "Looks like even Arathorn thinks it's time you paid up, big brother," Jimin teased, her grin widening.

Taehyung rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Fine, fine," he relented, pulling out his wallet and handing them some bills.

"Here's your 'magic' money. Now, can I finally enter?"

Yeonjun and Jimin accepted the money with seriousness, thanking Taehyung with dramatic bows. Arathorn flapped his wings vigorously. Jungkook's gaze softened as she watched Taehyung surrender to his siblings' demands.

The siblings shuffled from their positions as Taehyung finally stepped into the room. He looked sharp in his black attire.
        "Be ready in the living room, I'm coming in a few minutes," Taehyung announced, his voice carrying assurance.
"Don't take too much time, brother," Jimin teased with a playful grin.

Taehyung nodded and shut the door on his siblings' faces, smoothly locking it behind him. Jungkook couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she watched Taehyung. Her breath hitched momentarily, struck by the allure of his presence.

"Mrs. Kim," Taehyung's voice broke the silence of the room.

Jungkook turned at the call, meeting Taehyung's gaze. The room seemed to hold its breath as their eyes locked. Taehyung's breath hitched when he saw Jungkook, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her in the delicate gown that hugged her frame with elegance.
The peachy gown highlighted her slender figure and its colour blended with jungkook's natural skin tone. Jungkook's hair was styled in gentle waves around her shoulders, framing her face like a portrait. Her eyes met Taehyung's.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, who stood before her, looking breathtakingly handsome. His suit fit him perfectly from all places, emphasizing his tall frame and adding to his dominating presence.

Taehyung noticed Jungkook's fidgeting figure and moved towards her with a concerned expression. Her fingers tapped nervously against her thigh as she glanced around the room. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a subtle sign of her nervousness.

Seeing Taehyung's walking towards her, Jungkook attempted a small smile, but it wavered slightly. She tried to steady her breathing, her hands finding each other to twist and intertwine in a nervous gesture.

"Mrs Kim, are you okay?" His voice was calm, but there was genuine concern in his eyes as he reached out to her.

"I..." Jungkook questioned and looked up at Taehyung. She hesitated briefly, unsure of how to convey her feelings.

"I... I'm nervous," she finally admitted timidly, her voice soft.

Taehyung's expression softened even more, his concern deepening as he moved a little closer.

"Nervous about what?" he gently asked.
Jungkook took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "About tonight," she confessed, her gaze shifting momentarily as she tried to express her thoughts about the upcoming event.

Taehyung nodded understandingly and stepped closer to Jungkook, closing the distance between them. His presence offered comfort without needing words.

"Now, take a deep breath and speak out your thoughts," Taehyung suggested gently.

Jungkook took a deep breath and muttered softly, "I'm worried I'll trip in this dress... and what if I say something awkward? Or if everyone's looking at me and I don't know what to do with my hands... And what if I spill something? Oh, that would be so embarrassing..."

Taehyung listened patiently, his expression softened as he watched his wife express her concerns in a timid, almost childlike manner.

Jungkook continued, "And... and what if I forget how to smile properly? Or if my hair gets all messy? I just want everything to go perfectly, but I'm scared it won't..."

Jungkook slowly looked up at Taehyung with hope, waiting for his response.

"It's normal to feel nervous," he comforted her, "But you'll be fine. I'm here with you."

Jungkook pouted slightly, her lips forming a small, almost childlike expression of uncertainty.
"Okay," she mumbled, her voice soft and a little pouty.

"Are you ready?" Taehyung asked his tone even and composed.

"Wait," Jungkook replied quickly. She moved to her bedside table, her steps wobbly due to her heels. Taehyung noticed the slight shakiness in her walk but didn't comment on it, his stoic face remaining unchanged as he observed her carefully. The wife approached him, maintaining a respectful distance as she extended a small black box towards him.

"For you," Jungkook said timidly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung accepted the box without a word and opened it. Inside, he found a very beautiful black rose brooch.

His stoic expression softened slightly, his eyes reflecting a hint of surprise. Jungkook watched him anxiously, her fingers still fidgeting and her teeth gently nibbling her lower lip. This was the first time she had given him something, and she was nervous about his reaction. her mind was racing with thoughts.

What if he doesn't like it? What if it's too much? Or not enough? Does he think it's silly? Oh, why am I so nervous?

"It's beautiful," Taehyung said, his fingers gently brushing the brooch. "Thank you, Mrs Kim."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed a light pink, and a small, shy smile appeared on her lips.

He likes it, he really likes it,

To ease her nervousness, Jungkook began to speak, her voice gaining a bit more steadiness with each word.

"Jimin and I went shopping a few days back, and this caught my eye, so I thought..." She trailed off, glancing at the brooch now being held by Taehyung's fingers.

"I thought it would suit you. It just seemed perfect for you."

"Help me put it in the right place," Taehyung spoke, holding the brooch out towards her.

Jungkook felt her heart race under his deep gaze, causing her to avert her eyes momentarily. Jungkook stepped closer, her fingers trembling slightly as she took the brooch from him.

"Okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook took a few steps closer to Taehyung, her movements were careful, aware of the heels that threatened her balance. She raised her hand slowly, the brooch held delicately between her fingers and placed it gently on his lapel.

Jungkook's fingers moved beneath his coat, tucking the needle of the accessory into place. The wife's touch was gentle, his proximity sending a flutter through Jungkook's heart. She could feel the warmth of his body and the intenseness of his gaze and could smell his cologne as they stood so close together.

Taehyung stood silently, his eyes fixed on Jungkook as she focused on fastening the brooch to his lapel. He observed her delicate expressions with quiet fascination.

Jungkook's brows furrowed slightly in concentration, a small crease appearing on her forehead as she carefully adjusted the brooch. Every now and then, she would glance up at him, her eyes meeting his briefly before returning to her task.

Taehyung found himself drawn to these fleeting moments—the way her eyes sparkled, the slight tilt of her head as she considered the location of the brooch, and the gentle way her fingers.

"Done," Jungkook mumbled softly, managing to step back after securing the brooch.

Lost in Taehyung's gaze, Jungkook momentarily forgot about the heels she wore. As she took a step back, her foot caught awkwardly on the heel, causing her to stumble slightly.

Taehyung's reflexes were quick. He reached out instinctively, his strong hands gently grasping her arm to steady her.

"Careful," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment as Taehyung steadied her. Internally, she scolded herself for her clumsiness,

"Why did I have to stumble like that? It's such a simple thing. I should have been more careful. Now he probably thinks I'm so clumsy..."

"Thank you," Jungkook managed to whisper, meeting his gaze with a shy smile. Her cheeks warmed with a blush as she tried to hide her embarrassment,

"You again wore those uncomfortable heels, didn't you?" Taehyung asked with a done face.

Then, he madeJungkook sit on the chair beside the vanity. Jungkook nodded, her smile sheepish as she settled into the chair.

"Umm, I... The designer suggested the look, and I couldn't oppose it. They would feel sad otherwise," she explained softly as she looked up at Taehyung with puppy eyes.

"And Jimin said no other thing can match the look. So, I thought..."

"To sacrifice your comfort over useless suggestions," Taehyung completed with a stern face, his hands folded across his chest.

Jungkook's expression softened and she nodded slowly. Deep down, she knew Taehyung was right, but the desire to please and listen to others' opinions had sometimes clouded her decision.
   
          Slowly tugging at his arm, Jungkook looked up at Taehyung with apologetic eyes and said softly, "Sorry."

Taehyung sighed gently, his stern expression softening. Without saying a word, he turned and walked into his closet. Jungkook watched him go, her curiosity piqued. A few minutes later, Taehyung stepped out, holding a white box in his hands. Jungkook's eyes widened with curiosity as he approached her.

Taehyung opened the box, revealing a pair of beautiful, comfortable footwear. Kneeling in front of Jungkook, he carefully removed her high heels and replaced them with the new footwear.

Jungkook heart beat faster, not just from the close proximity, but from the tenderness of his actions.

"There," Taehyung said, looking up at her, "Comfortable?"

Jungkook nodded, her eyes shining,  "Yes, thank you."

"You don't need to sacrifice your comfort to please others," Taehyung said softly, his gaze steady on hers.

"Okay, mister," Jungkook replied with a playful smile.

"Well, I understand why the stylist wants to make you wear heels," Taehyung spoke fastening the strap.

"Why?" Jungkook asked, tilting her head to one side in confusion.

"Because you are small," Taehyung spoke and the room went silent.

When he didn't hear a response, Taehyung looked up and found Jungkook glaring at him. Despite her attempt to look threatening, her expression was more adorable than intimidating. Taehyung's confusion turned into amusement as he observed her puffed-up cheeks and narrowed eyes.

"Why are you glaring at me like that?" he asked,

"Smol?" Jungkook repeated, her voice filled with playful indignation.

"What? I just stated the facts," Taehyung said as he stood up, dusting off nonexistent dust from his clothes.

Jungkook puffed up her cheeks and narrowed her eyes at him. "Meanie mister," she muttered, her tone half-annoyed, half-amused.

"Truth is always bitter," Taehyung spoke, guiding her through the room towards the door.

Jungkook pouted, "You're lucky you're handsome and got a pretty, innocent wife."

Taehyung countered, "Oh really? And here I thought I was just stating the facts."

Jungkook nudged him playfully. "You're so full of yourself."

Taehyung smirked, "Well, someone has to give you a reality check from time to time."

Jungkook smiled, faking it perfectly, "Just keep walking, mister. Otherwise, you will fall on your face."

Taehyung gave her a blank look, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Ab. I was talking about the stairs, see," Jungkook pointed out, battling her eyelashes innocently.

Taehyung glanced at the stairs and then back at Jungkook.

Jungkook's eyes caught sight of Yuna, who was talking with Soomin, dressed in a stunning dress. Jungkook and Taehyung descended the grand staircase, and the family, all dressed in their finest attire, greeted them warmly.

The grandmother stepped forward with a warm smile. She moved closer to Taehyung and Jungkook, her eyes twinkling with affection.

"Taehyung, Jungkook," she said, placing a gentle hand on their heads and bestowing her blessings upon them. "You both look wonderful."

Jungkook's face lit up with a soft smile as she received the grandmother's blessings. Taehyung gave a respectful nod. Soomin, observing the scene from behind, her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Jungkook.

Soomin turned to Taehyung and said firmly, "Taehyung, take Yuna with you. The cars are already filled."

Bother Taehyung and Jungkook were surprised by Soomin's request. Yuna from inside was happy, but she pretended to be worried.

"Aunty, why bother them? I can adjust," Yuna said with utmost innocence and worry.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed slightly, but a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She managed to keep her expression composed, but inside, her thoughts churned.

So, that's how it's going to be, huh? Trying to push me aside and make me feel less important. Well, if that's the game you want to play, I can play along. Dear mother-in-law,

Taehyung thought about jungkook and looked at her, giving her a reassuring look, trying to soften the impact of his mother's words.

"I'll make sure Yuna is settled in another car or something. We'll find another way," he said, his tone calm but firm.

Jungkook looked up at Taehyung, her smirk fading into a warm smile. "It's okay. I'm fine. Yuna can come with us,"

Taehyung's gaze narrowed slightly as he observed the calm smile on Jungkook's face. There was something about her that seemed too composed, almost as if she was hiding her true feelings.

He studied her closely, his concern deepening and he asked once again, "Are you sure?"

Jungkook nodded, "Yes, really. It's okay. I don't mind,"
       With a soft sigh, Taehtung nodded. "Alright, if you're sure,"

---

The car was parked outside, the engine off as Taehyung adjusted the seat and checked his mirrors. Jungkook sat beside him in the passenger seat, her expression calm but her thoughts clearly preoccupied. Yuna was in the backseat and looked around at them with false innocence.

"So, Taehyung," Yuna began, "are we sure I mean I shouldn't come into the car with you and Jungkook? I know aunt's plans can be a bit... last-minute."

Jungkook glanced up through the rearview mirror, catching Yuna's gaze for a brief moment before turning her attention back to the view outside. She chose not to respond, her silence was a purposeful choice.

Yuna continued, trying to sound casual, "Honestly, I don't mind if you need the space."

She forced a light laugh when she got no response from the couple ahead but Yuna tried one more time, "If Aunt had mentioned this earlier, I could have made other arrangements. It's not a big deal, really."

Taehyung adjusting his position slightly in the driver's seat. With a strict tone, he said, "Mom said it's best this way. We're sticking to her plan."

Jungkook rolled her eyes at Yuna's behaviour. She looked at her seatbelt which was undone. Jungkook fumbled with the strap, her fingers trembled slightly while pulling the strap. She twisted and turned, trying to figure out how to get the belt to click into place, but it seemed to dodge her grasp.

Her brows furrowed in concentration, and Jungkook bit her lip. She tried to align the buckle with the strap, but it wouldn't slide in smoothly, and she let out a soft, helpless sigh.

Taehyung glanced to his side as he noticed Jungkook struggling with her seatbelt.

"Let me help," he said softly,

Jungkook looked up, meeting his gaze. Her heart fluttered at the gentle tone in his voice. She nodded appreciatively, leaving the strap. Taehyung leaned closer to adjust the seatbelt, his hand brushed lightly against Jungkook's side, his fingers grazing her arm tenderly.

The brief contact sent a shiver down her spine and her breath hitched as the wife felt the husband's closeness. Jungkook shifted slightly when she felt the slight pressure of Taehyung's shoulder against her arm. She instinctively tilted her head towards him, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as she basked in the closeness.

She could smell the subtle hint of his cologne, a scent that was both comforting and overwhelming.

Jungkook's gaze wandered up to Taehyung's face, noticing the tiny crinkle at the corners of his eyes and the soft curve of his lips. His eyes were locked on the seatbelt, but the way his body was angled towards her suggested an unspoken intimacy.

When the husband finally clicked the seatbelt into place, Taehyung's hand lingered for a moment on Jungkook. The wife's heart raced at the closeness, her fingers lightly resting on Taehyung's arm as if to hold herself. She glanced up at him, her eyes soft, her lips curving into a shy, appreciative smile.

"Thank you," Jungkook murmured, her voice soft.

Taehyung's expression softened as he met her gaze.
"No problem," he whispered.

His words were a low murmur, barely audible. The warmth of his breath on her ear sent a shiver down her spine, adding an electrical spark-like effect to their closeness. Jungkook could feel his voice vibrating softly against her cheek, his warm breath made jungkook fist her dress.

Yuna observed them with growing irritation. She could feel the closeness between Taehyung and Jungkook, and it only fueled her jealousy. Her fingers clenched the fabric of her dress tightly, her knuckles white as she tried to contain her frustration.

Taehyung finished adjusting the seatbelt, his hands lingering for a moment before he withdrew. He met Jungkook's eyes again, his gaze tender and sincere.

"All set," he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. Jungkook smiled back and nodded.

Taehyung resumed his position behind the wheel and started the car, the engine's soft rumble filled the interior. Jungkook cast a fleeting glance over her shoulder at Yuna in the backseat.

A subtle, almost invisible smirk played at the corners of Jungkook's lips. She watched as Yuna's jaw tightened and her fingers clenched the fabric of her dress, the signs of frustration evident.

Yuna's eyes were filled with annoyance, but Jungkook's smile remained unbothered. She leaned slightly back in her seat, her posture relaxed, enjoying the small victory of getting under Yuna's skin.
A small, mischievous smirk played on her lips.

Look at her face, Jungkook thought with a twinkle in her eye. Yuna's all huffy and puffed up.
It's not great to make someone feel left out. But, sometimes, baddies like Yuna kind of deserve it.

This is what happens when you mess with Kim Jungkook. I might be quiet and shy sometimes but don't underestimate me.

Jungkook thought looking at yuna from the rearview mirror and then averting her gaze to the outside scenery.

---

The sleek black car glided smoothly to a halt in front of the grand entrance of the venue. The car doors opened, and a uniformed chauffeur stepped out to assist.

The venue was bathed in soft evening light and stood majestic with its elegant architecture and sparkling decorations.

Jungkook's eyes widened in awe as she gazed out at the glamour of the venue. The excitement was evident in her sparkling eyes and the way she clutched the door handle, barely able to contain her enthusiasm. The venue's lights reflected in her eyes, adding a touch of magic to the moment.

Taehyung emerged first, his tall figure instantly catching the eye. His dominating presence grabbed everyone's attention. The moment he did, the sound of camera shutters erupted, filling the air with the clicks.

He made his way around to Jungkook's side, opening the door. Taehyung extended his hand to her, and the camera flashes began to pop, capturing the elegant scene, all eyes were drawn to this.

In that moment, the world seemed to pause.

Jungkook's delicate hand emerged from the car and reached out to clasp Taehyung's. The touch was gentle, like the final brushstroke on a masterpiece. The cameras zoomed in, capturing—the strong grasp of Taehyung and the softer, tender hold of Jungkook.

Jungkook slipped out of the car, her movements hesitant due to the camera flashes erupting around them. She took a hesitant step forward, her eyes darting between the swarm of photographers and Taehyung, who sensed her nervousness and offered a reassuring nod.

Taehyung and Jungkook stood side by side, the rest of the Kim family arrived, joining them in the spotlight. Yuna exited her car and walked over to Soomin, who greeted her with a warm smile. Soomin's eyes flickered briefly toward Jungkook before returning to Yuna.

the media urged the couple toward the red carpet, the flashes of cameras intensified to capture every moment of the grand event. Taehyung led Jungkook forward, his hand firmly yet gently guiding her.

Jungkook walked, clutching Tae's hand in a tight grip, her eyes darting around as she adjusted to the sudden spotlight.

Yuna, preparing to follow, turned toward the carpet but was halted by Grandma's sharp voice.

"Yuna, wait,"

Yuna glanced back with confusion. "Yes?"

Grandma's gaze was steely as she addressed Yuna, "You should stay back for a moment. The cameras are focusing on Taehyung and Jungkook right now. I dont want you to disrupt the flow."

Yuna's face tightened slightly but she nodded, stepping back.

"Mr. Kim! Over here!" one reporter shouted, waving their microphone to grab his attention.

"Kim Taehyung, any comments on your recent business achievements?" another reporter asked, aiming their camera at him.

Taehyung remained calm, opting for a stoic face to prevent the question while gently guiding Jungkook forward. Jungkook glanced around, clearly taken aback by the amount of media attention.

Turning to Taehyung, she couldn't help but ask, "You're this famous?"

Taehyung looked at his curious wife and Without directly answering, he pulled Jungkook closer by wrapping his arm around her waist. Jungkook yelped as she stumbled into Taehyung's study front. Her hand instinctively flew to his chest, gripping the fabric of his suit for support. The sudden closeness made her heart flutter and she could feel the rapid beat of her pulse against him.

Taehyung's gaze softened as he looked down at her, a subtle smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "You'll have to get used to it, Mrs. Kim."

Taehyung and Jungkook made their way towards the entrance, the effect of Taehyung's presence was observable, his dominating presence immediately drawing the eyes of everyone in the room.

The moment his polished dress shoes touched the floor, silence flew in the crowd. Heads turned, conversations halted mid-sentence, and the noise faded into silence. Murmurs of admiration and disbelief emerged through the room,

"Is that Taehyung Kim?" someone whispered,

"I've heard about his presence, but seeing it in person is something else entirely."

Taehyung's gaze remained stable as he surveyed the room. Jungkook, although slightly intimidated by the sudden attention, managed a warm, albeit nervous smile. Her fingers lightly held Taehyung's arm as she looked around, her awe evident in her wide eyes.

the host, a well-dressed man, respectfully approached them. The host was fully aware of Taehyung's influential position in the business world.

"Mr. Taehyung Kim," the host said, "It's an honour to have you here tonight. Your presence truly boosts this event."

He extended a hand towards Taehyung. Taehyung took the host's hand firmly. His expression remained composed.

"Thank you. It's a pleasure to be here," Taehyung replied, his voice deep enough to make one shiver like a poor leaf on a stormy night.

The host then turned his attention to Jungkook, offering her a courteous nod. "And you must be Mrs. Jungkook Kim. It's wonderful to meet you."

Jungkook returned the host's greeting with a warm nervous smile. "Thank you."

The host's attention then shifted back to Taehyung. "We've prepared a special place for you and Mrs. Kim. If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your seats."

Taehyung nodded, his arm securely wrapped around Jungkook's waist. "Lead the way."

the host walked slightly ahead and led them through the elegantly decorated halls, passing by groups of guests who whispered excitedly and stole glances at the power couple.

Taehyung and Jungkook settled into their seats. The elegant surroundings seemed to shimmer under the soft lighting, reflecting the upcoming award night. Jungkook, however, was captivated by the sophistication of the event. Her eyes wandered across the room, taking in the decorations, the elegantly dressed guests, and the stage set for the evening's festivities.

Jungkook's gaze occasionally shifted towards Taehyung. With a soft sigh, she leaned in slightly towards him.

"Mr. Kim, This is amazing," she said, her voice filled with awe. "I never imagined something like this."

Taehyung glanced at her, his hand casually resting on the armrest, close to hers. "It's quite a sight, isn't it?"

Jungkook nodded, her eyes still wide with wonder. "It's like a dream. I feel like I'm in a movie or something."

The night went on and Taehyung found himself surrounded by business professionals. People were eager to talk to him, shaking hands and making small talk. High-profile figures came up to him, excited to discuss collaborations or simply to express their admiration for his recent achievements. Meanwhile, Jungkook was enjoying herself in a different corner of the venue. She stayed close to Jimin. The two of them were laughing and chatting.

Jungkook's face was lit up with joy as she savoured the delicious food offered at the event. Jimin got caught up in a conversation with someone from their circle, leaving Jungkook to her own. Meanwhile, Jungkook took this opportunity to look around the hall.

Her eyes caught Taehyung, who was engaged in a discussion with a group of businessmen. The sight of him was captivating. The way a single strand of his hair fell casually over his forehead made him look effortlessly handsome.
Jungkook admired the sharp angles of his profile and the confident yet relaxed way his long fingers held the sleek borosil glass, sipping from it occasionally.

Taehyung continued his conversation, he casually glanced to his side, his eyes unknowingly landing on Jungkook. His gaze softened as he took in the sight of her. He found her looking at him without blinking.

Taehyung's eyes, glancing at Jungkook, held a question that seemed to say, What happened?

Jungkook shook her head slightly, Her cheeks flushed with a soft pink as she met his gaze, the gesture a shy yet affectionate way of saying, Nothing'

The wife shyly looked away momentarily, trying to hide her fluttering heart. Jungkook again looked at her husband. Taehyung gave a small nod, acknowledging his wife, before returning to his conversation. Jungkook stood there like a statue, her heart fluttering from their brief, silent exchange. She couldn't help but blush, feeling her cheeks getting warm from their non-verbal conversation.

Her thoughts replayed the moment over and over: the way Taehyung's gaze had questioned her, the way her cheeks had warmed up in response. Even as she tried to focus on the lively atmosphere around her, her mind wandered back to that tender, intimate glance. She gently bit her lower lip, her smile soft and dreamy, as she continued to drink watermelon juice.

But someone didn't like their interaction.

Soomin's eyes narrowed slightly. Standing nearby, Soomin's sharp gaze shifted between Taehyung and Jungkook, a faint scowl forming on her face. She couldn't hide the displeasure that flickered across her features. The way Taehyung's attention seemed to centre on Jungkook did not sit well with her.

"Look at her," Soomin thought scornfully. "Playing the part of the sweet, innocent wife while wrapping my son like she's the centre of his universe. Does she think her little act will fool everyone?"

Her eyes darted to Jungkook, who was laughing softly at something Jimin had said. Soomin's gaze then shifted to Taehyung, who seemed captivated by Jungkook.

"It's almost pathetic," she thought with a sneer. "How easily my son has been charmed. Jungkook is nothing more than a charming facade, pretending to fit into our world while she slowly takes over.

---

In the dimly lit corner of the hall, away from the celebrations, stood Lee Sangwoon. His sharp eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

Sangwoon's attention was fixed on Jungkook and her laughter which highlighted her innocence. With the mobile phone in his hand, he recorded her smile and every movement of Jungkook, his expression intensely focused. Making him look creepy.

"So, the one who managed to capture Taehyung's heart, well, mine too," he smirked, his gaze narrowing slightly.

The camera's lens zoomed in, capturing the delicate curve of Jungkook's smile, the twinkle in her eyes. Sangwoon's gaze was far from respectful. He watched Jungkook with a predatory gaze, his eyes trailing over her every movement.

His fingers were around the camera as he zoomed in on Jungkook's face. Each smile from Jungkook fuels a growing obsession in Sangwoon. The more he watched, the more his gaze hardened.

Taehyung was walking to the restroom when his gaze settled on Lee Sanwoon. His mind involuntarily flickered back to the past, to the same man Jungkook had once been on the verge of marrying. The memories of that rough period came rushing back.

Taehyung's frown deepened as he observed the phone in Sanwoon's hand. He followed the line of focus of the device and found it focused on Jungkook, capturing her innocent smile as she chatted with Jimin. A surge of anger rose within him mixed with protectiveness.

His eyes narrowed. The way Sanwoon's camera stayed on Jungkook made Taehyung's grip on his glass tighten, his knuckles whitening as he tried to control his rising frustration. With an icy gaze, Taehyung marched towards Sanwoon.

"Excuse me," Taehyung said coldly, his voice carrying a chilling edge.

Sangwoon looked to the side and found Kim taehyung standing there, his face lost colour. Before Sanwoon could react, Taehyung's hand moved and snatched the mere device from Sanwoon's grasp.

The phone's screen lit up with a series of images and videos. Taehyung's eyes narrowed as he scanned through them. The first few shots were innocent—Jungkook's bright smile from different angles. But as Taehyung swiped through the gallery, the images took a darker turn. There were videos of Jungkook from wrong angles, some even capturing her in dirty shots.

Taehyung's jaw clenched as he went through the disturbing content. Without breaking his gaze from the screen, Taehyung's fingers tightened around the phone. The realization of what Sanwoon had done—the attack on privacy, the disrespect towards Jungkook—only fueled his anger further.

He pulled out the SIM card, holding it up for Sanwoon to see. Without breaking eye contact, Taehyung approached a nearby candle that was lit on a table. He held the SIM card over the flame, and the tiny black thing began to sizzle and blacken as the fire consumed it. The crackling sound of the burning plastic filled the air

"This phone," Taehyung said, "and whatever you've recorded on it, won't be of any use to you anymore. If you ever cross this line again, you won't be so fortunate." Taehyung's voice was a low, dangerous growl.

He let the remains of the SIM card fall into the candle's flame, where it burned away to nothing. The ashes evaporated into the air, a clear symbol of Kim Taehyung's warning.

He turned to face Sanwoon, his posture emitting dominance, "You think you can toy with my wife and get away with it? Think again. You have no idea who you're dealing with. I will not tolerate any threats to Jungkook's well-being."

Taehyung's expression remained blank as he dropped the phone onto the floor. The delicate glass screen shattered with a sharp crack. Without a hint of hesitation, he lifted his foot and brought it down with force, crushing the device beneath the polished sole of his shoe.

The sound of the phone's leftover crunching under his feet was brutal proof of his anger. He twisted his foot crumbling the remains. the phone was now a mere mess of plastic and metal.

Taehyung's eyes were still locked on Sangwoon, "This is the fate of anything that tries to breach my family's trust," he said coldly, "Remember this moment. Let it be a clear warning: stay away from Jungkook and keep your eyes off my wife."

He lifted his foot to move back. The intensity of his eyes didnt lower even when he turned away to leaving Sanwoon.

"Boosting enough, Kim," Sanwoon said with a sneer.

Taehyung's expression hardened further as he heard Sanwoon's rebellious remark. He turned slowly, his eyes narrowing.

Taehyung's gaze was icy, "It's not about boosting. It's about protecting what's mine. And if you ever cross that line again, you'll find that this was just a fraction of what I'm capable of."

Sanwoon snickered, "Anger for a courtesan, really? You're so protective of her, yet she was more than willing to marry someone already married. Seems like you're just trying to shield a person with questionable morals."

Taehyung's face darkened with anger at the degrading remark about Jungkook. He stepped closer to Sanwoon, his voice cold, "You have no right to speak about her. Jungkook is my wife and your twisted attempts to degrade her only reveal your inadequacy. Keep your venomous opinions to yourself and focus on your wife instead of whōring around. "

With that, Taehyung walked away, Sanwoon remained rooted to the spot, his expression dark and twisted. He watched Taehyung's retreating figure with a malevolent smirk, muttering under his breath.

"Protecting your precious little wife so fiercely, are you? Enjoy your little fantasy while it lasts. This isn't over, Kim Taehyung. "

His gaze followed Taehyung with a simmering anger.

"I'm back for revenge, Jungkook. you dare to leave me on the doorstep, right? Now, You'll see what happens next."

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Jungkook watched as Taehyung stormed out of the party, his expressions were furious. Her heart skipped a beat, seeing the usually composed Taehyung now angry. She swallowed hard, her mind racing, and decided to follow him.

The garden was dimly lit, only the soft glow of lanterns illuminated the lush greenery. Jungkook moved cautiously, her footsteps barely making a sound as she looked around nervously. The sounds of the party faded, leaving her with unease.

She finally spotted Taehyung standing by a stone fountain, his back turned to her. The tension in his posture was palpable, his shoulders rigid as he stared out. Jungkook hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and approaching him. With a timid hand, she gently reached out and touched his coat, her fingers trembling slightly
"Mr kim," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

Taehyung turned sharply at Jungkook's call, his bluish-grey eyes locked onto hers with a piercing intensity. The sudden, almost wild intensity of his gaze made Jungkook's breath catch in her throat. Her eyes widened in surprise and felt a shiver run down her spine. Jungkook's heart raced, and she instinctively took a step back, her body reacting to the unexpected change in Taehyung's eyes.

Jungkook felt afraid as she looked up at him. Taehyung's protective yet possessive nature softened slightly as he looked at his wife's worried expression. His eyes locked with Jungkook's with a fierceness as if silently declaring that Jungkook was his and no one else's.

Jungkook stood there, intimidated by Taehyung's intense gaze, her mind played a series of concerning flashbacks. The memories replayed vividly. She recalled the encounter with Taehyung's clone—the man with the cold, grey eyes.

In the reflex to the terrifying memories, Jungkook took a few steps back, her fear evident in her trembling form. Taehyung noticed her reaction and took a deep breath, his eyes softening from their fierce blue to their natural, calm black.

"Jungkook," Taehyung said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "It's me. I'm not him."

Jungkook looked up, her eyes wide with fear. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"No," Taehyung interrupted gently, stepping closer. "You have nothing to apologize for. I understand why you're scared."

Jungkook's breath hitched as she looked into his eyes, "I just... I'm so scared. I thought—"

"Hey," Taehyung said, reaching out to hold her hands. "That was never me. I'm here now. Nothing will hurt you, I promise."
Jungkook's heart raced as she looked up at him, her own eyes wide with tension.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice trembling with worry, "What happened? Why did you leave the place like that?"

Taehyung's eyes darkened as he remembered the confrontation with Sangwoon. His expression grew stern,
Before Jungkook could speak, Taehyung suddenly pulled her into a tight, unexpected embrace. His arms encircled her in an intense possessiveness, holding her close as if he were afraid of losing her. The shock of his sudden action left Jungkook momentarily breathless, her body pressed firmly against his chest.

Jungkook stood frozen for a moment, her eyes wide with shock as Taehyung's sudden embrace enveloped her.

On the other hand, Taehyung's thoughts were a mix of protectiveness and possessiveness.

How dare he invade Jungkook's space and threaten what's mine? He thought, his grip tightening slightly around her. Jungkook is my wife—no one else has the right to lay a finger on her, to make her feel uncomfortable or threatened.

Jungkook's initial shock gradually melted into happiness. She could feel Taehyung's heart, a rhythm that calmed her racing thoughts. Taehyung's arms held her firmly as if to strengthen his silent promise.

I'll make sure no one else will ever touch you or make you feel scared again. Not while I'm here.

Jungkook closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the warmth of Taehyung. The world around her seemed to fade away as she let herself immersed in the comfort of his arms. Gently, she caressed the back of his coat, her fingers tracing the soft fabric with a tender touch.

Taehyung gently pulled back but the warmth of his embrace stayed between them. Jungkook's hands remained resting on his chest, a silent contact that neither of the two was ready to break. Her fingers still lightly traced the outline of his suit.

Jungkook looked up at him, her eyes filled with questions and concern. "Mr. Kim, what—"

He placed a reassuring hand over hers, "It's alright, Mrs Kim,"

They returned to the main area of the venue, where the music and laughter continued. Taehyung helped Jungkook find their seats. He confirmed once again she was comfortable, his eyes occasionally scanning the room to make sure no one intruded on their personal space, especially Sangwoon.

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Away from the couple, Sangwoon stood in the shadows, a glass of alcohol in his hand. His gaze was fixed on Taehyung and Jungkook, his eyes narrowed with hatefulness. The pale liquid swirled in his glass as he took a slow sip, his expression dark.

Every movement Taehyung made, every tender gesture towards Jungkook, fueled Sangwoon's hate. His grip tightened around the glass, the ice clinking as he put the glass down on the table with a thud. Sangwoon's thoughts raced. The sight of Taehyung's protectiveness, the way he held Jungkook close, ignited a spark of bitter resolve within him.

"They say that an enemy's enemy is a friend."

Sangwoon's thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice behind him. He turned to find a beautiful girl standing there. The girl's eyes, though seemingly calm, held a hint of sharpness as she introduced herself.

"Kang Yuna," she said, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Sangwoon's eyebrows raised slightly, surprised by the unexpected encounter.

Yuna tilted her head slightly, "You seem deep in thought. I couldn't help but notice you watching them," she said, glancing towards Taehyung and Jungkook. "It's always fascinating how our paths cross most unexpectedly, isn't it?"

Sangwoon smirked, "Indeed! Enemies or allies, it seems everyone has a role to play in this grand game."

Yuna's eyes sparkled, "And what role do you see for yourself tonight?"

Sangwoon took a deliberate sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving Yuna's face. "Let's just say I'm here to observe and, if necessary, make my moves," he said cryptically.

"And you? What brings you to this gathering?"

Yuna's smile widened just a fraction. "I'm here to keep an eye on things as well," she said, her gaze shifting back to the couple. "The night is still young, and there's much more to unfold."

She trailed her fingers gently along Sangwoon's shoulder. The gesture was a sign of a strategic move to form a closer connection. Sangwoon raised an eyebrow in surprise but he quickly masked it with a smirk. His eyes met Yuna's gaze.

Yuna leaned in slightly, her voice soft and inviting, "I believe we have much to discuss. Perhaps we should find a quieter place where we can talk more freely."

Sangwoon's smile widened, "Lead the way,"

Later,

Sangwoon, with a steely gaze, broke the silence. "Taehyung thinks he's untouchable. He made a fool of me tonight, and he needs to pay for that."

Yuna nodded in agreement. "He was disrespectful. But we're not just here to make him regret it. I want Taehyung, and I'll make sure he knows what it means to cross me."

Sangwoon's eyes flickered with conspiracy, "And Jungkook? What's your plan for her?"

Yuna's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "Jungkook is Taehyung's weakness, and we can use her to get to him. I'll be the one to take her down, make her realize that she's not as protected as she thinks she is."

Sangwoon leaned in closer, "Perfect. While you deal with Jungkook, I'll focus on making Taehyung's life a living nightmare. He'll have no choice but to come to his knees."

Yuna's gaze was unwavering. "And if you're successful, I'll make sure Taehyung's downfall is complete. He'll regret ever crossing me."

Sangwoon's lips curved into a dark smile. "Then it's settled. We'll each get what we want—Jungkook and Taehyung—and make them both suffer for their arrogance."

——

The lights dimmed, casting a soft, golden glow over the elegantly dressed crowd. The host took the stage, their voice echoing through the grand hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the host began, "the moment we've all been waiting for has arrived. It's time to announce the winners of this year's Business Excellence Awards."

The host paused for a dramatic effect, his gaze moved over the room before continuing.

"The award for Business Leader of the Year goes to... Taehyung Kim and Kim Conglomerates!"

A wave of applause erupted from the audience, the sound echoing through the grand venue. Taehyung stood up from his seat and the camera captured the moment from every angle.
While Taehyung walked up to the stage, Jungkook's happiness was visible through her tiny, subtle actions. Her eyes sparkled with pride, and she clasped her hands tightly together, her knuckles turning white.

Jungkook glanced at Taehyung with an admiring smile, her cheeks lifting with genuine happiness. She bit her lower lip slightly, her excitement barely contained. When Taehyung finally reached the stage, Jungkook's clapping grew more vigorous, her hands moving faster. Her gaze followed his every move and her eyes never left her husband as he received the award.

Sangwoon stood at the edge of the crowd, his glass of whiskey forgotten in his hand as he watched Taehyung ascend the stage to collect his award. The clapping, the flashes of cameras, and the glances from the crowd all were directed at Taehyung.

The award was a symbol of Taehyung's power and proof of his dominance in the business world.

Sangwoon's jaw clenched and a muscle twitched in his cheek as he tried to suppress his jealousy. He felt humiliated seeing Taehyung, the man who had insulted him, basking in the glory. His grip tightened around his glass, his knuckles white with tension.

Taehyung descended from the stage, holding the award, Jungkook was the first to reach him.

"Congratulations!" Jungkook exclaimed looking at the shiny trophy and then at her husband's eyes.

Taehyung nodded, "Thank you,"

Before they could continue, the family surrounded him. Soomin, Jimin, Yeonjung, and others from the family gathered around. Jungkook gently moved to the side, giving the family space to celebrate. Her gaze followed Taehyung as he was enveloped by his loved ones, a soft smile on her lips.

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