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2 Days Later

It was a cosy Sunday afternoon, and the sun streamed through the wide windows of the Kim estate.

The world outside was basking in peaceful serenity, but all was quiet inside the study of Mr. Kim Taehyung, the mighty CEO. The door to the study was firmly closed, and a sign hung with bold letters reading: Do Not Disturb.

This was important, serious work, the kind of work that required complete and utter focus.

No distractions.

But if anyone had peeked through the crack of the door, they would have been surprised by what they saw.

Behind the large, mahogany desk, Taehyung, the CEO who ruled over the entire Kim empire, was sitting under his desk, hidden beneath the massive wooden surface, his long legs stretched out beneath it.

He was no longer commanding meetings or making billion-dollar decisions. No. Today, he was engrossed in something far more personal, far more... intimate.

His head was hidden below the desk, and his long, graceful fingers were clutching a phone, eyes glued to the small screen.

The video was slow-paced, teaching the delicate art of crafting flower bouquets. A tutorial on how to make a flower bouquet from satin ribbons. But not just any bouquet. A bouquet of black satin flowers.

Black roses, to be precise.

The kind of dark elegance that could only suit his beautiful wife, Jungkook.

Taehyung's face was a picture of concentration as he tried to follow along. His brow furrowed slightly, but it wasn't the intense look he often wore while negotiating multimillion-dollar contracts.

This time, his eyes held a gentler curiosity, a softer focus. Occasionally, he would pause the video, rewind, and watch the same segment again, making sure he understood every twist of the ribbon.

Taehyung watched the video intently, his brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes flicking from the screen to the notepad in front of him.

"Satin ribbon. Glue. Wire stems... floral tape... a pair of scissors..."

He was jotting down the materials needed for this craft. There was nothing half-hearted about it. He was determined to make this bouquet perfect, to ensure that every detail was flawless.

Taehyung let out a small sigh, leaning back against the legs of the desk to stretch his back. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the floor as he paused to think.

"The flowers need to be perfect, delicate. Not too bulky, but just enough to be graceful."

This wasn't just any bouquet.

It was the key piece of his grand proposal. He had already planned everything down to the finest detail—his proposal to his stunning wife, the love of his life. He had decided to make it special, something that no one else could replicate. This had to be a moment that only he could give her.

A proposal that would leave her speechless, one that would make her heart swell with love, just as his did every time he thought of her.

With a soft mutter of words, Taehyung lifted his hand, one by one, the materials he needed began to manifest.

The first to appear was the black satin ribbon—its smooth, luxurious texture gleaming as it floated gently toward him. Taehyung caught it with a flick of his wrist, pulling it closer. It was perfect, just the right shade of midnight black, shimmering with an otherworldly shine.

Next came the sheets of paper, delicate and soft like the petals of a flower. They drifted into the air, folded neatly into a perfect stack. Taehyung's fingers danced in the air again, and the scissors materialized from nothing.

The glue came next. The lighter followed, ready to heat the paper, the ribbon, to create the perfect flower shapes.

Taehyung could feel the magic within him. This bouquet was a work of art, a piece of his heart poured into every detail. He couldn't afford to be careless. He couldn't afford to make mistakes.

Jungkook deserved nothing less than the best.

Taehyung's eyes were laser-focused as he opened the video tutorial on his phone. The materials were laid out neatly in front of him: satin ribbon, paper, glue, scissors, and the lighter.

The tutorial on his screen started, and the instructor's voice filled the air, guiding him step by step.

He exhaled softly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the floor as the instructor began.

Taehyung's hands moved without hesitation, expertly using the scissors to cut the ribbon into precise lengths. The satin shimmered as he worked, the black hue reflecting the faint glow of the room's dim light.

With each snip, he felt his anticipation grow. This was only the beginning, but already, he was lost in the flow of the process.

Once the pieces were cut, the video continued.

Taehyung picked up one of the ribbon pieces, holding it just above the flame of the lighter. His fingers were steady as he worked, the delicate satin edges curling just as the video instructed.

Taehyung carefully folded the ribbon, his fingers pressing down gently to shape the petal. The edges curled softly, just as he had imagined, and he smiled to himself. He could already picture how these petals would come together to form something beautiful.

The tutorial continued, step by step, each instruction bringing the flower to life.

Taehyung's eyes never left the screen as the tutorial continued, guiding him with each detailed step. He followed closely, ensuring each part of the process was perfect for his proposal.

Taehyung picked up the hot glue gun, his fingers steady as he squeezed a small dot of hot glue onto the edge of the first satin petal. He carefully aligned the next petal and pressed it gently against the glue, ensuring the edges overlapped just slightly.

He repeated this process, one petal at a time, building a chain of satin petals, each one placed with careful precision.

The chain of petals starting to take shape like a ribbon of black satin. The delicate overlap of each petal created a natural flow, mimicking the beauty of a real flower. He smiled to himself, his mind already envisioning how the bouquet would look in Jungkook's hands.

When the last petal was in place, the instructor's voice continued.

Taehyung followed the instruction, positioning the stem at the edge of the first petal.

With a careful hand, he applied glue to the base of the petals and slowly began to roll them. Once the petals were rolled up completely, Taehyung's lips curled into a satisfied smile. But he wasn't done yet.

The tutorial had one more step to ensure the flower had the natural, full appearance he wanted.

Taehyung leaned over his creation, his fingertips gently pressing and patting the petals. His hands moved, ensuring the flower was as full and soft as possible.

Each pat made the flower bloom slightly more, its satin edges curling outward like the natural petals of a flower reaching for the sun.

The result was a stunning, delicate bloom, full of depth and softness.

He sat back, admiring the black satin flower in his hands. It was simple, yet elegant—just like Jungkook. It was exactly what he had envisioned.

Just as Taehyung reached for another strip of satin to begin crafting the next flower, a soft knock echoed through the study. His heart jumped in surprise, and then—

"Mr. Kim?"

Jungkook's sweet voice carried through the wooden door.

Taehyung's eyes widened. Shit.

Panic surged through him. He flicked his wrist instantly, using magic to shove all his materials—ribbons, glue gun, lighter, everything—under the desk. The half-made satin flower tumbled into his lap, and he quickly stuffed it into a drawer.

Another swift motion of his fingers, and his once-clean desk became a mess of open documents, scattered papers, and randomly positioned pens. The laptop screen lit up with a spreadsheet, giving the illusion of deep concentration.

Taehyung hurriedly sat on his majestic chair and he barely had time to compose himself before the door creaked open, revealing his wife.

Jungkook peeked inside, her doe eyes scanning the room before settling on him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, tilting her head, suspicion evident in her gaze.

Taehyung cleared his throat, adjusting his posture in the chair. He steepled his fingers like a man lost in thought.

"Working."

His voice was smooth, professional—completely betraying the fact that he had been sitting under the desk like a child minutes ago.

Jungkook narrowed her eyes. "Really?"

"Of course," he said smoothly, leaning back with an air of authority. He picked up the nearest document—a completely blank sheet of paper—and frowned at it like it held the secrets of the universe.

Jungkook's eyes trailed over the clutter on his desk. "I thought you hated working on Sundays."

"I do," he replied without missing a beat, flipping the blank page as if reading something serious. "But sacrifices must be made."

Jungkook hummed, unconvinced. The wife stared at him for a second longer before sighing. "I just came to see if you wanted tea."

At that, Taehyung's serious mask almost cracked. His wife was too cute for her own good.

"I'd love some," he finally said, voice softer now. "Thank you, Mrs Kim."

Jungkook smiled, turning to leave. But before she stepped out, she paused, looking over her shoulder. "Don't work too hard."

Taehyung waited until the door shut behind her before exhaling heavily. He slumped back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

That was too close.

After a moment, he peeked under the desk to check if his precious materials were safe. The sight of the neatly stacked ribbons and tools made him smile.

Straightening up, he rolled his sleeves back and reached for another strip of satin.

But he paused.

Taehyung initially thought he'd dedicate just a few hours to his secret project, but now, as he stared at the mess of ribbons and half-formed flowers beneath his desk, his priorities suddenly shifted.

Tea with his wife sounded better.

He flicked his wrist again, quickly tucking everything away with magic. The ribbons folded neatly, the glue gun cooled, and the tiny petals he had painstakingly cut stacked themselves into a perfect pile inside the drawer.

With another wave of his hand, his desk cleared of all the fake 'work,' leaving only his laptop and a single open document—enough to maintain the illusion if Jungkook happened to peek again.

Leaning back, he allowed himself a small, satisfied smirk.

A grand handmade proposal could wait a little longer.

But tea with his pretty wife? That was an opportunity he wasn't about to miss.

Pushing himself up from his chair, he smoothed out his shirt, ensuring he looked as composed as ever.

He hadn't realized how much time had passed until Jungkook knocked—his hands were slightly sore from handling the scissors and glue, and there were faint traces of satin fibers on his sleeves.

But none of that mattered now.

All that mattered was the sweet voice that had called for him.

When he stepped into the hallway, Jungkook was still standing there, her hands delicately clasped together in front of her. She blinked up at him with soft, round eyes, and just like that, whatever lingering tension he had melted away.

"That was fast." Jungkook remarked, tilting her head.

Taehyung exhaled a small chuckle, leaning down just a fraction to brush a stray curl away from her face.

"What can I say? The idea of tea with my wife was far more tempting than spreadsheets." he said smoothly.

Jungkook laughed, a sound that warmed him from the inside out. "You always say that," she teased. "Yet you spend hours locked in your study."

"Hmm," he mused. "Maybe I should spend less time working then."

Jungkook's brows lifted slightly, amused. "Wouldn't your employees panic if their mighty CEO started slacking?"

Taehyung tilted his head, considering. "They'd survive."

Jungkook shook her head and took his hand, giving it a small tug. "Come have tea with me, Mr. Kim," she said, her voice lilting sweetly.

And how could he ever say no to that?

"Lead the way, Mrs. Kim," he murmured, intertwining their fingers as he allowed her to pull him toward the sitting room.

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The room was bathed in the afternoon sun, coming in through the tall windows. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers from the garden, blending with the aroma of steeping tea.

The table was already set—two delicate cups, a teapot with faint wisps of steam rising from its spout, and a small plate of sweet pastries.

Jungkook sat first, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she reached for the teapot.

"I made chamomile today," she said, carefully pouring the golden liquid into their cups. "I figured you might need something relaxing after all that... demanding work."

Taehyung hummed in response, watching the way her fingers gracefully maneuvered the porcelain handle. He rested his chin on his hand, eyes trained on her.

Pretty.

That was the only word that came to mind. His wife was simply pretty, sitting there in the warm afternoon light, filling him tea like she had no idea just how effortlessly enchanting she was.

Jungkook glanced up, catching him staring. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Taehyung didn't even try to hide his amusement. "Because my wife is lovely."

Jungkook's cheeks immediately colored and she ducked her head. "Drink your tea, Mr. Kim," she mumbled, flustered, pushing his cup toward him.

Taehyung chuckled low, the sound rich with satisfaction, but he obediently picked up the cup she offered, fingers brushing hers deliberately—just for that little spark. Jungkook's breath hitched for the briefest second, but she recovered quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and pretending to be very interested in arranging the pastries.

Taehyung took a slow sip of the chamomile tea, eyes never leaving her profile. The curve of her cheek, the slight pout of her lips, the way her lashes kissed her skin each time Jungkook blinked—it was quiet beauty.

The kind that didn't beg to be seen but became unforgettable once it was.

Taehyung's eyes softened when he noticed Jungkook hesitating, her fingers pausing just above the tray of pastries as if the choice required immense thought.

"You're thinking too hard," he said with a quiet chuckle, lowering his cup onto the saucer with a faint clink. "Just pick one, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook's pout deepened, her shoulders hunching slightly in distress. "But I don't know which one I want... they're all too pretty."

Taehyung leaned closer, warmth in his voice as he teased, "And yet, not as pretty as you."

The wife glanced at him quickly, the compliment catching her off guard, eyes widening just a little before she ducked her head with a bashful smile.

He gave a soft laugh. "Alright, alright," he said, reaching for the tray. "Let me help."

He studied the arrangement with exaggerated seriousness, fingertips ghosting over fruit pastries, delicate cream swirls, and chocolate shells. Then, he picked up a small tart nestled in a golden foil—filled with chocolate and topped with petals.

"This one," he announced gently, holding it up toward her lips.

Jungkook blinked at him, lips parting in surprise. "Wait... isn't that your favorite?"

His smile was sheepish, boyish. "Maybe. But I want to see you try it."

She hesitated, shy under his gaze, but leaned in slowly. Her lips brushed the edge of the tart as she took a bite, and Taehyung watched as she chewed thoughtfully, cheeks puffed just slightly, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

When she opened them again, there was a sparkle there—quiet joy, contentment.

"It's nice," she said softly.

"Yeah?" he murmured.

She nodded, then held the tart up to his lips in return. "Your turn."

Their fingers touched as he accepted it, and the simple act—her feeding him what she'd just tasted—felt more intimate than a kiss. They smiled at each other, heads leaning in without thinking, a shared warmth blooming between their tea cups and tender glances.

Outside, the breeze rustled the garden leaves. Inside, time slowed for the two hearts that had found their rhythm.

They continued like that, slowly picking at the pastries, sometimes feeding themselves, sometimes feeding each other. Jungkook leaned into his side, her small frame pressing against him as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Taehyung's chest warmed at the simple gesture, his heart giving a slow thump.

"Sleepy?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost fond.

Jungkook hummed, her eyes lazily fluttering open and shut. "A little..."

Taehyung felt the shift before he saw it. Jungkook, in her drowsy state, curled even closer, her soft hands slipping around his waist as she nuzzled into his chest.

Her legs tucked to the side, resting lightly over his thigh, and before he could fully process it, her arms tightened around him, fingers fisting into his shirt.

His breath hitched.

This was dangerous.

Taehyung swallowed hard, shifting slightly to accommodate her weight, but all it did was press her closer. Her cheek now rested against his collarbone, her breath fanning lightly over his skin, and Taehyung felt something deep in his chest clench.

Taehyung didn't move. He wouldn't dare. His tea had long since cooled, and the pastries sat half-eaten, forgotten on the tray, but none of that mattered. Not when he had Jungkook clinging to him like this—like a sleepy little heartbeat wrapped in silk and light.

He leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, letting the garden breeze and her presence lull him into a peaceful stillness. The house was quiet, the moment untouched.

And for the first time in a long time, Taehyung didn't feel like the world needed fixing.

Not when his entire world was already wrapped in his arms.

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One week later

Taehyung sat in his study. His eyes traced the lines of the bouquet, his fingers gently caressing the delicate satin petals, confirming every detail he had painstakingly worked on over the past week.

It hadn't been easy. Far from it.

Taehyung had spent countless early mornings, well before the sun had risen, sitting on the floor and bending over the bouquet in secret. The materials he had summoned with his magic were tucked away in his drawer, hidden from prying eyes.

Whenever someone knocked on his door, he would hastily clear the desk, burying the half-finished flowers under piles of work documents, pretending to be lost in reports or calls.

Many evenings, after the last meeting, Taehyung would retire to his study, pulling out the ribbons, scissors, and glue gun. He'd work in silence, the only sound being the snip of scissors cutting satin.

The most difficult part had been his wife's eyes.

Hiding from them.

Jungkook had a way of looking at him—curious, knowing, always attuned to the slightest change in his demeanor. She noticed everything. And Taehyung, despite his best efforts, had never been good at keeping secrets from her.

There had been close calls.

Like the night she had wandered into his study unexpectedly, yawning sleepily, asking why he hadn't come to bed yet. Taehyung had barely managed to shove the half-finished bouquet under his desk, blocking it from view with his legs as he feigned a headache, urging her to go rest.

Or the morning she had wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, murmuring something about how he smelled like Burnt glue.

Taehyung had frozen.

She had laughed at his stiffness, teasing him about whether he was hiding a mistress. He had rolled his eyes, flicking her forehead in response, but deep inside, panic had clawed at his chest.

Because he wasn't hiding another woman.

He was hiding a bouquet. A bouquet he was crafting with his own hands. A bouquet he wanted to give her—not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Because she deserved something made with his own hands, not something bought with money.

And now, after weeks of stolen moments and careful work, it was finally done.

Taehyung exhaled, lifting the delicate bouquet toward the light. The satin petals gleamed softly, each one shaped to perfection. The ribbons cascaded down in graceful curls, every detail meticulously arranged.

It was beautiful. But more than that—it was hers.

Now, he just had to give it to Jungkook.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he imagined Jungkook's reaction when she would finally see it. He could already picture her eyes lighting up, her hands delicately tracing each petal just as he had.

The thought made his heart race.

For a brief moment, he let himself imagine the proposal—Jungkook, standing before him, the flowers in his hands, and him kneeling to offer her the bouquet, asking her to be his forever.

It would be worth all the sneaking, the late nights, the fake reports, and the moments of frustration.

Taehyung stood up from his desk, moving toward the window. He pulled back the curtains just enough to catch a glimpse of the world outside. The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange, pink, and purple.

The evening air was crisp, and the faintest breeze brushed against his face as he took in the sight. He could almost feel the excitement building within him.

Tonight would be the night—the night he would give Jungkook the surprise of a lifetime.

The full moon would rise soon, its soft light casting an ethereal glow over everything. It was symbolic, Taehyung thought—a fitting background for such an important moment.

The moon had always represented something constant, something unchanging.

And that was how he felt about his love for Jungkook. Constant. Persistent. Even in the chaos, in the whirlwind of his daily life, his feelings for her had remained constant.

"Perfect," he murmured.

Taehyung's gaze shifted back to the sky, the sun now almost gone, the last remnants of daylight fading. Soon, the moon would rise, and with it, the beginning of something new.

His gaze softened, his mind wandering to Jungkook. He couldn't wait to see her expression when she saw everything he had done for her. She deserved all of this and more.

His pretty, intelligent, caring wife.

His fingers brushed over the bouquet again, the petals soft beneath his fingertips.

"I'll make this perfect for you," Taehyung whispered to the bouquet, as if Jungkook could hear him through the walls. "I promise."

Tonight was the night.

And he would make it unforgettable.

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Taehyung adjusted the cuffs of his crisp suit, standing tall in front of the massive mirror in his private dressing room. The grand hall was being set up as he spoke, and in just a few hours, Jungkook would walk in, completely oblivious to the grand surprise waiting for her.

His heart pounded slightly at the thought.

This wasn't just any ordinary event—it was their moment.

The moment he would finally confess, not just in silent gestures and hidden smiles, but in actual words. He would tell her how much she meant to him, how he wanted to spend every lifetime with her, and how he—

Taehyung exhaled sharply.

Words. Right. That was the problem.

Clearing his throat, he straightened his posture and looked himself dead in the eye. Nodding to himself, he placed his hands in his pockets, exuding confidence. Then, with a smooth smile, he began his practice speech.

"Jungkook... from the moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine."

He cringed. Too possessive.

"Jungkook, you are my everything. You are my moon, my stars, my—"

He winced. Too poetic.

He rubbed his temple before inhaling and starting again.

"Jungkook, being with you has been the most fulfilling contract—"

He stopped. Froze. Did I just call our marriage a contract?

Taehyung groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

He tried again.

"Jungkook, statistically speaking, the probability of me finding someone as perfect as you is—"

Taehyung shut his eyes tightly, sucking in a deep breath. "Why is it that I can close a billion-dollar deal in a single conversation, but I can't even say three romantic sentences to my own legally wedded wife?"

He exhaled. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe he just needed to speak from his heart instead of sounding like he was delivering a corporate briefing.

Determined, he tried again.

He looked at his reflection, imagining Jungkook standing in front of him, her wide doe eyes blinking curiously at him. His lips parted, and this time, he softened his tone.

This time, he would focus on compliments. Compliments were easy, right? He had seen enough romance movies (forced by Jungkook, obviously) to know how it worked.

"Jungkook," he began smoothly, his voice dropping to a soft, honeyed tone. "Your eyes..."

He paused, searching for the right words.

"They are... so deep. Like an ocean.
So vast, I feel like I could drown in them."

Yes. That sounded romantic. Feeling a bit more confident, he continued, his lips curling into a practiced smirk.

"They shine so brightly... like... like—"

His mind blanked for a second, scrambling for an appropriate metaphor.

"Like a... tubelight."

Taehyung blinked at his reflection which stared back at him, horrified.

Did he just compare Jungkook's mesmerizing, galaxy-filled eyes to a tubelight?

Oh, no.

NO.

Who in their right mind compared their wife's beautiful, expressive, doe-like eyes to a fluorescent light bulb?!

"Why am I like this?" he muttered, gripping his head.

He could almost see Jungkook's unimpressed stare, her face deadpan as she processed his words. "Wow, Mr. Kim. Out of all the things you could've chosen, you went with a tubelight? Truly, Shakespeare would be jealous."

Taehyung groaned, dragging both hands down his face.

Fine. He would fix it.

Move on. Compliments were not working. Maybe he could say something about her beauty?

"Jungkook, you are the most breathtaking person I have ever seen," he said, regaining confidence.

"Your beauty is... is..." he searched for the right word, his brain whirring—

"...underrated."

Silence.

He froze. Taehyung shut his eyes. He needed to stop before he ruined his own proposal before it even happened.

"Underrated?"

He let out a slow, suffering breath, dragging a hand down his face.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered, pacing back and forth in his study. "Am I writing a Google review or proposing to my wife?!"

He turned back to the mirror, gripping the edges of the desk in front of him, and took a deep breath. He squared his shoulders, cleared his throat, and tried again.

"Jungkook, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your eyes are so deep... like... like the Pacific Ocean."

He stopped.

"Okay, maybe too dramatic."

He exhaled sharply and tried again.

"Your eyes shine so bright... like... like a solar lamp."

He blinked. Then, his soul left his body. He groaned, dropping his head onto the desk. "A solar lamp? A FREAKING SOLAR LAMP?!"

He sat up abruptly, pointing an accusing finger at his own reflection. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

The mirror, of course, had no answer.

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Okay, let's move on from the eyes."

He straightened his suit jacket and tried again.

"Jungkook, your lips... they are like... like soft rose petals. Your hair... it's like... like..." he searched for a poetic metaphor— "A very expensive curtain."

He froze. Then, he sat down. Then, he buried his face in his hands.

"I am a lost cause."

For a moment, he just sat there, wallowing in the deep pit of his own humiliation. This was bad. This was worse than bad. This was a catastrophe.

How was it possible that he could not string together a proper romantic sentence for his own wife?!

Why was this so difficult?! Why couldn't he just... say what he felt?

Because what he felt was terrifying.
Because Jungkook wasn't just "pretty" or "beautiful" to him. She was everything.

She was the fire in his blood, the sun in his sky, the breath in his lungs. She was the reason his heart beat a little faster when he walked into a room and saw her sitting there, completely unaware of the way she owned him. She was the only person who could make him lose every ounce of logic with just one look.

And that was exactly why he was struggling. Because how did you put that into words?

Taehyung lay sprawled on the couch, staring at the ceiling like his entire existence had just been questioned. Somewhere, somehow, in the past thirty minutes, he had lost his grip on reality.

Taehyung turned to the side, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. His own face looked back at him, judgmental.

"Look at you," he muttered darkly. "Where is your dignity? Where is your pride?"

But the moment he thought about standing in that grand hall, bouquet in hand, watching Jungkook walk in. His stomach flipped and his palms felt clammy. He sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling. "Maybe I should just write it down."

But no, that was even worse.

Jungkook would tease him for eternity if he wrote a whole speech like he was preparing for a press conference.

He needed to just... say it.

Speak from the heart.

Simple.

Easy.

Right?

...

"I'm doomed."

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Jungkook stepped into the room and the first thing that caught her attention was the sight of a large, beautifully wrapped box resting on the bed. It was so carefully placed, the rich ribbon of the wrapping shimmering under the dim light.

Jungkook tilted her head, a slight frown tugging at her lips. Her gaze shifted between the box and the room, trying to understand what this surprise could possibly be.

Her steps were hesitant at first—soft, quiet, the click of her anklet barely audible on the floor. Dressed in a simple pastel dress that made her look like a spring morning, Jungkook approached the bed with curiosity clouding her expression and the glass bangles on her wrist chiming gently.

She reached out and brushed her fingers along the smooth wrapping, then turned her head slightly.

Jungkook sat down at the edge of the bed, carefully pulling at the ribbon. It fell away with a whisper, revealing a beautiful ivory box beneath.

The handwriting on the top of the package caught her eye. It was written in dark ink on soft cream paper, and though the message was short, it was impossible to miss the affection sewed into every stroke.

"For my smol wife."

Jungkook blinked. Her fingers paused, resting gently over the handwriting as her eyes softened with quiet surprise. The corners of her lips lifted—first uncertainly, then a little more, until a smile bloomed that she couldn't quite hold back.

That nickname. That ridiculous, teasing nickname he used only when they were alone, when the world was soft and slow and filled with little secrets meant for no one else. He always said it like a whisper behind a smile, like he couldn't help it. And each time he did, it melted her.

She let out a shaky breath, fingers trailing over the letters again.

"Mr. Kim..." she murmured under her breath. His voice echoed in her mind—low, calm, always warm when he spoke to her like that. Like she was precious. Like she was his.

She looked back at the box, her heart fluttering.

What was this all about?

Her hands moved with gentle purpose now, more respectful than curious. She untied the bow with care, as though rushing it might somehow disrespect the sentiment behind it. The ribbon fell away with a silky sigh, revealing a polished ivory box beneath—sturdy, heavy, expensive.

Jungkook ran her fingers along the lid, breath catching as she slowly lifted it open.

And then... she froze.

Inside the box, carefully nestled between soft layers of tissue paper, was something so beautiful it nearly stole her breath away.

Jungkook's eyes widened as she slowly, reverently, lifted the fabric—an exquisite dress, unlike anything she could have imagined.

The dress was a deep, midnight black, but it seemed to shimmer under the soft light of the room. It was simple, yet undeniably elegant—something fit for royalty, or perhaps something even grander, like a whispered dream made real. Her fingers trembled slightly as they traced the hem, feeling the smoothness of the silk beneath her touch. It was soft, like a second skin, as if the dress had been crafted just for her.

Nestled beside the dress was a small, delicate jewelry box. She gently opened it, her heart fluttering with each movement. Inside, she found a set that could only be described as breathtaking—a pair of earrings, each one a perfect drop of light, and a delicate necklace that shimmered with fine gemstones.

The stones sparkled like stars against the soft velvet of the box, glowing faintly, as though holding the very essence of the night sky within them.

Jungkook carefully lifted the earrings, the light catching the gems in such a way that they almost seemed alive. She marvel at the thought of wearing them—of wearing these treasures, these symbols of something precious.

Her fingers shook ever so slightly as she held the necklace, running it through her fingertips, wondering how he always seemed to know exactly what she needed, even when she didn't know it herself.

But it was the note, carefully tucked inside the box, that truly stole her attention. It was folded neatly, almost reverently, as if it had been placed with great care. Jungkook's hands gently unfolded the paper. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Taehyung's handwriting—his familiar, elegant strokes filling the page.

To my dearest wife,

A place where hearts first met, where our souls collided in ways unknown,
Where promises were made, yet no words were spoken.
The sky watched as we stood—unaware of what was to come.

Go there now, where the water's edge meets the shade of the willow,
For that's where our journey began and where our next chapter will be written.

Jungkook stared at the paper, her heart skipping a beat. Her smile faltered as confusion clouded her features. The words were beautiful, poetic even, but the meaning—where was he asking her to go?

Her brow furrowed as she re-read the lines, the soft murmur of her voice tracing the words in her mind.

A place where hearts first met... She repeated it again, gently tapping her finger to her lips. What could that mean?

Water's edge... willow... The image floated in her thoughts, but still, it didn't quite connect. Where had they met in such a place?

Jungkook chuckled softly to herself, the confusion melting into something warmer. It was a riddle, yes, but it was a riddle from him, a secret message in his handwriting, and the thrill of it was too delicious to ignore.

Her heart fluttered as her eyes flitted between the note, the dress, and the sparkling jewels. She almost bounced in place, her hands clutching the paper tightly as excitement rushed through her veins. She could feel her cheeks warming, her pulse quickening in giddy expectation.

"I have to figure this out..." Jungkook whispered to herself, her voice a soft giggle as she spun in a little circle. She felt lighter than air, like a fluttering butterfly caught in the warmth of the moment.

She stopped mid-spin and gazed at the dress, holding it up to her chest.

"I get to wear this tonight, huh?" she whispered, her voice filled with wonder as she turned to face the mirror, the dress flowing in her hands. The soft fabric shimmered in the light, and she felt like the world around her was a dream, as if every moment led to this.

And somewhere in her heart, she knew this was just the beginning.

A few Minutes later,

Jungkook stood in front of the vanity mirror, her hands shaking slightly as she brushed her hair. The delicate pink blush had been applied, her cheeks rosy as she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection.

She wasn't sure if it was the dress or the anticipation of what was to come, but she felt a fluttering sensation in her chest that seemed to make her heart skip with each passing second.

Jungkook gazed at her reflection, her breath catching in her throat. The black gown draped over her form like liquid shadow, hugging her waist before cascading down in soft, flowing layers. The beaded embellishments shimmered under the dim lights, the delicate chains resting on her shoulders adding an ethereal touch.

She felt... different. Powerful, almost. The kind of beauty that wasn't just admired but demanded attention.

Her hands skimmed over the fabric, feeling its weight, its luxury. The corset-style bodice accentuated her silhouette, and the sheer cape trailing behind her made her feel like some dark fairytale queen.

Jungkook stood frozen in front of the mirror, her eyes wide as she took in her reflection. The black gown clung to her body in all the right places, revealing more than she had ever dared to show.

Her shoulders were bare, exposed to the cool air, the fabric of the dress leaving her neck and back completely open. The design of the corset-style bodice hugged her form, highlighting her chest in a way that made her cheeks flush with warmth.

Her heart raced, and she couldn't help but stare at the exposed skin. She pressed her hand to her chest, almost as if she could hide the sudden rush of heat spreading across her skin.

Her face turned a deep shade of red, the color creeping up from her neck to her ears. She hadn't realized how bold the dress was when she first put it on, but now, in the soft glow of the dim light, it was all too evident.

Her bare skin, the way the gown emphasized her silhouette, left her feeling vulnerable but somehow... beautiful.

Jungkook felt a flutter of self-consciousness, imagining Taehyung's reaction when he saw her. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, her fingers nervously brushing against her neck, almost as if she could hide the bare skin that now felt so exposed.

She quickly turned away from the mirror, pressing her hand to her cheek in embarrassment.

What was she even thinking? Jungkook wondered.

The idea of Taehyung seeing her like this sent a wave of warmth flooding through her. She wasn't sure if she should feel nervous or excited, but the thought of him admiring her in this dress had her heart fluttering in a way she hadn't expected.

She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself, but the anticipation of what was to come had her cheeks burning brighter than ever.

Jungkook turned slowly, her eyes landing on the small velvet box nestled beside the tissue-lined dress box. Her fingers reached for it delicately, almost reverently, as if opening it might release more than just jewelry—perhaps a bit of Taehyung's unspoken affection.

The earrings sparkled like stardust, tiny galaxies suspended in gold. They were light, delicate, breathtaking—yet bold enough to make a statement. She touched them gently, marveling at the way they glittered with every slight movement of her hand.

Then came the necklace—dainty, elegant, and so clearly chosen with care. The pendant shimmered faintly under the light, its center stone catching every glint from the room. Jungkook's fingers trembled a little as she lifted it, bringing it up to her neck and carefully clasping it behind her nape.

The chain settled cool and soft against her collarbones, almost like a kiss in silver.

She leaned closer to the mirror, brushing a few strands of hair back to admire the way it sat—perfectly—just above the neckline of the gown. Her reflection stared back at her, glowing in ways she hadn't expected.

The lights from the vanity kissed her cheeks, already warmed with blush, while her dark curls spilled down her shoulders in loose waves.

Everything about her looked so different.

Would he like it? Jungkook wondered, biting down gently on her lip.

Would he look at her with that quiet intensity of his—the one that burned more than any words could? Or would he say nothing at all, just blink and nod, and leave her spiraling in the silence of his gaze?

She exhaled shakily, pressing a palm against her chest.

"Stop overthinking," jungkook whispered to herself, but the fluttering inside her didn't listen. Not when the memory of Taehyung's eyes lingered at the back of her mind—the way they could make her feel seen and exposed, all at once. The way his voice could melt the strongest of her walls.

A giggle bubbled up in her throat before she could help it. She pressed her hands to her warm cheeks, trying to soothe the heat rising there, but it was hopeless.

"He's going to lose his mind when he sees me," she whispered to herself, almost breathless with excitement.

Her fingers brushed over the delicate necklace one more time as she turned in front of the mirror, the dress flowing like ink around her legs. The sheer cape billowed behind her with every movement, and her skin still tingled where the cool air touched bare shoulders, her back exposed just enough to make her blush all over again.

But this time, she didn't feel shy. Not really.

There was a giddy sort of confidence threading through her now, curling in her stomach and blooming beneath her skin. This dress—his gift—was bold.

It was a message.

And the thought that Taehyung had chosen it for her, imagined her in it, maybe even pictured her walking toward him under soft lights—that was enough to send another wave of heat through her body.

Jungkook placed a hand over her chest, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. She was getting way too ahead of herself.

Deciding that standing in front of the mirror all night would only make her overthink more, she spun on her heel and grabbed her sandals.

The clock was ticking.

Taehyung was waiting.

And she had a riddle to solve.

Jungkook went back to the bed and picked up the note. Her fingers clutched the fragile paper as she read the riddle once more.

"Where...?" Jungkook whispered to herself, her eyes scanning the room as though it held the answers.

"Is it..?"

Jungkook's heart fluttered with excitement as she solved the riddle.

A victorious smile spread across her face. She had cracked it. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she realized what this meant.

Her fingers eagerly reached for the drawer of the bedside table to pick up her phone. But she found something else, another note, this one sealed with a ribbon. Her heart skipped a beat as she pulled it out.

Unfolding the paper, she read the riddle aloud to herself:

"My dearest love, you've solved my first clue,
But now, my sweet, there's more for you to do.
The magic I've prepared will lead you to me,
But first, you must close your eyes and set your mind free.

Picture the place where we first met,
Where love began, where hearts did meet.
Focus your thoughts, imagine the sound,
Of the waves, the rustling leaves and the soft ground.

Now, in your mind, the magic will grow,
And there, you'll find me, as your heart will know."

Jungkook's eyes widened as she processed the riddle.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she recalled the first time they had truly met, the place where it had all begun. The peaceful shore with the willow tree, the waves lapping gently at the edges, the soft breeze carrying the scent of the earth.

Her fingers gently traced the edges of the note. The magic would lead her there, and Taehyung would be waiting.

With a deep breath, she set the note down and focused on the words of the riddle, the magic swirling within her. Closing her eyes, she imagined the place—every detail, every sensation.

The wind, the sound of the leaves, the crash of water on the shore.

Jungkook's heart swelled with excitement as she let the magic take her, trusting that wherever she would end up, it would be with Taehyung.

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