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Jungkook sat curled up beside Taehyung, the evening light the room with golden glow. It was a rare moment between them—no teasing, no mischief, just the comfortable silence of two souls basking in each other's presence.

Her fingers absentmindedly played with the sleeve of his shirt as she let out a soft hum. She turned her head to peek at him, watching as he lazily flipped through a book, his long fingers skimming the pages.

Jungkook puffed her cheeks, staring at the ceiling. What should we do?

She considered asking him to go on a walk but it was already evening, and she didn't feel like leaving the cozy warmth of their home. Maybe they could play a game? No, Taehyung would probably find a way to turn it into something teasing, and she wasn't in the mood to be flustered.

She turned her gaze to him, ready to suggest something random, but the words got caught in her throat when she finally looked at him properly.

Her husband—her devastatingly handsome husband—was currently wearing his reading glasses.

Oh no.

Jungkook swallowed, her boredom evaporating as she stared at him, completely mesmerized.

The thin frames rested perfectly on the bridge of his nose, making his sharp features look even more refined. His dark lashes cast shadows against his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted as he absentmindedly wet them while reading.

She had always known Taehyung was attractive—he made sure to remind her every time he caught her staring—but this? This was unfair.

How dare he look this good while doing something as simple as reading?

Jungkook felt her face grow warm.

Snap out of it, Jungkook! She scolded herself internally. You were just complaining about being bored, and now you're drooling over your husband like a love-struck fool!

She shook her head quickly, trying to will away her flustered thoughts. But it was useless.

She tapped her fingers against her lap, stealing another not-so-secret glance at Taehyung. He was still engrossed in his book, completely unaware of the effect he was having on her. His long fingers idly twirled the corner of a page, his jaw set in a relaxed expression, the gentle evening light making him look even more picturesque.

Jungkook let out a tiny sigh before sitting up straighter.

Okay, think. What would be fun?

Her eyes flitted around the room until they landed on the small writing desk near the window. An idea sparked in her mind, and excitement bubbled in her chest.

Letter writing!

She had read about couples in olden times exchanging handwritten letters, pouring their hearts onto paper even while sitting under the same roof. It sounded so romantic—so utterly sweet.

Wouldn't it be fun if they did the same?

The moment the idea of letter writing popped into her mind, Jungkook was determined to make it perfect. If they were going to exchange love letters, it had to be done properly—with the right atmosphere, the right tools and the right level of romance.

So, she set to work.

Taehyung's brows furrowed as he felt the absence of Jungkook's warmth beside him. He glanced up from his book, only to find his little fireball darting across the room, gathering items like she was collecting Pokémon.

Jungkook pulled out a soft rug, spreading it neatly in front of the fireplace. Then she carefully arranged a few cushions, fluffing them just right so they were comfortable to lean against.

"What exactly are you up to, Mrs. Kim?" he drawled, setting his book aside.

Jungkook spun on her heel, nearly dropping the quill she had just grabbed. "Something fun!" she chirped before scurrying back to him and carefully setting everything down on the rug.

To add the final touch, she lit a few candles, letting the warm glow fill the space with a cozy, intimate ambiance.
Taehyung leaned forward, eyeing the spread of writing materials with mild intrigue. "Are we forging royal decrees now?" he teased.

Jungkook huffed, puffing out her cheeks. "No, silly! We're going to write letters to each other."

Taehyung raised a brow. "Letters? To each other?"

"Yes!" she plopped down beside him, straightening the pages. "Like in olden times, when lovers would exchange heartfelt letters even while living under the same roof. It's romantic."

Taehyung tilted his head, watching her with a lopsided smile. "So, you want us to pour our hearts onto paper instead of just saying things?"

Jungkook nodded eagerly.

Taehyung smirked but said nothing as he finally moved, stretching before walking over to sit across from her on the rug. He leaned back on one arm, his long legs stretched out, looking entirely too relaxed.

He leaned in, his breath fanning against her cheek. "Does that mean you have things for me you can't say out loud, hmm?"

Jungkook's face flamed instantly. "That's not what I meant!" she sputtered, pushing him away.

Taehyung chuckled, watching her flustered reaction with amusement.

"Why are you so perverted these days?" Jungkook huffed, glaring at him as she held her quill like a weapon. "You used to be so serious and gentlemanly before! Just like an ice-cube"

Taehyung smirked, propping his chin on his palm as he gazed at her lazily. "Oh? Are you saying you prefer me that way? Cold, distant and all proper?"

Jungkook blinked, then pouted. "I—That's not what I meant!"

He reached out, playfully tugging on a strand of her hair. "Well, Mrs. Kim, have you ever considered that perhaps you are the reason for this change?"

Jungkook narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

Taehyung leaned in, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "You've turned me into this, little wife. How can a man remain an ice-cube when he has a wife who pouts, whines, and looks so adorable when flustered?"

Jungkook gasped, swatting at his arm. "Yah! That's your excuse?"

Taehyung laughed, catching her wrist easily. "It's the truth. And besides," he murmured, pulling her hand closer, pressing a soft kiss to her fingertips, "if I were still that stiff and serious, would you be having this much fun with me?"

Jungkook's lips parted slightly, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected softness in his voice.

She quickly pulled her hand back, shaking her head as if to clear it.

"No more talking. We're writing now."

Taehyung laughed, reaching for a quill. "Alright, alright. If my dear wife wishes to romance me through ink and paper, who am I to deny her?"

Jungkook's lips twitched. "Good. But no peeking until we exchange them."

"Same to you."

Jungkook giggled, dipping her quill into the ink and hovering it over the parchment. But then she hesitated, nibbling on her lower lip.

"What should we write?" she asked, looking up at him.

Taehyung smirked, tapping his quill against his chin as if deep in thought. "Something romantic, obviously."

Jungkook pouted. "Be serious."

He let out a soft laugh before leaning forward slightly. "How about... writing about what we love most about each other?"

Jungkook's eyes lit up. "Oh! That's a good idea."

Taehyung grinned. "Of course it is. I'm a genius."

Jungkook rolled her eyes, playfully kicking his shin under the table. "Just write, you show-off."

He laughed but obeyed, lowering his quill to the parchment. Jungkook did the same, the room falling into a peaceful silence as they both focused on their letters.

The only sounds were the soft crackling of the fireplace and the quiet scratch of their quills against the parchment.

Candles flickered around them, casting warm shadows as husband and wife exchanged words they could never say out loud.

Jungkook puffed up her cheeks as she stared at the blank sheet of paper, twirling the quill in her fingers. Her lips jutted out in a tiny pout, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. She had started this whole thing, but now that she actually had to write, her mind was blank.

What should I even say?

She sneaked a glance at Taehyung, hoping he was struggling just as much. But to her horror, he looked entirely different—completely absorbed in his letter, his brows drawn together in focus, his long fingers gracefully guiding the quill across the paper with smooth strokes.

Jungkook blinked.

Why did he look like he was finalizing the budget for the entire country?

She puffed up her cheeks even more, feeling utterly betrayed. How is he so serious about this? He's supposed to be teasing me, getting distracted, being his usual annoying self!

Jungkook let out a small, frustrated sigh and scribbled something down quickly. Then, she peeked at his paper.

His hand immediately shot up, covering his letter. "No peeking."

Jungkook gasped, offended. "You! You're hiding it?"

Taehyung smirked, still not looking up. "It's a love letter, Mrs Kim. You're supposed to wait until I give it to you."

Jungkook's cheeks flamed. "I-It's not a love letter! Just a simple exchange of words!"

Taehyung finally glanced at her, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Then why are you blushing, little wife?"

Jungkook groaned and quickly scribbled another line, aggressively dipping her quill into the ink. She bit her lip, determined to make her letter more heartfelt than his.

Meanwhile, Taehyung glanced at her pouting face and barely resisted the urge to pull her into his lap. Instead, he shook his head with a soft chuckle and continued writing, making sure every word carried the depth of his feelings for her.

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Jungkook huffed, puffing up her cheeks even more as she stared at the neatly sealed letter in Taehyung's hands. It looked so official, so elegant—like a royal proclamation rather than a simple letter between a husband and wife.

Meanwhile, her own letter sat on the rug looking rather pitiful.

She had rewritten it three times already, each attempt messier than the last. The first one had too many ink smudges because she kept twirling the quill in frustration. The second had a giant scratch across it from where she accidentally dragged her sleeve through the wet ink. The third... well, she might have written one line, panicked at how cheesy it sounded, and crumpled it immediately.

Now, her final attempt was in front of her, still half-finished, while Taehyung looked like he had sealed his away with a stamp of victory.

How does he make everything look so effortlessly perfect?!

Jungkook groaned, flopping onto the rug dramatically. "This is unfair."

Taehyung arched a brow. "What is?"

"You! You finished so fast, and it probably sounds all poetic and romantic and perfect!" she accused, rolling onto her side to glare at him.

"Meanwhile, I—" she flailed her arms at her poor letter, "—am struggling."

Taehyung's lips twitched, but he played along, resting his chin on his hand. "Should I help you, wifey?"

"No!" Jungkook shot up immediately, hugging the paper to her chest like it was her dignity. "I'll do it myself!"

Taehyung chuckled. "Alright, alright. I won't look. But if you need inspiration..." He leaned in slightly, voice dropping into a husky murmur. "You can think about how much I adore you. How I could spend hours watching you pout like this. Or how I—"

Jungkook slammed a hand over his mouth, her face burning. "Shush."

Taehyung simply grinned against her palm, his eyes full of mischief.

With a glare, she grabbed her quill again and furiously began writing, determined to finish before he teased her any further. But the longer she tried, the harder it became to put her feelings into words.

How do I even describe him? How do I write about the way he looks at me? The way he teases me but always takes care of me afterward? The way he makes me feel safe, and warm, and wanted?

Jungkook chewed on her lip, her heart fluttering as she realized—this was why she was struggling.

Because no words felt enough.

Still, she took a deep breath and forced herself to write, pouring her feelings into the letter in the only way she could. Even if it was a mess, even if her words weren't perfect, it was hers.

Finally, she sealed the envelope, sighing in relief.

Taehyung, who had been watching her the whole time with an amused smile, leaned in. "Done?"

Jungkook nodded firmly. "Done."

He held out his hand. "Shall we exchange, then?"

Jungkook hesitated, clutching the letter to her chest. "No... let's read them tomorrow."

Taehyung's brows lifted in surprise, but then a slow, knowing smile curved his lips. "Anticipation makes the heart grow fonder, huh?"

Jungkook pouted, avoiding his gaze. "Something like that..."

Taehyung chuckled and gently took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Alright, my love. Tomorrow, then."

And just like that, the letters were placed on the bedside table, waiting to be opened with the morning sun.

Jungkook sat cross-legged on the soft rug, arms wrapped around herself as she kept glancing at the sealed envelope resting on the bedside table. Her fingers twitched with impatience.

She had meant to wait until morning—she really did! But the idea of Taehyung's words, his thoughts, and his feelings sitting just there was driving her crazy.

She stole a glance at her husband, who was now lounging against the headboard with an annoyingly composed expression, his long fingers lazily flipping through a book. Completely unbothered. Completely at ease.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with anticipation.

"Mr Kim."

"Hmm?" He didn't even look up.

"...Can I read your letter now?"

Taehyung finally lifted his gaze, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I thought you wanted to wait until morning, wifey."

Jungkook's lips pressed into a pout. "I changed my mind."

His lips twitched. "That fast?"

"Yes!" she huffed. "What if I die in my sleep and never get to read it?"

Taehyung let out a low chuckle, setting his book aside as he shifted to face her. "Such a dramatic little thing," he murmured, reaching out to flick her forehead lightly.

Jungkook whined, rubbing the spot before clasping her hands together in a plea. "Please, please, please let me read it now!"

Taehyung hummed in thought, tapping his fingers against his knee. "Hmm... what do I get in return?"

Jungkook blinked. "What do you mean?!"

He smirked. "If I let you read it now, you have to give me something in exchange."

Jungkook narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Like what?"

Taehyung tilted his head playfully. "Maybe... a kiss?"

Jungkook gaped. "You—you're blackmailing me?"

Taehyung merely shrugged, looking unbothered. "You're the one who's desperate, sweetheart. I'm just an innocent husband fulfilling his wife's wish."

Jungkook scowled but, after a moment of hesitation, crawled toward him and very quickly pecked his cheek before snatching the letter from the table.

"Ha!" She grinned victoriously as she settled back on the rug, tearing the envelope open while Taehyung chuckled at her antics.

But the moment her eyes landed on the first line, her breath hitched.

"To my dearest wife, my greatest love, the one who turns my world upside down—....."

Jungkook's lips parted slightly as her heart pounded against her ribs.

She continued reading, each word sinking deep into her chest.

Jungkook blinked rapidly as her vision blurred. Her fingers trembled slightly, gripping the letter like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Taehyung's letter wasn't filled with grand poetry or flowery metaphors—it was him. His love. His adoration woven between simple words. He wrote about how she made him feel, how he treasured every moment with her, how she made the dullest days shine.

Her lips wobbled.

Then, just like that, the dam broke.

A loud, pitiful wail escaped her, her shoulders shaking as she clutched the letter to her chest.

"W-Why would you write something like this, you meanie!" she hiccupped, wiping at her teary eyes with the back of her hand. "H-How am I supposed to recover from this?!"

Taehyung suddenly shot up in alarm. "Wait—why are you crying?"

He reached out, gently cupping her cheeks. His thumbs brushed away her tears, only for them to be immediately replaced by fresh ones.

"Because!" Jungkook sniffled, her lips forming an exaggerated pout. "It—It was so cute! And sweet! And—and you love me so much!" She let out another hiccup, curling into his chest. "And I love you so much too! But why do you always make me cry?!"

Taehyung chuckled, pressing kisses to the top of her head, the side of her temple, anywhere he could reach. "Silly little thing," he murmured, voice thick with amusement and adoration. "I make you cry because you're too soft."

"I'm not soft!" Jungkook wailed into his chest, gripping onto his shirt like a lifeline. "You just—you just write things that make my heart feel all warm and weird!"

Taehyung hummed, rubbing soothing circles into her back. "Warm and weird, huh?" he teased. "Shall I write another one, then?"

Jungkook gasped dramatically, pulling back to shake her head frantically. "No!" she exclaimed, sniffling. "I won't survive it!"

Taehyung chuckled, hugging her closer. "Are you that weak for my words, Mrs. Kim?" he teased, tracing soothing patterns along her back. "I didn't realize my love letters could turn my fierce little wife into such a weepy baby."

Jungkook let out a muffled whine against his chest, kicking her feet slightly in frustration. "I'm not a baby!" she insisted, her voice coming out small and wobbly, contradicting her words. "You just—you just—why did you have to write about everything like that?!"

Taehyung grinned, tilting her chin up with two fingers. "Like what?"

She hiccupped, pouting at him with her big, glossy eyes. "Like you love every single thing I do!"

Taehyung blinked, then let out a deep laugh. "But I do love every single thing you do, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then the tip of her nose. "Why wouldn't I write about my favorite little habits of yours?"

Jungkook sniffled again, still pouting. "Because it makes me feel too—too warm inside," she muttered, pressing herself into his chest like she wanted to disappear into him. "It's not fair. Now I wanna cry and cling to you forever."

Taehyung smirked, clearly entertained. "That doesn't sound like a bad thing, Mrs. Kim." He nuzzled into her hair, enjoying how she burrowed even further into his embrace. "In fact, I like when you cry and cling to me. It means you're all mine."

Jungkook let out another tiny whimper and grabbed onto his shirt even tighter, her fingers curling into the fabric as she shifted into his lap without even thinking. "You are mine," she grumbled, burying her face into his neck. "You have to be, after writing something like that."

Taehyung's arms tightened around her. "I always have been," he murmured. "And I always will be."

Jungkook let out a small, content sigh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Then hold me like this forever, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. "With pleasure, Mrs. Kim."

"I love you," she whispered against his shoulder.

Taehyung's arms tightened around her. "I love you more, wifey."

And just like that, the letter lay forgotten between them, but its words would stay with her forever. But before Jungkook could bask in the moment any longer, Taehyung's voice rumbled against her ear.

"What about me?" he asked, pulling back just enough to look at her. His charcoal eyes were filled with warmth, but there was a glint of curiosity in them too. "When do I get to read the letter you wrote for me?"

Jungkook instantly stiffened.

Oh no.

Her eyes flickered toward the table where her letter rested, innocent and waiting. But after reading his letter—so beautifully written, so full of charm and warmth—her own words suddenly felt childish.

She gulped, cheeks heating up as embarrassment crept in.

Taehyung didn't miss the way she nervously nibbled on her lower lip, her fingers curling into his shirt as if debating whether to bolt. A teasing smirk tugged at his lips.

"Wifey." His voice was dangerously smooth. "Are you hiding something from me?"

Jungkook immediately shook her head. "N-no!"

Taehyung hummed, unconvinced. His gaze flickered toward the table. "Then why do I feel like you want to snatch that letter and throw it into the fireplace?"

Because she did want to.

Jungkook let out a tiny whimper before dramatically throwing herself onto his chest, clinging to him like a koala.

"I'm embarrassed!" she whined, burying her face against his shoulder.

"Oh, so you can make me bare my heart in ink, but now you're shy? Mrs. Kim, that's unfair."

Jungkook huffed, cheeks puffed up. "Your letter was so perfect! What if mine isn't as good?"

He laughed softly, running his fingers through her hair. "So? That just means it's you. And I happen to love everything about you."

Jungkook groaned, squirming in his hold. "You're so unfair!"

"How am I unfair?"

"Because you say things like that!"

Taehyung grinned, resting his chin on top of her head. "I only tell the truth."

She peeked up at him, lips forming a tiny pout. "What if I don't let you read it?"

"Oh, Mrs. Kim," Taehyung drawled, voice rich with amusement. "You will let me read it. The only question is whether you'll hand it over willingly or if I'll have to steal it myself."

Jungkook gasped, clutching his shirt dramatically. "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" he teased, smirking.

She huffed, puffing her cheeks in defiance, but Taehyung only found her even more adorable.

With a defeated sigh, Jungkook finally relented, straightening in his lap. Her hands fidgeted, fingers twisting together as she cast another nervous glance at the letter.

With shaky hands, she reached for the letter, hesitating for a moment before finally placing it in his palm.

Taehyung smiled.

And as he unfolded the letter, Jungkook buried her face in his chest, preparing for the worst—because, oh no, now he was about to read her heart.

Silence.

That was the first thing Jungkook noticed.

Not the teasing chuckle she had braced herself for. Not the smug, dramatic recitation of her words in that deep, honeyed voice. Just silence.

She peeked up hesitantly, fingers clutching his shirt.

Taehyung was staring at the letter. No, revering it. His long fingers held the delicate paper with a careful, almost reverent grip, as if it were a fragile relic from an era long gone. His dark eyes traced over the words once, twice, thrice—lingering on certain lines, lips barely parted, his breath slow and deep.

Jungkook swallowed.

"Um..." she started hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not bad, is it?"

The paper in his hands lowered, but his eyes remained on it, as if reading over her words one last time, savoring them.

Then, finally—finally—he spoke.

"Mrs. Kim." His voice was deep, almost contemplative, yet undeniably warm. "If you were embarrassed because you thought this letter was lacking, allow me to correct you."

Jungkook bit her lip, fingers curling against his shirt. "I-I just thought it wasn't as...poetic as yours."

At that, Taehyung exhaled through his nose, a soft, breathy chuckle escaping him. "You think I want poetry from you?" He finally tilted his head down, looking at her, and Jungkook swore her breath caught at the way his expression had shifted.

His gaze was impossibly soft, so full of something deep and unspoken that it made her insides twist.

"You could have written nothing but my name over and over, and I would have treasured it all the same," he murmured, his free hand coming up to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "But this? This is you, Jungkook. And I wouldn't change a single word of it."

Jungkook blinked rapidly, warmth blooming in her chest. "You mean that?"

Taehyung hummed, tracing his thumb along her jaw. "Every word."

"You love me that much, huh?" he teased, brushing his nose against her temple.

Jungkook sniffled, burying her face in his chest. "Shut up, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung laughed. Oh, he was never letting this go.

Then, as if remembering something, he pulled back, narrowed his eyes, and tapped the letter against her nose.

"Now, about this 'alpha male' line..."

Jungkook groaned. "Oh my God, no."

"Oh yes," Taehyung smirked. "So intimidating, am I? But the 'softest, sweetest Pookie' for you?" He clicked his tongue. "You have exposed me, Mrs. Kim."

"Forget I wrote that part!" she whined, covering her face.

"Forget? Forget?" He gasped mockingly. "Absolutely not. This is getting framed."

"Taehyung!"

Too late. Mr. Kim was on a mission now.

Taehyung traced the words on the letter for what must have been the tenth time, his eyes caught something he had somehow overlooked before.

A faint smudge.

A kiss mark—Jungkook's lipstick imprinted on the corner of the paper.

His fingers ghosted over it, his dark eyes flickering with realization. A slow smirk curled at his lips as he tilted his head, glancing down at his wife, who was still attempting to burrow into his chest out of sheer embarrassment.

"Mrs. Kim," he called smoothly.

Jungkook peeked up, suspicious. "...What?"

He lifted the letter, tapping a finger against the lipstick mark. "And what is this?"

Her face flamed instantly. Jungkook's lips parted, then closed, then parted again—no excuse forming fast enough.

"I—I don't know!" she sputtered, voice slightly muffled behind her palm. "It must've—maybe it just—"

Taehyung arched a brow, clearly enjoying her flustered state far too much. "It just what, sweetheart?" he drawled, tapping the mark again. "Your lipstick magically decided to kiss the paper all on its own?"

Jungkook peeked through her fingers, glaring. "Yes. That. Exactly that."

Taehyung hummed, his smirk deepening as he leaned in, his fingers twirling the letter between them. "How about," he mused, his voice dropping to a lazy drawl, "I get this in real?"

Jungkook nearly choked on air. Her hands flew down from her face as she gawked at him, eyes wide and scandalized. "W-What?"

Taehyung tilted his head innocently, but the glint in his eyes was anything but.

"You heard me, Mrs. Kim," he murmured, twirling the letter before neatly folding it. "You've already put in the effort—sealed it with a kiss and all. Wouldn't it be a shame if your husband didn't receive the real deal?"

Jungkook pouted. "You're being dramatic."

"Am I? I had to make do with ink and paper, when the real thing was right in front of me? Mrs. Kim, you wound me."

Jungkook narrowed her eyes. "You get kisses all the time."

"But not this one." He lifted the letter again. "This one was special. I want it—properly."

She gawked at him, utterly scandalized. "You cannot be serious."

He grinned. "Oh, but I am."

Jungkook barely had a second to react before a deep chuckle sent a shiver down her spine.

And then—

She squeaked as Taehyung moved.

In one swift motion, the big bad wolf tackled his little red little riding hood onto the bed, caging her beneath him before she could even think of escape.

A gasp tore from her lips as she found herself sprawled on the mattress, Taehyung's body pressed over hers, strong arms bracketing her in.

"T-Taehyung!" she sputtered, hands instinctively landing on his shoulders, her wide doe eyes filled with alarm.

"Hmm?" He hummed lazily, his dark, knowing gaze locking onto hers, mischief dancing in his smirk. "What is it, little wife?"

She huffed, squirming beneath him, but he didn't budge an inch. "You—! Get off! What are you doing?"

"Taking what's mine," he purred, fingers brushing along her jaw, tilting her face up. "You owe me, Mrs. Kim."

Before Jungkook could protest, he dipped down, capturing her lips in a slow kiss.

Jungkook gasped against his mouth, hands fisting in his shirt as Taehyung kissed her senseless, as if he had all the time in the world. By the time he pulled back, Jungkook was breathless, her chest heaving, eyes hazy.

Jungkook was still trying to catch her breath when Taehyung propped himself up on one elbow, peering down at her with that maddeningly smug smirk. His free hand brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch deceptively gentle for the mischief gleaming in his eyes.

"You see, Mrs. Kim," he began, voice smooth, businesslike, so very Mr. Kim, "in the world of business, every transaction must be fair. Equivalent exchange, if you will."

Jungkook narrowed her eyes. "Fair? You stole four extra kisses!"

"Correction," he drawled, tapping her nose lightly. "I collected what I was owed. With interest. Basic economics, love."

Jungkook huffed, squirming beneath him, but he only tightened his hold, trapping her effortlessly.

"And besides," he continued, voice dipping into that dangerously smooth tone, the one he used in meeting room that left entire executives speechless, "you were the one who sealed the letter with a kiss." He leaned in, his lips brushing just barely over hers.

"That's a legally binding agreement, sweetheart."

Jungkook gasped, how Taehyung had twisted her gesture. "It is not!"

"Tsk, tsk, my love. You should know better than that. I'm a businessman. And businessmen always ensure maximum returns."

Jungkook's mouth fell open at his sheer audacity. "Maximum returns?! You make it sound like I'm an investment!"

Taehyung grinned, leaning in close, his breath warm against her lips. "The best one I ever made, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook opened her mouth to argue, but he stole another kiss before she could even think of a rebuttal.

And just like that—

The big bad businessman won again.

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The next day, Mr. and Mrs. Kim strolled leisurely through the grand hallways of the manor, their footsteps soft against the polished marble floors. The manor was a place of history, wealth, and power—every inch of it whispered the legacy of the Jeon family.

Jungkook was dressed in an elegant white gown. She moved beside Taehyung gracfully.

The dress Jungkook wore was nothing short of enchanting. The soft, sheer fabric cascaded down in delicate layers, each embroidered butterfly appearing as if it had landed on her by mistake, drawn to her like a flower in bloom. The off-shoulder design left her collarbones and slender shoulders exposed, the ribbons tied at her arms fluttering with each graceful step she took beside Taehyung.

Taehyung walked beside her, his eyes never leaving her figure. The sunlight streaming through the manor's grand windows kissed her skin, making her glow in a way that had his heart tumbling into a free fall.

Taehyung's sharp gaze, the same one that could dismantle an opponent in a business field with a single glance, was now preoccupied with something far more dangerous—his wife in a dress that was testing every ounce of his restraint.

His wife.

Jungkook was a vision in white, the soft fabric clinging to her with an elegance that made his chest ache. The delicate butterflies embroidered into the dress fluttered with her every step.

She looked like a dream. His dream.

"Take a picture, Mr. Kim. It'll last longer," Jungkook mused, not even sparing him a glance as her delicate fingers trailed along the polished wooden banister.

Taehyung, who had been blatantly staring—gawking—at her, merely smirked.

How could he not? The off-shoulder design of her dress was an open invitation—a cruel temptation crafted by fate itself. And there, resting against the soft, porcelain skin of her shoulder, just above her collarbone, were his marks.

A slow, satisfied smirk curled on his lips. Possessiveness coiled in his chest like a living thing.

"Why would I need a picture, Mrs. Kim?" he drawled, stepping closer, voice dipping into something dangerously smooth as he leaned in just a fraction—just enough to make her skin prickle with awareness.

"I prefer admiring my artwork in real time."

Jungkook stiffened. Her fingers twitched against the railing, her sass faltering for just a second.

"You wear my marks so well," he murmured, lips ghosting the shell of her ear. "Almost like you were made for them."

Jungkook sucked in a breath, her spine going rigid, but she refused to turn and face him. Instead, she tilted her chin, throwing him a side glance over her shoulder, eyes daring and defiant.

Defiant but flustered. A dangerous combination.

"Careful, Mr. Kim," she purred, her lips twitching into a smug little smirk. "Admiring your 'artwork' too much might just make you lose your businessman composure."

Taehyung chuckled, fingers brushing the edge of her bare shoulder as he straightened.

"Mrs. Kim," he murmured, voice dripping with sinful amusement, "who said I ever had any composure when it comes to you?"

Jungkook parted her lips—probably to argue, probably to scold him—but hesitated. Her cheeks, previously untouched by the golden light, were now dusted with a soft pink.

Taehyung smirked.

Mrs Kim had lost this round.

"Absurd," jungkook muttered, finally turning away, but not before he caught the way she clenched her fists slightly at her sides, as if to steady herself.

Taehyung only chuckled. Entirely unbothered. Entirely victorious.

As they roamed through the vast corridors of the manor, Taehyung's phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out, barely sparing a glance before sighing.

Yeonjun.

That brat was always on a mission to test his patience.

Jungkook, beside him, remained blissfully unaware, still admiring the architecture—until Taehyung answered the call.

"What?" Taehyung's voice was clipped but there was a certain fondness beneath the irritation.

"Hyung! I missed you!" Yeonjun's voice rang through the receiver, exaggerated and dramatic as ever. "I was wondering if you'd forgotten about your precious younger brother now that you have a wife."

Taehyung scoffed, picking up his pace as if Yeonjun's words had physically propelled him forward. "What do you want?"

Jungkook had to quicken her small strides to match his longer ones. But as Taehyung got absorbed in his conversation, his steps naturally grew faster. She tried to keep up. She really did.

But soon enough, she slowed—her breath coming out in soft puffs, her tiny steps no match for his.

Jungkook huffed under her breath, slowing her steps as she watched Taehyung stride ahead, completely unaware of her struggle. She pouted, rolling her eyes.

"Unbelievable," she muttered, dragging her feet lazily now, making no effort to match his pace.

And then, purely by accident, her gaze dipped lower.

A mistake. A big one.

Because now she was stuck staring at the view.

Taehyung's back was already a masterpiece, his broad shoulders stretching his crisp white dress shirt perfectly, the sharp cut of his vest emphasizing the lean, sculpted form beneath. But her gaze didn't linger there.

No. Her shameless eyes dropped lower.

His slacks fit too well. And by too well, she meant sinfully. The way they hugged his hips, the way the fabric stretched slightly as he walked, outlining the undeniable roundness—

Jungkook blinked.

A slow, horrifying realization crept in as she felt the heat bloom across her face. Because she wasn't just looking—no, she was blatantly ogling.

Her hands flew to her face as she gasped, snapping her gaze up to the ceiling like she had just been caught committing a crime. Which, in a way, she had—because she was supposed to be annoyed with him for leaving her behind, not appreciating how criminally well his slacks fit.

Jungkook swallowed, eyes still glued to the sight in front of her as if they had developed a mind of their own.

Meanwhile, Taehyung—completely unaware of his wife's internal breakdown—was still occupied with Yeonjun.

"You're ignoring me, aren't you?" Yeonjun whined.

"I'm on my vacation, you idiot."

"Vacation? Hyung, you're literally at home. How is that a vacation?"

"It is when you're married," Taehyung deadpanned.

Yeonjun snickered. "Ohhh, so you are obsessed with her."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, his patience thinning. "I'm hanging up."

"Wait, wait! At least tell me—"

Taehyung pocketed his phone and exhaled, finally turning toward his wife—only to find her standing a few steps behind him, motionless.

"Mrs. Kim," he called, brows knitting together.

Jungkook jolted as if caught doing something she shouldn't. Her wide eyes snapped up to his, cheeks flushing a telltale shade of pink.

"W-what?" she stammered, voice a little too high, a little too guilty.

Taehyung tilted his head, eyeing her curiously. "Why'd you stop?"

Jungkook opened her mouth, but no coherent excuse came to mind. Absolutely nothing. Because saying I was checking out my husband's ass was not an option.

Instead, she cleared her throat and waved a hand vaguely at the walls. "I—I was just admiring the architecture."

Taehyung blinked. Then, he glanced around, unimpressed. "The same walls you've been walking past for an hour?"

Jungkook forced a nod, determined to stick to her story. "Yup. Very... intricate. Lots of details."

Taehyung stared at her for a long second before shrugging. "Alright," he said, turning back around.

Jungkook nearly collapsed in relief. Thank God he's oblivious.

They continued walking. Jungkook tried. She really did. But the more she stared, the worse it got. Her hands twitched at her sides, her fingers curling and uncurling as a dangerous thought formed in her mind.

I wonder how it feels...

Taehyung was still distracted by his phone, he had his brows furrowed as he scrolled through an endless flood of messages. Yeonjun was relentless.

Yeonjun: Brother, I miss you 😔💔
Yeonjun: Brother, are you ignoring me?

Yeonjun: Brother, you're so mean, what if I cry? 😭

Yeonjun: BROTHER, ANSWER ME OR I'LL TELL SIL YOU SLEEP TALK ABOUT HER

Taehyung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This kid...

Meanwhile, Jungkook smirked, her eyes flickering between Taehyung's broad back and the perfect, sinful curve below. The universe was practically begging her to do it.

This was her chance. Her once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. With an evil little grin curling on her lips, she lifted her hand, hesitating for just a second.

And then—

SMACK!

The sharp sound of palm meeting fabric echoed through the hallway.

Taehyung froze.

Jungkook froze.

The manor itself seemed to freeze.

For a moment, time stopped.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat, his entire body going rigid as his phone nearly slipped from his fingers. The force behind the smack was not light. No, his wife had meant that.

Slowly—very slowly—his head turned, dark eyes glinting with something unreadable as he stared at the guilty culprit.

Jungkook was now completely flustered. Her face burned a furious shade of red as her hands shot behind her back, as if that would somehow erase the evidence.

"I— I didn't— I mean—MOSQUITO" She choked on her words, panic settling in as Taehyung took a single step toward her.

"Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook gulped. Her breath hitched as Taehyung took a step forward. She instinctively took a step back.

Then another. And another.

But for every step she took, Taehyung matched it, his movements slow and entirely predatory.

"Running somewhere, Mrs. Kim?" His voice was silky smooth, but beneath it was a quiet warning. A promise.

Jungkook's heart pounded as she shook her head quickly, hands still hidden behind her back like a guilty child caught in the act.

"I— I wasn't running," she stammered, cheeks burning. "I was just... exercising!"

Taehyung's brow arched. "Exercising?"

"Y-Yes!" she nodded too fast. "Walking backward! It's... it's good for balance!"

Taehyung let out a quiet hum, but his gaze remained locked onto her with an intensity that made her knees weak.

"Oh?" he mused, taking another slow step forward. "And smacking me was part of your... exercise routine?"

Jungkook squeaked.

"That was— That was an accident!" she blurted out, her hands flailing slightly before she remembered she was supposed to keep them hidden.

Taehyung tilted his head, his tongue running over his lower lip as if amused.

"An accident?" he echoed, his voice dropping an octave.

Jungkook nodded rapidly. "Yes! My hand just— just slipped!"

Taehyung tsked, closing the distance between them effortlessly.

"Slipped?" he repeated, dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "What an unfortunate little hand you have, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook's back suddenly hit the something behind her. She gulped as the cool wood of the candle table pressed against her back, her escape completely cut off.

"Wait, wait, let's be reasonable—" Jungkook started, but her words died when Taehyung leaned in, one hand braced against the table beside her while the other reached out lazily—too lazily. His fingers found the ribbon tied around her waist, and tugged at it teasingly.

Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath.

"Tell me, Mrs. Kim," Taehyung murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "Since when did your hands develop such bold little habits?"

Jungkook clenched her fists, now properly hidden behind her, refusing to meet his gaze. "It was nothing!" she insisted, her voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing. "You—you were walking too fast! I was just trying to—"

"To what, exactly?" Taehyung cut in smoothly, his lips hovering just above hers, his warm breath ghosting over her skin. "Appreciate the view?"

Jungkook's eyes widened. Her face ignited.

Taehyung knew.

"You— You—" she sputtered, flustered beyond belief.

"Hmm?" Taehyung hummed, eyes glinting as he leaned in even closer, his lips now just a breath away from her ear.

"Go on, love," he coaxed. "Finish your sentence."

But how could she? Her brain had officially short-circuited. She could still feel the lingering heat of his fingers against her waist where he had played with the ribbon, the closeness of his body caging her in so effortlessly.

"I—I wasn't—" she stammered, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

Taehyung tilted his head, lips brushing—just barely—against the shell of her ear. "Weren't what?"

Jungkook's entire body burned, her ears ringing with mortification.

"It—it looked soft!" she blurted before she could stop herself, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips.

Taehyung froze. Then, in the next second, He threw his head back and laughed. A deep, rich, genuine laugh.

Jungkook gaped at him, stunned. And then—horrified because she just admitted it. She just admitted to staring at his ass.

Her hands shot up to cover her face. "Forget I said that! Forget it right now!"

Taehyung only chuckled, his voice full of wicked amusement as he reached out and gently pried her hands away.

"Forget?" he mused, tilting her chin up with two fingers so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

His dark eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Oh, Mrs. Kim," he drawled, his smirk slow and knowing. "How could I possibly forget something so... delightful?"

Jungkook's mind raced as she desperately tried to salvage whatever dignity she had left. Taehyung's teasing smirk, his knowing gaze, the way he had repeated her words like a death sentence—oh, she needed to escape.

Her eyes darted around, searching for a distraction. Anything.

"Mr. Kim! Look! Arathorn!" she gasped, pointing behind him with an urgency that could have fooled even the sharpest of minds.

Taehyung, who had been thoroughly enjoying her flustered state, instinctively turned his head, brows furrowing.

It was all the opportunity Jungkook needed.

Like a rabbit escaping a fox, she bolted.

"Jungkook—" Taehyung turned back, realization dawning a second too late.

She was already gone.

Jungkook ran. She lifted her dress slightly, her small feet padding against the polished floor as she weaved through the hallway like a guilty thief.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—" her mind screamed.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her breath uneven as she sprinted through the manor, her sole mission to get away from that evil, wicked smirking Mr. Kim.

Taehyung, however, merely sighed, amusement curling at his lips as he rolled his shoulders.

"Running, are we?" he murmured to himself, brushing invisible dust off his cuff.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Alright then, Mrs. Kim," he mused, already turning to follow after her. "Run as much as you like."

Jungkook ran, her breath came in hurried puffs, her dress billowing behind her like the wings of a butterfly as she sprinted through the long corridors of the manor. The sheer white fabric danced in the air, ribbons tied at her arms fluttering like they had a life of their own.

She risked a glance behind her—bad idea.

Taehyung was there.

No, no, no. Can't let him catch me!

So she ran faster. She turned a sharp corner, nearly skidding, her feet barely keeping up with her momentum. The grand chandeliers above cast a golden glow, the marble floors gleaming beneath her hurried steps.

"Running away after committing a crime, Mrs. Kim?" Taehyung's deep voice echoed behind her, smooth and teasing.

Jungkook squeaked. She didn't dare look back this time. Instead, she rushed past the grand dining hall, her hands clutching her dress as she tried to avoid tripping over the long hem.

Jungkook turned another corner—only to gasp when she nearly collided into a table with an expensive vase sitting on top. She barely managed to stop in time, her arms flailing as she balanced herself.

That split-second delay was all Taehyung needed. In the next moment, she squeaked as strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

Jungkook froze. The chase had ended.

Jungkook's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to recover from the chase. But it was useless. Taehyung was right behind her, his body pressed against her back, his hands firm on the polished wooden table in front of them, caging her in.

She was trapped.

Like a tiny rabbit caught in the clutches of a cunning wolf.

Her palms pressed against the surface for support, her small frame bending slightly forward, the hem of her flowing gown still swaying from her sudden halt. Stray strands of her dark hair clung to her flushed cheeks, her lips parted as she struggled to steady herself.

Behind her, Taehyung was no better. His broad shoulders rose and fell with each breath, his warm exhale ghosting against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. His grip tightened on the table's edge, his body leaning slightly forward—just enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

"Got you," he whispered, his voice deep, husky from exertion.

Jungkook swallowed, her fingers twitching against the wooden surface. "Let me go," she muttered, though even to her own ears, it sounded weak, unsure.

Taehyung chuckled, his lips barely an inch away from her ear. "Oh, Mrs. Kim," he murmured. "You ran all this way, only to end up right where you belong."

Jungkook let out a frustrated huff, her burning cheeks betraying her. Her legs felt weak, not just from running, but from the way his presence enveloped her, making escape feel less and less like an option.

The only sound in the dim hallway was their heavy breathing, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows along the walls, making everything feel impossibly intimate.

Taehyung leaned in slightly, his fingers lifting from the table just long enough to brush against her wrist.

"Tell me," he murmured, "are you out of breath because you ran too much or because of me?"

Jungkook shut her eyes tight. "You—you're so full of yourself, Mr. Kim,"

Taehyung only smirked, shifting his hands to rest lightly on either side of her waist, thumbs grazing the fabric of her dress. "And you," he mused, tilting his head slightly.

Jungkook bit her lip, knowing she had lost—not just the chase, but to the way her body betrayed her. The rapid heartbeat, the warmth pooling in her cheeks, the way she didn't push him away.

Taehyung admired her in the golden candlelight—the way her lashes fluttered against her pink cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly, the way the soft ribbons of her dress trembled along with her tiny frame.

She was the very picture of elegance, and yet—so delicate in his grasp, her vulnerability entrancing.

"Are you going to run again?" he whispered.

Jungkook slowly, shakily shook her head.

Taehyung chuckled lowly. "Good."

Her breath stuttered. Her toes curled slightly, her hands gripping his wrist lightly, her heart a chaotic mess in her chest. The wolf had caught his rabbit.

And the rabbit? Completely at his mercy.

Jungkook squeaked. One second, she was standing there, trapped in his arms like a shy little rabbit, and the next—her feet weren't touching the ground anymore.

"M-Mr. Kim!" she gasped, her tiny hands flailing as Taehyung effortlessly hoisted her up, throwing her over his broad shoulder like she weighed nothing at all. Like a sack of flour.

Her dress fluttered wildly as she dangled, her tiny fists pounding weakly against his back. "Put me down!"

Taehyung adjusted his grip, making sure she was secure. His large hand rested on the back of her thigh, keeping her stable, while he began walking through the manor halls—toward the bedroom.

Jungkook's heartbeat skyrocketed as she realized his direction, her stomach twisting in flustered panic. "W-we can talk about this!"

Taehyung adjusted her weight slightly, his strong arms flexing. "Oh, we will, Mrs. Kim," he murmured, voice smooth, teasing. "Very thoroughly on the bed."

Jungkook whimpered, her entire body heating up.

Her dignity! Her shyness!

Everything was crumbling in the hands of one dangerously smug man.

"M-Mr. Kim—"

"Shh," Taehyung interrupted smoothly, his grip on her tightening as he reached the bedroom door. "Save your breath, love. You'll need it."

Her eyes widened. But before she could protest, he pushed the door open with his foot, stepped inside, and the door locked behind them.

Jungkook barely had a moment to catch her breath before she felt herself being lowered onto the bed. The soft mattress dipped beneath her weight, and Taehyung's firm hands were gone in the next second.

Jungkook blinked up at him, her breath uneven as she tried to process what just happened. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Mr Ki—Tae" Jungkook stammered, attempting to butter him up, her voice laced with false sweetness.

The husband hummed, lazily rolling his sleeves up, the slow pace sending a wave of anticipation through her.

Jungkook's eyes flickered to his forearms. She bit her lip, looking away instantly, but Taehyung caught it. His smirk deepened.

The innocent wife swallowed hard, watching as the husband straightened, his fingers already working on the buttons of his vest.

Jungkook felt like a tiny rabbit caught in a very dangerous trap.

Instinctively, she slid back, inch by inch, her hands gripping the soft fabric of the bedsheets as her legs tucked beneath her.

Taehyung's gaze flickered to her movement. His lips curled into a knowing smirk. Jungkook's heart stuttered.

Taehyung let his vest slide off his shoulders, tossing it carelessly onto the nearby chair. His hands then moved to the first button of his shirt. Jungkook's breath hitched as her back met the headboard, her small frame pressing against the carved wood as if it could somehow make her disappear.

But there was no escaping now—not with Taehyung standing at the foot of the bed, sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the smooth expanse of his collarbones.

His dark eyes gleamed with quiet amusement as he took in her state—wide, nervous eyes, lips parted slightly, hands fisted in the sheets.

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Taehyung took his time. He didn't lunge, didn't rush. Instead, he moved forward with slow steps. Jungkook's toes curled beneath the folds of her dress. His smirk deepened.

"Where are you looking, Mrs. Kim?" he murmured, tilting his head. "I thought you were so bold earlier. What happened to that cheeky little smirk, hmm?"

Jungkook's face burned.

Taehyung finally reached the edge of the bed, leaning forward slightly, his hands bracing against the mattress. Jungkook shrank further against the headboard, feeling entirely too small beneath his gaze.

"You ran all over the manor," Taehyung mused, voice low and teasing. "You even had the nerve to—" He paused, eyes darkening slightly as he recalled her earlier crime. "Smack me."

Jungkook bit her lip. Oh no.

"A-And?" she attempted, trying to regain some of her earlier sass, but her voice came out tiny—not at all as defiant as she wanted.

Taehyung exhaled a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "And now, Mrs. Kim, it's time to face the consequences."

Jungkook's heart leaped into her throat. She pressed herself further against the headboard, hands gripping the sheets as Taehyung slowly climbed onto the bed.

One knee sank into the mattress, then the other, his broad frame inching closer and closer until there was nowhere left for her to escape.

"C-Consequences?" she squeaked, eyes flickering between his face and the fingers that were now undoing the leather strap of his watch.

Taehyung hummed. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with that, did you, Mrs. Kim?"

Jungkook's lips parted, her cheeks heating at the way he said her name—so smooth, so rich, like he was tasting every syllable.

"I-I was just—"

"Just?"

Jungkook clamped her mouth shut.

Taehyung smirked, pleased with her sudden silence. His hands found the headboard, caging her in completely. Jungkook had nowhere to go, her small frame dwarfed beneath him, her breath shallow as she peered up at him through thick lashes.

She looked so pretty like this—flushed, flustered, completely at his mercy.

His little rabbit.

"M-Mr. Kim..." Jungkook mumbled, voice no louder than a breath.

Taehyung's eyes darkened at the way she said his name.

"Too late for that now, Mrs. Kim," he murmured.

And then—he leaned in closer.

"Should I smack you too, huh?"

Jungkook gasped, her hands shooting up to press against Taehyung's chest, as if that would actually stop him. Her wide, doe eyes blinked up at him, lips parting in shock.

"W-What?" she stammered.

Taehyung tilted his head, his gaze hooded as he let the question sink in. "You smacked me so boldly, Mrs. Kim," he mused, his tone teasing yet deep enough to make her shiver.

"Should I return the favor, hmm?"

Jungkook immediately grabbed his wrists, shaking her head frantically. "Let's just forget it happened, okay?"

Taehyung hummed, pretending to consider it. Then, in a swift move, he pulled her forward by the waist, making her squeak. "Hmm... No, I think you should be reminded not to touch things that don't belong to you, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook's breath hitched, her hands trembling as they rested against his shoulders. "I-It was just a joke..."

Taehyung smirked. "A joke?"

"Y-Yeah..."

He leaned in, voice dipping into something dangerously smooth. "Then laugh, Mrs. Kim."

"Ha. Ha. Ha." that made him raise a brow. Jungkook let out the most obviously fake laugh Taehyung had ever heard. A stiff, robotic one.

"That wasn't convincing at all, Mrs. Kim," Taehyung mused, fingers still resting on her waist, trapping her in place.

Jungkook's mind worked over time. Her hands began to trail over Taehyung's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

Distraction. She needed a distraction.

Taehyung stilled. His gaze flickered down to where her small hands roamed over his chest, fingers pressing tentatively against the firm muscle beneath the fabric.

"Oh wow, Mr. Kim," Jungkook blurted out, widening her eyes dramatically. "Your shirt is really soft! Is this silk? Or maybe some ultra-expensive, rare fabric that only rich people know about?"

Taehyung narrowed his eyes slightly, but amusement flickered in them.

Jungkook, in full panic mode, did the only thing she could think of. She kept talking.

"Y-you know, Mr. Kim, I read somewhere that silk shirts are actually really breathable," she rambled, her voice an octave higher than usual. "Which is great, right? Because, you know, with all the...um...business deals and—uh—corporate stress."

Taehyung didn't move. He just watched her, eyes half-lidded, lips curled into the laziest, most infuriating smirk she'd ever seen.

Jungkook swallowed. His silence was dangerous.

"So, uh, do you have a tailor? Or do you—" she hesitated, her hands still weakly gripping his shirt, "—just buy them off the rack? No, wait, of course not, you're too— I mean, you wouldn't just—"

"Jungkook."

She shut up instantly.

Taehyung tilted his head slightly, watching her with a mix of amusement and something darker. "Are you done?"

Jungkook licked her lips, blinking up at him. "Depends... did it work?"

Taehyung hummed, fingers tracing slow, idle circles against her wrist. "Do I look distracted?"

Jungkook squirmed. "Maybe a little?"

His smirk deepened. "Wrong answer, Mrs. Kim."

Nevertheless, Jungkook didn't stop. She kept her hands moving, poking at random spots. "You must work out a lot. Your chest is really firm. Oh! Wait—do you do those push-up things? Or do you just wake up handsome and strong automatically?"

Taehyung's lips twitched.

Jungkook kept going. "Or maybe you just have naturally good genes? Oh no—what if our future kids inherit my clumsiness instead your handsomeness? They'd be adorable but we might need to bubble-wrap the entire house!"

At that, Taehyung lost it.

A deep, hearty laugh burst out of him—loud, rich and uncontrollable. He threw his head back, genuine amusement shaking his entire frame.

Jungkook blinked up at him, slightly stunned by the beautiful sight. He looked so happy. His sharp, intimidating features softened completely, his usual composed self crumbling as he chuckled uncontrollably.

And then—he cooed.

"Look at my tiny wife, working so hard to distract me. So cute."

Jungkook's cheeks burned. "I-I was not distracting you!" she sputtered, pushing at his chest.

Taehyung only grinned wider. "Oh? So you were just complimenting my chest and planning for our future kids for no reason?"

Jungkook gasped, mortified. "Forget I said anything!"

Taehyung only laughed harder. "Too late, Mrs. Kim. Too late."

Taehyung couldn't help it. His laughter didn't stop, even as he buried his face in Jungkook's shoulder, his broad frame shaking from amusement. Her scent—soft and sweet—filled his lungs, and his arms tightened around her, as if he never wanted to let go.

"You look so adorable when you're flustered," he whispered, his deep voice warm and affectionate. "All pouty and whiny... trying to distract me with your nonsense..."

Jungkook, still trapped between him and the headboard, huffed loudly. Her cheeks were burning, her lips forming a deep pout.

"I wasn't flustered!" she whined, wriggling slightly in his hold. "And it wasn't nonsense! I was just... making conversation!"

Taehyung chuckled, his lips trailing up, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her pouting lips. "Mhm, sure, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook huffed harder. Her hands pushed weakly at his chest but Taehyung didn't budge—if anything, he only caged her further, pressing his forehead to hers with a fond smile.

Jungkook finally gave up. Her tiny hands clutched his shirt as she buried herself into his chest, seeking refuge from his teasing. His warmth, his scent—everything about him wrapped around her like a protective cocoon.

"You're so mean..." she mumbled against him, voice muffled as she tried to disappear into his embrace.

Taehyung, feeling the way she melted against him, let out a soft chuckle. His arms circled around her waist, effortlessly pulling her even closer.

"Mean?" he mused, his deep voice laced with amusement. "Yet you're the one hiding in me, hmm?"

Jungkook only snuggled deeper, refusing to acknowledge his words. Taehyung sighed but the fond smile on his lips betrayed him. His chin rested atop her head, one hand slowly trailing up and down her back, comforting and protective.

"I should tease you more often if this is how you react."

Jungkook nudged him weakly, her pout still present but she didn't let go or move. She just wanted to stay like this.

And Taehyung? He let her.

Because if his wife wanted to bury herself in him, to merge into his warmth, then that's exactly where she belonged.
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I see pookies haven't gave me ideas. Should I skip these dreamy seven days hmmmmm????

Because in future, there will be lots of angst in this book.