"Cheer up, baby," Taehyung cooed softly, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It's your day to shine. Don't be nervous, okay? Everything will be fine, hm?"

Jungkook looked up at him, her lips forming a small pout that made her seem impossibly cute despite the nerves. She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh, as if hoping his presence alone could ease the knot of anxiety in her chest.

Taehyung chuckled at her adorable gesture, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. "Aigoo, my baby bunny needs some extra comfort today, huh?" he teased lightly.

Without waiting for her response, he scooped her up effortlessly and placed her on his lap. Jungkook let out a surprised squeak before snuggling into his chest, burying her face against the warm crook of his neck. His strong hand moved soothingly along her back, the rhythmic motion calming her racing thoughts.

Jungkook closed her eyes and let out a soft hum, seeking comfort in the familiar scent of his cologne. Unable to help herself, she began to pepper soft kisses on his neck, her lips lingering on his skin. She nibbled gently, her way of grounding herself in the moment.

Taehyung laughed softly, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating against her. "Are you trying to mark me as your emotional support?" he teased, gently pulling her face away from his neck.

Jungkook's cheeks burned crimson as she looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide with embarrassment. "I-I was just... calming myself," she mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze.

Taehyung smirked, cupping her flushed cheeks in his large hands. His thumbs traced gentle circles on her skin as he stared at her with nothing but adoration. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that?" he murmured. "But listen, my love—you've worked so hard for this moment. No one deserves this success more than you. So, hold that beautiful head of yours high and show the world just how amazing you are."

Jungkook's lips curved into a small, shy smile as his words began to soothe the lingering doubts in her mind. She nodded, resting her forehead against his as she whispered, "Thank you, Tae... for everything."

"Always, baby," he whispered back, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Now, finish your pancakes, or you'll be late for your big day." Jungkook flashed her signature bunny smile, her eyes crinkling adorably as she gobbled up the remaining pancake that Taehyung playfully fed her. He smiled fondly, his free hand stroking her hair and waist soothingly, as if trying to infuse her with calm confidence for the big day ahead.

Once breakfast was done, the two made their way upstairs. Jungkook disappeared into the bathroom to change, leaving Taehyung lounging on the bed, a mix of excitement and pride bubbling in his chest.

When the bathroom door opened, Taehyung's breath hitched. There stood Jungkook, her petite figure clad in a tailored suit that screamed confidence and elegance. She was the perfect blend of cute and commanding, her doe eyes framed by her soft features but her posture exuding professionalism.

Taehyung felt his throat tighten as tears pricked the edges of his eyes. His dream—one he had nurtured quietly in his heart—was standing right in front of him. He had imagined this day so many times, seeing his wife achieving what she truly deserved. But even in his wildest dreams, he hadn't expected it to arrive this soon.

Jungkook, completely absorbed in her file, didn't notice her husband's emotional state. She paced the room, scanning the documents with laser focus, muttering softly to herself as she double-checked every last detail. Her professionalism, her dedication—it was mesmerizing.

"God," Taehyung whispered to himself, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye. "How did I get so lucky?"

Jungkook finally looked up, catching Taehyung staring at her with an intensity that made her pause. She tilted her head in confusion, her bunny teeth peeking out as she smiled shyly. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Taehyung's expression softened further, his lips curling into a fond smile. He looked at her with a proud, almost maternal gaze that made her blink in surprise. "Nothing," he replied, his voice warm and gentle, "you look like my dream."

The words hit her like a warm wave, and her eyes widened slightly as she recognized them. It was what she had said to him all those years ago when she had first seen him in his lawyer's uniform, radiating confidence and charm.

Jungkook chuckled, the sound light and musical, as she stuffed the file into her bag and placed it neatly on the table. Turning back to him, she smiled softly and said, "My dream took flight along with yours, Tae. And today, that flight is going to land."

Her words carried a depth that mirrored the journey they had been on together—every struggle, every victory, every tear and laugh shared. Taehyung's chest swelled with pride, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears as he reached out and cradled her face gently in his hands.

"Then let's make sure it's the smoothest landing ever, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You've worked so hard for this, Jungkook. You deserve it all."

Jungkook leaned into his touch, her own eyes misting as she looked up at him. "And I wouldn't have been able to do it without you," she replied softly.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in the quiet strength of their bond, before Jungkook broke the silence with a playful nudge. "Alright, Mr. Kim, let's go before I start crying and ruin my makeup. You promised you'd drive me!"

Taehyung chuckled, swiping a thumb across her cheek before stepping back and grabbing her hand. "Yes, ma'am. Let's go win the world together."

Hand in hand, they headed out, ready to conquer whatever lay ahead.

In the courtroom, Jungkook listened carefully to the opposing lawyer, her sharp eyes following every word they said. A confident smirk slowly appeared on her lips, and she absentmindedly moved her lips as if chewing gum—a habit she had picked up from Taehyung whenever he felt confident.

She placed the papers on the table with a calm and steady motion, the sound briefly interrupting the opponent's flow. Jungkook leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs gracefully, her posture relaxed but full of authority.

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Her silent confidence drew all eyes to her, making people whisper among themselves. She didn't seem to care, sitting there as if she owned the courtroom.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Taehyung sitting in the gallery, his proud gaze fixed on her. His support made her heart flutter, but she kept her focus. There would be time for emotions later.

The opposing lawyer continued speaking, unaware of how Jungkook was already preparing to break down their arguments. She was in her element, ready to turn the courtroom into her stage and prove why she belonged there.

"Mrs. Kim, your turn," the clerk announced firmly, the sound echoing in the tense courtroom.

Jungkook rose from her seat with a calm yet commanding presence, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she moved. Confidence radiated from her with every step, her tailored suit perfectly hugging her form, highlighting the authority she carried.

The courtroom was silent except for the rustling of papers and the tapping of pens on desks. Jungkook stood tall, her posture confident as the judge gestured for the lawyers to proceed with their arguments. She adjusted her blazer, smoothing it out before stepping forward, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

Across from her, Mr. Han, the opposing lawyer, wore a smug smile as he stood, addressing the court first.

"Your Honor, the defendant—Mrs. Kim's client—has no solid evidence to support their claims. In fact, their entire argument is built on circumstantial details that don't hold up under scrutiny. Mrs. Kim," he paused, his smile widening as he turned to face her, "if you plan to win this case, you'll need more than theatrics and a clever tongue."

A soft murmur rippled through the spectators, but Jungkook's face remained calm, her lips twitching upward in the slightest smirk. She tilted her head, her voice steady as she responded, "Theatrics, Mr. Han? That's quite the critique from someone whose opening statement could win an award. Let's focus on the facts instead, shall we?"

The judge's gavel tapped lightly, signaling the room to quiet down. Mr. Han's smirk faded slightly, but he continued with his attack.

"Very well," he said, pacing slightly. "The case is straightforward. The plaintiff, Mrs. Kim's client, claims wrongful termination. Yet, the records show a pattern of repeated negligence on their part. Perhaps Mrs. Kim would like to explain why this supposed 'model employee' was unable to meet basic job expectations?"

Jungkook raised her eyebrows, looking unimpressed as she leaned forward, resting her hands lightly on the table in front of her. "Of course, Your Honor," she began, her voice cool and sharp. "What Mr. Han fails to mention is that this so-called 'negligence' only started after my client reported unethical practices within the company. Isn't it interesting how their performance suddenly declined after they chose to speak up?"

Her words caused a stir in the courtroom, the spectators leaning in closer. Mr. Han, caught off guard, narrowed his eyes.

"Unethical practices?" he scoffed. "Let's not make baseless accusations in this courtroom, Mrs. Kim. Do you have any proof to back up such a claim, or are you hoping to sway the court with hearsay?"

Jungkook's smirk widened, and she straightened, reaching for a stack of neatly arranged documents on her table. She held up a piece of paper and gestured for the clerk to deliver it to the judge.

"Proof, Mr. Han?" she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "I'd hardly call this hearsay. This is an internal memo, sent directly by your client, instructing employees to falsify safety reports to meet targets. My client refused to participate in these illegal practices, and within a week, they were mysteriously deemed 'incompetent' and fired. Convenient timing, don't you think?"

The judge adjusted his glasses, reading through the memo as the room buzzed with whispers. Mr. Han's composure faltered for a brief moment before he cleared his throat.

"Even if this memo were genuine," he countered, "it doesn't change the fact that your client's performance was subpar. The company was well within its rights to take action."

Jungkook's gaze hardened, and she took a step forward, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Subpar? Or inconvenient? My client was fired because they refused to endanger lives by falsifying reports. Let me remind you, Mr. Han, manipulating safety data isn't just unethical—it's illegal. Shall we discuss the penalties for that, or will your client prefer to settle out of court?"

The tension in the room reached a boiling point as spectators whispered furiously among themselves. Mr. Han opened his mouth, then closed it, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Your Honor," Jungkook continued, turning to address the judge directly, "this case isn't just about wrongful termination. It's about a company punishing an employee for doing the right thing. My client chose integrity over convenience, and now they're being made to pay for it."

The judge leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He looked down at the memo in his hands, then at the opposing lawyer.

"Do you have anything to counter this evidence, Mr. Han?" the judge asked.

Mr. Han hesitated, visibly flustered as he fumbled with the papers on his desk. "We will need time to review the authenticity of this memo, Your Honor."

Jungkook didn't bother to hide the victorious smirk that tugged at her lips. She returned to her seat, adjusting her blazer as the judge adjourned the session for further review.

The courtroom was engulfed in an uneasy silence as everyone waited for the judge to deliver the final verdict. The air was heavy, the tension palpable as Jungkook sat with a calm yet unwavering demeanor, her eyes fixed on the judge. The opposing side shifted uncomfortably, their earlier confidence now replaced with visible anxiety.

The judge adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat, breaking the stillness. His voice, firm and authoritative, filled the room.

"After careful consideration of the evidence presented and the arguments made, this court finds the defendants guilty of wrongful termination, illegal practices, and falsification of safety reports."

A collective gasp echoed through the room, followed by a few hushed murmurs. Jungkook remained composed, though her lips curved into a subtle smile, a quiet triumph radiating from her.

"The defendants are hereby ordered to pay a heavy penalty for damages amounting to 5 million won, and a six-year jail sentence is imposed on the individuals responsible for the falsification and misconduct."

Jungkook's gaze flickered toward the opposing side, where Mr. Han's face had turned pale, and the defendants sat in stunned silence. For a moment, they looked as though the ground had shifted beneath them.

The judge banged his gavel, signaling the end of the session. "Court is adjourned."

"Taetae? Where are we going?" Jungkook asked, her voice laced with curiosity as she stumbled slightly, trying to keep up with Taehyung's long strides. Her hand was clasped tightly in his, his grip firm yet gentle.

Taehyung only giggled in response, his deep chuckle sending a wave of warmth through her. "You'll see, baby. Just trust me," he teased, glancing back at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jungkook pouted, her lips forming a slight frown. "I do trust you, but you're not telling me anything, Taehyung," she whined softly, trying to tug her hand free.

He stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway, just before they reached the court's grand exit. Without a word, he turned toward her and gently placed his large hands over her eyes, completely blocking her view. "Taehyung! What are you doing?!" Jungkook exclaimed, laughing nervously as he leaned closer.

"Shhh, just go along with it," he whispered into her ear, his voice low and playful. "No peeking, okay?"

Jungkook sighed, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Fine, but if I trip, I'm suing you." Taehyung laughed again, a bright, carefree sound. "Duly noted, Mrs. Kim. Now, move your cute little feet." Guiding her carefully, he led her through the heavy courthouse doors. Jungkook could feel the warm sun on her skin, the sounds of murmuring voices and distant cars filling the air around them.

"Okay, ready?" he asked, his hands still covering her eyes. "Taehyung, I've been ready! Just tell me what's going on," she huffed, her cheeks puffing slightly in protest.

He smiled against her hair, then slowly removed his hands, revealing the scene before them. Jungkook blinked against the sudden brightness, her eyes adjusting before she gasped. Outside the courthouse stood a group of his colleagues and friends, holding congratulatory banners and flowers, their faces lit up with joy and pride. A large sign read, "Congratulations, Jungkook Kim! Justice Served!"

It wasn't just any victory—it was Jungkook's first case. Fresh out of law school, she had entered the courtroom as a rookie, carrying the weight of expectations and her own nervous excitement. Yet, when the moment came, she stood tall, brimming with confidence, her arguments sharp and precise.

Taehyung had watched her in awe as she skillfully dismantled the opposition's points, her voice unwavering, her demeanor calm but assertive. With every point she made, it was clear to everyone in the room that this "newbie" was no ordinary lawyer. She wasn't just trying to win a case—she was making her mark.

And she did. The judge's decision had been in her favor, her victory sealed with a heavy penalty and jail time for the culprits. It was more than just a win; it was a statement. Jungkook Kim was here to stay.

Now, standing outside the courthouse, Jungkook's heart swelled with pride, but also with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Her fingers tightened around Taehyung's as she looked back at the crowd cheering for her, then back at the man who had been her anchor through it all.

"You planned all this for me?" she asked, her voice soft, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Taehyung leaned in closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Of course. Today is the first of many victories, Jungkook. I just wanted you to feel how special it is, how special you are."

Jungkook's lips curled into a smile, her bunny teeth peeking through as she blinked away her tears. "Taehyung, you're going to spoil me," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Baby, spoiling you is my full-time job," he replied with a chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

The crowd erupted into cheers and claps, breaking the tender moment. Jungkook turned back to face her friends and colleagues, her confidence shining brighter than ever.

Her first case had been a resounding success, and with Taehyung by her side, she knew it was only the beginning of her journey. Jungkook bowed respectfully to the senior lawyer waiting for her near the courthouse entrance—one of Taehyung's close friends. Her face lit up when she saw the balloons and a bouquet in his hands. With a bright smile, she gently accepted the flowers, her eyes immediately catching the delicate white lilies nestled in the arrangement.

Her expression softened with surprise and delight. "Lilies! My favorite! Thank you so much, Mr. Kim!" she squealed, bouncing slightly on her toes in excitement.

Seo-Joon chuckled warmly, shaking his head as he reached out to ruffle her hair. "It's been four years, Jungkook. I told you a hundred times to call me by my name. But no, this stubborn bunny doesn't listen. Always commanding, aren't you?"

Jungkook giggled, scrunching her nose playfully as she stuck her tongue out at him. She then turned toward Taehyung, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Taetae, save me! He's bullying me again!"

Taehyung grinned, sliding his arm securely around Jungkook's waist and pulling her closer. "She's not stubborn, Seo-Joon. She's just... selective," he teased with a knowing smirk before leaning down to place a soft kiss on Jungkook's temple. "Don't worry, I'll take this 'commander' home before she takes over the courthouse too."

Seo-Joon crossed his arms dramatically, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, take her, or else we'll all be out of jobs soon. She's making us look bad." Jungkook puffed her cheeks in an adorable pout, narrowing her eyes at him, sticking out her tongue.

Seo-Joon, playing along, threw a mock punch in her direction, the gesture exaggerated and harmless. Jungkook squeaked in surprise and immediately .. ducked behind Taehyung, her tiny figure peeking out cautiously from behind his broad back.

"Wait and watch, Mr. Kim!" she said, smirking triumphantly. "Soon, your duty will be in my house, cooking for us. And trust me, I'll be a tough critic." Seo-Joon barked a laugh, clapping his hands. "Cooking for you? Please, Commander Jungkook, spare me!"

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head as he rubbed soothing circles on Jungkook's back. "Looks like you've officially terrified him, baby," he said with a playful glint in his eye.

Jungkook peeked up at Seo-Joon again, her nose scrunched mischievously. "Good. Fear me, Mr. Kim!"

"Ms. Workaholic, would you mind if you gave some attention to this peasant?" Taehyung's voice was playful but tinged with a hint of impatience, and when Jungkook looked up from her laptop, she was met with the sight of her pouty husband-arms crossed over his chest, his brows furrowed just enough to make him look like a disgruntled child. But, of course, he looked adorably fluffy, despite the intensity in his expression.

Jungkook couldn't help but giggle, her eyes softening as she glanced up at him. "Just two minutes, then I'm all yours," she promised, her tone light and teasing, but Taehyung wasn't having any of it.He rolled his eyes dramatically, crossing his arms more firmly, "You are already mine, baby," he grumbled, his voice muffled by a playful pout, *I just need to steal you from your work."

"Patience, my love," Jungkook chuckled, her fingers typing furiously on her laptop. But Taehyung was not one to wait, especially when it came to getting her attention.

With a huff, Taehyung stomped towards the bed where she was sitting, his footsteps heavy as he closed the distance between them, Jungkook barely had time to react before he bent down, scooping her up like a ball of fluff, causing her to squeal loudly in surprise.
"Taehyung!" she protested, but the words were lost as he easily seated her on his lap.

"Big baby," she muttered, her voice a playful mix of affection and exasperation, though she snuggled further into his chest, immediately feeling the warmth of his embrace, She set her abandoned laptop on her lap, deciding to take a break from work, but she couldn't help but smile as sho nostled into him.
"See?" Taehyung smirked, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her snugly. He rested his chin on her shoulder, broathing in the soft scont of her strawberry shampoo, Jungkook hummed in contentment, hor fingers grazing over the keys of her laptop once again, though she was no longer fully focused on work. Her mind was half on Taehyung, the soft, steady beat of his heart under hor oar, tho way his hands gontly caressed hor waist.

Tachyung couldn't help himself, and his nose trailed down to her hair, his lips brushing over her neck, leaving slow, wet kisses along her skin. Jungkook tilted her head slightly, granting him full access, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she closed her eyes. His lips were gentle, yet every kiss was a mark of affection, each one leaving her feeling more cherished.

"You smell so good," Taehyung mumbled, his voice low and soft, his hands brushing her hair back as he nuzzled deeper into her neck. Jungkook smiled, her heart racing slightly, not just from the way he made her feel, but from how utterly adored she felt in this moment. "I'm still working," she whispered, though it was more of a half-hearted excuse than anything else. She wasn't going to get any real work done with him so close, and he knew it.

"Mm-hmm, sure you are," he murmured, his lips trailing further down her neck. His fingertips gently traced the curve of her waist, pulling her closer as if she were the most precious thing in the world. His love for her —his need for her-was tangible, but it wasn't just physical. It was as it everything in his life had fallen into place the moment she walked into it.

Jungkook's breath caught when his lips brushed the sensitive spot just below her car. Her hands instinctively left her laptop to rest on his chest, the warmth of his body seeping into her. "Taehyung," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she tilted her head back even further, giving him more room to roam.

With a soft, content sigh, Tachyung paused, his lips hovering just over her pulse. "You're mine, you know that, right? No matter how busy you get, I'll always find a way to distract you." Jungkook chuckled softly, her hand tracing patterns over his shirt, the soft fabric beneath her fingertips soothing. "You don't need to try so hard, Tae," she whispered, "I'm already yours!"

He smiled against her neck, his heart selling with affection. "Lucky me," he whispered, his voice warm, filled with adoration. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, their gazes locking as he cupped her face with both hands. "You make me the happiest man alive, you know that," Jungkook smiled, her eyes softening with love, as she leaned in to kiss him gently. "I know, Taehyung. You do the same for me."

"By the way, I have one question in my mind," Jungkook said, her eyes growing wide and innocent as she looked up at him, making Taehyung's heart skip a beat. His smile softened, and he leaned in close to her, booping their noses together playfully.

Jungkook let out a delighted giggle at the gesture, her hands instinctively reaching up to pepper his cheeks with soft, quick kisses. Taehyung's laugh rang out, full of joy and warmth, as he pulled back slightly and teased her, "Yes, baby love?"

She circled her arms around his neck, her face nuzzling into his shoulder as she settled more comfortably on his lap. Her voice was soft and full of curiosity when she finally asked, "When you and your family came to see me for the first time, why didn't you look at me?"

Taehyung blinked, surprised by her question, and then saw her little pout. Her eyes were full of genuine curiosity, making it hard for him to resist her. "You looked like someone woke you up with a cold water shower," she added, her lips twitching as if she couldn't decide whether to be pouty or amused.

Taehyung chuckled softly at her assumption, rubbing his hand up and down her back in a soothing, almost absentminded gesture as he thought of how to explain. "Well, I was kind of... forced into this marriage," he admitted, his tone light but still tinged with a hint of seriousness.

Jungkook's eyes widened, her head lifting from his shoulder as she looked at him with surprise. "Forced?" she repeated, the word heavy on her tongue.

"Not exactly forced, but... you know, arranged," he clarified, chuckling at her confused expression. "My family made sure to set everything up, so I was a little... not in the best mood when I first met you. You know how parents can be with that kind of thing."

""When they first discussed with me, it was like they were snatching my liberty," Taehyung admitted with a slightly embarrassed chuckle, the memory of his initial reluctance still making him cringe a bit.

Jungkook, not missing a beat, snorted at the word liberty, her laughter filling the room. "Liberty?? Bwahh hahaha!" she burst out, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she doubled over, clutching her stomach.

Taehyung's cheeks flushed a deep red at her reaction, clearly flustered but still amused. "Hey, don't laugh at my struggle, okay? It wasn't funny back then," he muttered playfully, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to act serious but failing miserably.

Jungkook wiped a tear from her eye, her giggles dying down but still holding onto that mischievous grin. "Liberty? Seriously? You mean freedom to run away?" she teased, her voice playful, but there was a hint of affection in it.

Taehyung sighed dramatically, his face now a bright shade of pink. "Yeah, so I opposed with all my will—"

"But... Advocate Kim failed here," Jungkook cut in, her voice full of laughter as she added her own dramatic flair to the statement. She grinned widely, thoroughly enjoying teasing him about his past reluctance.

Taehyung, still trying to save some face, puffed out his chest proudly, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he looked down at her. "For you, I can accept any failure," he said, his voice rich with sincerity, though the playful glint in his eyes was unmistakable.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat at his words. The sincerity behind them made her feel warm all over. "That's pretty sweet, huh? My stubborn husband, admitting defeat for me?" she teased, raising an eyebrow, but her voice was soft, her affection for him clear in her gaze.

Taehyung leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his smile tender and full of love. "You're worth it, baby love," he whispered, his hand gently cupping her face. "I'd fail a hundred times over if it meant I get to be with you."

Taehyung, still caught up in the moment, continued with a dreamy gaze, his voice soft yet filled with emotion. "But then... when I saw my little bride walking so timidly down the aisle, my heart betrayed me," he said, unconsciously placing his hand over his chest, as if trying to calm the overwhelming rush of love and affection he felt for her. "It just... left my body to match yours."

Jungkook blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing at his words. She hadn't expected such a vulnerable admission. "Taetae..." she whispered, her voice soft and warm, touched by the sincerity in his eyes. "You really know how to make me feel special."

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and tender, as if savoring the moment. "It's because you are special, baby love," Taehyung murmured, his thumb lightly brushing over her hand. "The moment I saw you, walking toward me on that aisle, I knew I was the luckiest man alive. It felt like time stopped. My heart was yours before you even said a word."

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat, her gaze softening as she looked at him, her hand instinctively reaching for his, intertwining their fingers. "You're too sweet," she whispered, her heart swelling with affection. "I never thought I'd get someone like you..."

Taehyung shook his head, leaning in closer. "No, love," he whispered, his voice steady and full of conviction. "I'm the lucky one. You've always been more than I ever deserved."

She smiled softly, her thumb tracing the back of his hand gently. "Well, you're stuck with me now, aren't you?" she teased, her voice light, but the love behind it was undeniable.

Taehyung's gaze deepened, his eyes locking onto hers with such intensity that it took her breath away. "Forever," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "You and me, always."

Jungkook felt her heart melt as his words settled in, her hand rising to cup his face gently. "Always," she echoed softly, her voice filled with the same certainty, before pulling him into a gentle kiss, sealing the promise they both knew would never be broken.