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Jungkook turned to Taehyung, her chest heaving with overwhelming emotion as tears brimmed in her eyes. Without a word, she rushed toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his chest.

The moment her cheek touched the fabric of his shirt, her tears spilt over, soaking through. Jungkook clung to him as if afraid to let go, her sobs shaking her small frame. Taehyung's arms encircled her, pulling her even closer, his chin resting gently on top of her head as he held her silently, offering comfort through his embrace.

"Y-You should consider trimming your hair," Jungkook mumbled between sobs, her voice trembling, "And maybe wear some torn clothes once in a while."

Taehyung's brow furrowed in confusion but Jungkook didn't stop. She clung to him even tighter, her tears continuing to flow as she spoke, "It's your fault, you know. Your handsomeness... that's why Yuna was so obsessed with you."

Taehyung gently stroked her hair. "Is that so?"

"Y-Yess,"

Jungkook nodded against his chest, her fingers crumbling the poor fabric of his shirt as she cried harder. Her shoulders shook as her tears fell harder, staining his shirt. Taehyung gently cupped the back of her head, holding her close but her sobs didn't stop. His heart ached, his emotions pouring out as Jungkook let herself cry without restraint.

"You're always so handsome," Jungkook choked out, her voice muffled against his chest. "Why can't you just look ordinary?

Her tears were endless, her face buried against his chest as her words came out in broken fragments. She didn't care how vulnerable she sounded; all she wanted was to pour her heart out and release the suffocating fear.

"I was so scared, Mr Kim," Jungkook whispered, "I thought I was going to lose you... I thought she'd take you away from me forever."

That's it. Taehyung with utmost care, pulled Jungkook away from his chest. Jungkook compiled but her hands still fisted the sides of his shirt.

Taehyung gently wiped away the tears streaking Jungkook's soft, flushed cheeks, his thumb brushing her smooth skin with care. Her lips trembled, her eyes puffy from crying and her small sniffles tugged at his heart. Jungkook looked up at him through her tear-filled lashes, her gaze filled with fear that it almost broke him. But Jungkook dropped her gaze as the dreadful thoughts flooded her mind.

"Look at me," Taehyung whispered.

Taehyung tilted her chin, bringing her gaze back to his. His eyes softened, filled with assurance that only he could give her.

"You're safe, Mrs. Kim. You saved us both."

Jungkook's lip quivered as another tear slid down her face. She sniffled again, her fingers clutching his shirt like a lifeline. "But... what if I had been too--"

"Shush," Taehyung interrupted, his finger pressed over Jungkook's plump Lips.

"So many 'what ifs,' Mrs Kim..."

His deep voice made Jungkook's heart flutter despite the tears still clinging to her lashes.

Jungkook's breath hitched under his touch, her lips parting slightly as she stared up at him, her eyes wide and filled with many unspoken emotions. She blinked, sending another tear cascading down her cheek but it didn't matter. Taehyung caught it with the pad of his thumb, wiping it away.

"I'm here," he whispered, "right in front of you. There's no 'what ifs.' Just us."

Jungkook's tears slowed. Taehyung's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the trail of a tear, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I won't let anything happen to you," Taehyung said softly, "I wouldn't let anyone take me away from you—not in a thousand lifetimes."

Jungkook's heart began to calm, his touch anchoring her. She sniffled again but this time it was softer. her fears were finally starting to fade. Taehyung's thumb gently stroked her cheek.

"And besides," he husked, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone as his lips brushed her ear, "who else would put up with your midnight rambles about the meaning of stars or your clumsy self? "

He paused, letting his words settle, his breath warm against her skin. "I'm the only one who can handle your chaos, Mrs. Kim. Who else would even dare?"

Jungkook blinked in surprise. Her lips twitched and before she could stop, a small hiccuping chuckle escaped. She looked up at him, her teary eyes glistening.

Taehyung's smirk widened, satisfaction dancing in his eyes as he watched her. "See? That's better," he teased, his thumb gently wiping away the last of her tears.

"I prefer this version of you—Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook swatted his chest, her chuckles mixing with a sniffle, "Im not chaos! You're just...easily distracted by my charms,"

Jungkook's tear-streaked face softened as a small smile tugged at her lips. Her wide eyes were filled with pure, innocent love that made her look even more beautiful in Taehyung's eyes.

She blinked at him, her cheeks still flushed from all the crying and whispered, "You promise?"

Taehyung gazed down at her and nodded slowly, "I promise," he said, his voice like a soothing balm to her aching heart.

But Jungkook wasn't done yet. She scrunched her nose slightly, her lips forming a little pout as she held up her pinky finger, her eyes twinkling despite the tears.

"Promise me that you promised it," she insisted, her pout making her look impossibly adorable.

Without hesitation, he lifted his hand and stretched out his pinky, locking it with hers. He leaned down slightly, their faces so close now, his breath warm against her skin.

"I promise that I promised it,"

Jungkook let out a tiny giggle, the sound so soft, so delicate, like a ray of sunshine after a storm. She gazed at their intertwined pinkies, her smile widening as her fingers clung to his for dear life.

Her big eyes, filled with love and trust, looked up at him again, and in that moment, she was everything—beautiful, fragile and utterly perfect.

Her cheeks flushed even more, "You better keep it, Mr. Kim," she teased, her voice gentle, her tiny pinky gripping his tightly.

"Always, Mrs. Kim. Always,"

Taehyung's lips curled into a gentle smile. He brushed the salty tears from her soft cheeks, his thumb brushing softly against her flushed cheeks. Jungkook unable to take so much affection from her unromantic husband, chooses to hide herself. She nestled in his embrace. In return, Taehyung's hand stroked her hair, his gaze soft yet serious as he began to explain.

"There were a few things that made me realize something was off," Taehyung said thoughtfully.

Jungkook, still nestled against him, looked up with wide eyes full of curiosity. "What do you mean?" she asked.

He paused as if replaying the events in his mind, "The first thing was how she addressed me."

Jungkook's brow furrowed slightly. "Addressed you?"

Taehyung nodded, "Yuna called me by my name—'Taehyung.' You have never once called me that."

Jungkook's lips parted in surprise. "I always call you 'Mr. Kim,'" she whispered, her fingers gently clutching his shirt.

He smiled at her, his voice dipping into something more intimate. "Exactly. You always call me that." His fingers gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "That was the first thing that made me realize it wasn't you."

Jungkook blinked, her heart fluttering at how closely he had observed such a small detail about her. "You noticed that?"

Taehyung's eyes softened, "Of course, Mrs. Kim. I always notice everything about you."

Taehyung continued, "Then I noticed your necklace was missing. You always wear that pendant and seeing you without it immediately felt wrong. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off."

Jungkook's hand moved to her neck, fingers tracing the pendant. the metal felt cool against her warm fingers.

"And then," Taehyung added, his gaze briefly flicking to her wrist, "the sword mark on your wrist—it was gone. I remember grabbing Yuna's hand when she pretended to be you, and I knew right then that something was seriously wrong. The mark—it wasn't there. I've seen that mark on you countless times and when I didn't see it, my suspicion only grew."

Jungkook's eyes widened, her hand subconsciously covering the sword mark on her wrist, her heart swelling with awe at his attentiveness.

"When those details were missing, it felt like I was looking at a stranger." Taehyung paused, taking a breath as his gaze softened. "But what really confirmed it for me was Arathorn."

"Arathorn?"

"When Arathorn attacked Yuna, I knew something was seriously wrong. He's loyal to you, Jungkook. Fiercely loyal. There's no way he would ever attack you. The way he screeched and lashed out—it was like he was trying to protect me. That's when everything started to make sense."

Arathorn had always been protective, but Jungkook hadn't expected him to be the key to unravelling Yuna's deception. She bit her lip, overwhelmed by the realization of how much Taehyung knew her—how deeply he understood her.

"I wasn't sure what was happening at first," Taehyung admitted, his fingers gently brushing her hair away from her face, "but with all those signs piling up, I knew I had to act. And then, when you broke through the window, everything clicked into place."

Jungkook's chest tightened, her hand reaching rest against Taehyung's. She smiled through the tears that threatened to spill, feeling his care for her.

"You knew... all this time, you knew," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Taehyung nodded again, his thumb grazing her cheek. Jungkook's expression turned sombre as she thought back to the moment Yuna had taken her. She wiped away the remaining tears and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Mr Kim, " Jungkook began, her voice low, "It all happened so fast. One minute I was walking back to our room, and the next... everything turned dark. I felt this overwhelming pressure like I couldn't move or breathe properly. And then, Yuna appeared."

Taehyung's eyes darkened at the mention of Yuna, his hand tightening around hers protectively as she continued.

Flashback:

Jungkook felt a strong force behind her. Before she could turn around, a hand clamped over her mouth and everything went black.

Her body refused to move, frozen in place. Jungkook struggled to scream, to fight back, but it was as if her body was no longer her own. Panic surged through her as her vision swirled and she finally saw the figure behind her—a woman with menacing, glowing eyes.

It was Yuna.

"Don't bother screaming," Yuna had whispered in a chilling, mocking tone. "No one will hear you."

Jungkook's heart pounded in her chest, fear gripping her. She could barely breathe as Yuna's magic pinned her in place, stealing her ability to move or speak.

"You've had him long enough," Yuna hissed. "Now, it's my turn."

Yuna's face twisted into a smirk as she slowly transformed, her features shifting, her body morphing until she was a replica of Jungkook herself. The sight was jarring—her face, her own body, but with eyes that glowed an eerie red light.

"I'll take everything from you," Yuna spat, leaning in close, her breath cold against Jungkook's skin. "Taehyung will never know the difference."

Jungkook's eyes widened in terror as Yuna's words sank in. Desperately, she tried to summon any strength left within her but Yuna's dark magic was too strong.

"I'll be you."

With a snap of her fingers, Yuna dragged Jungkook down the hallway, locking her in a cold, dark guest room. The door slammed shut with an ominous finality, leaving Jungkook trapped in the small, suffocating space. The only light in the room came from the small window.

Yuna made Jungkook slumped to the ground. Jungkook lay unconscious on the bed, completely unaware of the betrayal that had unfolded. Yuna took a moment to smirk at her success.

Meanwhile, Arathorn hovered over the Jungkook, who lay unconscious. The majestic eagle began to chant softly, his feathers glowing with a healing light.

Arathorn's magical energy flowed around Jungkook, gently stirring her back to consciousness.

Slowly, Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, her vision clearing as she took in the scene around her. She saw Arathorn.

Jungkook sat up and looked towards the main room.

"Arathorn," Jungkook said. "Thank you for waking me. I need to get to Mr Kim."

Then, in a moment of desperation, Jungkook's eyes landed on the window. It was small, the glass fragile, but it was her only way out. She picked up a chair and hurled it at the glass, shattering it into pieces.

Without hesitation, Jungkook climbed through the broken window, cutting her hands and legs into jagged shards but she didn't care. She ran—ran faster than she ever had—her mind solely focused on reaching Taehyung before it was too late.

Upon reaching the bedroom, Jungkook saw Yuna, still in disguise, holding Taehyung's hand with affection.

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock. The door was locked from the inside. With a determined expression, she stepped back, drawing on her magic. She raised her hand, and with a forceful gesture, she sent a burst of energy toward the window. The glass exploded into a shower of tiny beads, cascading to the floor.

──── Flashback ends ────────────

Taehyung gently cupped her face, wiping away her tears. "You were brave, Mrs. Kim. So incredibly brave," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "You saved us both."

Jungkook sniffled, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I just... I couldn't let her take you away from me."

"And you didn't," Taehyung whispered, "You came back to me, just like you always do. And nothing—not Yuna, not anyone—can come between us."

Jungkook closed her eyes, her heart finally at peace as she leaned into his warmth.

The nightmare was over and they were together again. That was all that mattered now.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

In the next moment, Taehyung scooped Jungkook into his arms, her body melting against his as if she belonged there. She let out a tiny gasp, her fingers automatically gripping his shirt.

One by one, the lights dimmed as Taehyung walked to the bed. The soft glow from the last light blinked before finally going out, leaving them in the darkness. Thanks to the silver moonlight, they could see the surroundings. The silence between them was filled only by the sound of their breathing.

Jungkook's gaze never left Taehyung's face, her soul overflowing with romantic thoughts she couldn't control. Every inch of her longed to be closer to him, to feel his affection as her fingers tightened their hold on his shirt. Her mind raced, her cheeks flushed and her breath quickened.

Jungkook found herself gazing at his sharp jawline, his lips and the intense yet soft look in his eyes. Her thoughts stirred with dreams of what could happen next, her romantic heart circling a thousand possibilities.

Carefully, Taehyung laid her down. Jungkook's breath hitched as her back touched the soft sheets, her fingers loosening from his shirt as they slid down to rest near her sides. Her eyes fluttered, half-lidded, as she watched him lean over her.

The silver moonlight that filtered through the window bathed Jungkook in its ethereal glow. The soft light kissed her skin, making her look like a dream—delicate, radiant, and beautiful beyond words.

Jungkook's dark hair spread out on the pillow like silk while her eyes glistened, reflecting the moon and the unspoken emotions within her. Her breath came in shaky waves and her lips parted slightly as she gazed up at Taehyung.

The vulnerability in her expression was enchanting—her heart laid bare for him to see. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, her fingers curled softly into the sheets and the flush on her cheeks—made her look impossibly lovely.

Taehyung's gaze traced Jungkook's radiant form, his heart pounding at the sight of her under the soft silver glow of the moon. For a moment, he tore his eyes away from her beauty and glanced at the broken window that had shattered during the chaos. His perfect brow furrowed in displeasure but with a quiet flick of his hand, magic sparked from his fingertips. The shattered glass pieces floated, rearranging into their original form, the window sealing perfectly.

Jungkook's eyes followed his movements, still wide and filled with awe as she watched the magic in action.

But then, Taehyung waved his hand again and an energy radiated throughout the room. The heavy wooden doors shut with a click, locking them inside the haven of their space. The spell slid through the room making an invisible barrier that ensured they were alone.

Jungkook's breath hitched. She couldn't explain—suddenly how the air felt denser, charged, like electricity, but instead of making her anxious, it stirred something deep within her. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly. Her lips parted slightly and she shifted, her heart racing faster as Taehyung's presence felt even closer, more intense.

Taehyung smirked, noticing the slight flush on her cheeks.

"Comfortable, Mrs. Kim?" His voice was teasing but an underlying warmth made her shiver.

Jungkook blinked at his teasing and averted her gaze.

Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed, his tall frame casting a shadow over Jungkook, who lay softly against the pillows. His dark and intense eyes never left her as he slowly began to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt.

Slowly, Taehyung rolled his sleeves up, his forearms flexing with each movement. his movements were hypnotic. His gaze never wobbled from Jungkook, locking her in place with a look so devoted it made her heart race faster than before.

One by one, he slid the metal rings from his fingers, the cold metal catching the moonlight briefly before he placed them on the bedside table. The last to go was his watch, the metal coming undone with a gentle click.

As taehyung did all this, his focus was singular—on her, his wife, the beauty on his bed who had just moments ago laid bare her soul to him.

Jungkook felt so small, so dainty under his gaze. Her fingers curled into the soft sheets beneath her, the silk cool against her warm skin. She couldn't help but feel vulnerable but in the best way possible.

Taehyung moved, each step bringing him closer to her. his presence made her feel like her body was drawn toward him as if some magnetic pull existed between them. He stopped at the bedside, his lips curling into the faintest smirk, his eyes burning with something primal, unmistakably manly.

Jungkook felt a shiver run down her spine, her lips parting slightly as she gazed up at him, her heartbeat quickening. She didn't even realize how much she had been staring, entranced by the sheer masculinity—his strong build, the careful way he moved, the power radiating from him.

Taehyung's smirk widened just a fraction as he leaned down, his hands braced on either side of her, caging her in. his eyes travelled over her face, drinking in every soft curve, every delicate feature.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed, her body melting into the bed as she lay beneath him, feeling so small, so soft, yet utterly safe under his gaze. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach again, fluttering wildly as her eyes locked onto his, unable to look away.

"You're mine," Taehyung whispered, the promise in his words as steady as the moonlight around them. "And I'll always protect what's mine."

Taehyung finally sat beside Jungkook, his expression unreadable. His broad frame loomed over her but his movements were calculated and slow—like a man who knew exactly what he was doing and felt no need to rush.

With one hand planted firmly on the mattress beside jungkook's head, he slowly lifted his other hand. His long fingers brushed against her skin, the back of them trailing down the side of her face with a soft touch.

The back of his fingers glided from her temple to her jaw, the contact so delicate that it sent shivers racing down her spine. Jungkook's breath hitched, her lips parting as her body reacted to the intimate caress.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, surrendering to the feeling. Her fingers curled into the fluffy pillow beneath her, gripping it tightly to stabilise herself, the soft fabric no match for the intensity building inside her.

Every inch of her felt alive, hyper-aware of Taehyung's every movement, his hand and his proximity. Not to forget his musky scent.

Taehyung's gaze never hesitated from her face. His expression didn't soften or waver; he remained collected and every second was perfectly within his control. Even as his fingers paused at her jawline, there was no hint of hesitation.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell with shaky breaths. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering wildly, her entire being caught in the magnetic pull of his gaze, his touch.

"Do you feel it too?" His voice was deep, calm—without a trace of uncertainty. It wasn't a question but a statement, a confirmation of the moment between them.

Jungkook's head moved in the faintest nod, her body speaking for her as she felt her heart pull closer to him. Her breath quickened, her pulse erratic but Taehyung stayed grounded, the solid pillar amidst the storm of emotions within her.

Taehyung pulled back slightly, his gaze flickering over her features for a moment longer. His lips didn't twitch into a smile, but a glint in his eyes said everything without needing to change his expression.

Taehyung moved away and Jungkook finally exhaled, releasing the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. His musky scent remained in the air around them, thick and intoxicating, clouding her thoughts and leaving her feeling light-headed. Jungkook tried to steady her racing heart but it was no use.

Overwhelmed by his presence, Jungkook instinctively turned to her side, facing away from his piercing gaze. She couldn't meet it—not with how exposed and vulnerable she felt.

Her small body curled slightly against the plush mattress. Her long, dark hair cascaded over the pillow, framing her flushed face. Her red cheeks and parted lips made her look soft and innocent.

Taehyung's finers rose once more. He gently brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen across Jungkook's delicate face. The back of his knuckles grazed her cheek savouring the softness of her skin.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered shut at the contact, her body leaning into his touch. The faintest tremble ran through her as his hand lingered near her face, his fingers trailing lightly along her skin. She breathed in, her chest rising slowly, but she didn't dare open her eyes or move.

Taehyung's fingers continued to brush along her jawline, tracing the curve of her face. memorizing every contour. The faint light from the moon played across his features, highlighting the stoic yet affectionate look in his eyes as he watched her, his wife, so small and perfect beneath him.

Jungkook could feel her heart racing, her thoughts muddled with the care he was showing her.

Taehyung leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against Jungkook's forehead. His lips stayed for a second longer than necessary, her warm smooth skin beneath him making something tighten in his chest.

Jungkook's breath hitched, her small body shifting closer to his. Her fingers twitched, brushing against the sleeve of his arm in the faintest touches, but enough for him to notice. Taehyung's gaze flickered to the small gesture, his sharp eyes catching even the tiniest movements.

He paused, his face hovering just inches above hers, taking in the sight of her—the way her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, the way her wide, innocent eyes gazed up at him with trust and vulnerability. She looked fragile under his gaze, her beauty magnified by the soft moonlight filtering into the room.

Taehyung's hand still braced beside her head, twitched slightly as if resisting the urge to pull her closer. He was a man of control but even he felt the tug of emotion threatening to break through his usual self.

He bent lower, his lips brushing lightly against her cheek, just above the corner of her mouth. It was a kiss that was barely a kiss, more a promise—a quiet assurance that he was there, always.

Taehyung was a man of few words but his actions spoke volumes.

Jungkook's lips parted a little further, her breath catching as her hand unconsciously reached for him, her fingers gripping his sleeve, tighter this time. She didn't have to say anything; her trust in him was laid bare in the soft way she melted beneath his touch, her vulnerability was the proof of how much she had given him, body and soul.

And Taehyung remained calm on the surface, but inside, he knew—this beauty was his and no force in the world could ever take her from him.

Taehyung's hand moved slowly, sliding over the smooth silk sheets until his fingers brushed against Jungkook's delicate hand resting beside her head. The moment their skin made contact, a soft shiver ran through her body, making her heart skip a beat.

Her breath caught in her throat and without thinking, her fingers instinctively curled toward his. Taehyung's hand responded his fingers gently intertwining with hers.

Jungkook's heart fluttered as her small hand fit perfectly into his, her dainty fingers almost disappearing in his. Despite the flurry of emotions building within her, a peace settled in her chest—a peace that came from his presence alone.

Jungkook tilted her head slightly, her gaze tracing the sharp lines of his face.

Taehyung leaned in, the space between them shrinking until his lips hovered just inches away from hers. His eyes locked with hers, searching, asking for silent permission. Jungkook's lips parted slightly, the suspense in the air thick between them. Jungkook's gaze flickered down to Taehyung's lips and back up to his eyes, her fingers instinctively tightening around his hand.

Taehyung's face hovered dangerously close to hers, the space between them almost nonexistent as his warm breath fanned over her trembling lips. His dark and smouldering eyes searched hers with an intensity that made her heart pound wildly in her chest. He was so close yet held back, a man of control and restriction.

Jungkook felt her entire body ignite under his gaze, her skin tingling from his nearness. Her chest's slow rise and fall betrayed her nervous excitement and she struggled to steady her breathing. Her lips parted instinctively, a silent plea escaping as a shallow breath. She could barely meet his gaze. his presence overwhelmed her, making her cheeks flush and her pulse quicken.

Her eyes fluttered down to his lips, unable to resist, and then back up to meet his again, the unspoken invitation clear.

Her fingers curled around his hand, holding him. The subtle tightening of her grip sent a message that words couldn't—she wanted this.

Jungkook needed this.

Taehyung's jaw clenched, his restraint hanging by a thread. His control was hanging by the barest thread yet he still held back, letting the tension build until it felt almost unbearable. His free hand slid down her side, brushing lightly against her waist, making her gasp. His gentle yet possessive touch sent shivers racing across her skin. His fingers pressed slightly into the curve of her waist. He didn't rush.

No, Taehyung was patient—teasingly so.

The silent question in his eyes never wavered but his fingers pressed lightly into her skin making her feel both cherished and desired in the same breath. Jungkook's body responded immediately, her breath quickening as she leaned closer, urging him silently to close the distance.

Please... The word echoed in her mind, but her lips remained parted, unable to voice it aloud.

He didn't need to hear it.

His lips hovered just above hers, their breaths mingling between them. The moment stretched on and when Jungkook shifted slightly beneath him, her body unconsciously arching closer, he knew.

Taehyung finally moved.

With a low, husky murmur, his lips met hers—soft at first, testing the waters, tasting.

The kiss was slow and impossibly tender. Jungkook's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the sheer intensity of the sensation. His lips were warm. But then, Jungkook's hand lifted to press against his chest, her fingers curling his shirt.

And just like that, the kiss deepened.

Her lips parted beneath his, permitting him to explore further and Taehyung took it. His mouth moved over hers, his hand tightening slightly on her waist, pulling her closer was the only thing he could do. Jungkook's entire body flushed with heat, drowning her in the feeling of him—of them.

This is real... this is happening.

Jungkook couldn't think straight. She felt like she was falling but knew she was safe because Taehyung was there.

Her soft gasp into the kiss fueled him and his fingers tightened slightly on her waist, pulling her closer, If possible. Jungkook responded eagerly, her body arching toward him, her hand sliding up to rest against the nape of his neck, pulling him in deeper.

Every movement between them was a silent plea, a push and pull of need and desire.

Taehyung's control wavered and the kiss turned hungry. His lips moved against hers, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek, angling her head to get closer, deeper. He could feel the soft tremble in her body, the way her breath hitched with every press of his lips and it only ignited him.

The kiss deepened, her lips responding to his as if they had always been meant to fit together. A soft whimper escaped her and her fingers unconsciously gripped his shirt, pulling him closer to savour every second of the sweet connection.

Jungkook's head was spinning. His kiss overwhelmed her senses. Her fingers slipped into his hair, tugging gently and she felt him groan softly against her mouth in response.

The sound sent a thrill through her, making her body shiver with desire.

Her breath trembled against his lips and she let out the softest sigh. Jungkook's lips quivered slightly. Taehyung noticing her shiver deepened the kiss but still moved tenderly, not rushing, just savoring the moment with her.

As they kissed, Jungkook's lashes fluttered lightly against her cheeks, her body relaxing into the soft sheets beneath them. Her lips were now slightly swollen from the kiss. They had a tender fullness to them, their natural pink hue deepened from the touch of Taehyung's.

Taehyung pulled back just slightly, barely breaking the kiss, his forehead resting against hers as they breathed heavily, their lips still brushing. Jungkook looked so beautifully innocent, like something too precious for his dark world.

His thumb gently caressed her cheek, his other hand still firmly resting on her waist, as if to remind her that she wasn't going anywhere—not from him.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to steady herself from the intensity of what just happened. Her fingers stayed tangled in his hair, unwilling to let him go. She closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow of their kiss, her body still humming with a strange mix of warmth and excitement.

How could something so intense, so powerful, also feel so gentle, so right?

Jungkook felt dazed, overwhelmed, but safe—so incredibly safe in his arms.

Taehyung's breath ghosted over her lips again and the tension between them built back up, hotter, more potent. He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light kiss that made her heart skip. Jungkook's hand tightened its grip on his shirt, the soft fabric wrinkling in her fist.

"You okay?" Taehyung's voice was low, a deep rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

His eyes held a softness that contrasted with the heat in the air between them.

Jungkook nodded, biting her lower lip as she gazed up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushed.

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice a little breathless. "I'm... more than okay."

A lazy grin tugged at the corner of Taehyung's lips.

"Perfect," he murmured, leaning down again, this time pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, teasing. Taehyung stayed there for a second before moving lower, his lips grazing her jaw, then down to her neck, leaving a trail of slow kisses along her skin.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering shut as her body arched toward him, responding to his every touch. Each kiss made her feel lightheaded. She wasn't used to feeling this way—so vulnerable, so exposed—but in Taehyung's arms, it felt right. Her free hand slid down from his hair, grazing the back of his neck before resting lightly on his broad shoulder.

Taehyung's lips paused at the sensitive spot just below her ear and he smirked when he felt her shiver in response. He could feel the way her body trembled slightly and how her breath quickened, and it made his heart race.

There was something so intoxicating about how Jungkook reacted to him—so dainty, so soft, yet filled with so much unspoken need.

But even in that moment, Taehyung didn't rush.

He let his hand slip from her waist, slowly trailing down the curve of her body, his fingers lightly grazing her hip. He shifted slightly, leaning more into her, careful to keep the balance between tenderness and intensity.

His touch was confident but there was always a gentleness behind it—Taehyung didn't need to hurry, he had all the time in the world with Jungkook.

Jungkook's breath hitched as his lips found their way back up, tracing the curve of her jaw before stopping millimetres from her lips again. She opened her eyes and met his intense gaze, and she swore her heart stopped for a second. Jungkook saw something unreadable in his expression—a mix of desire, protectiveness, and something deeper that made her chest tighten.

Her fingers slid down his arm, her touch featherlight but enough to get his attention.

"Mr Kim..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He leaned in just a little more, his lips brushing hers again. "Yes, Mrs. Kim?"

Jungkook's cheeks flushed at the name but she smiled, biting her lip. She tugged lightly at his wrist, her eyes soft but filled with emotions.

"Stay close."

Taehyung's gaze softened immediately, his smirk giving way to something more serious, more intimate.

"Always," he whispered, pressing one final kiss to her lips.

And then, slowly, he shifted beside her, laying down next to her on the bed, his arms pulling her into his chest. Jungkook nestled into his embrace, her head resting against his shoulder, feeling his heart beating steadily beneath her ear.

In the quiet room, with the moonlight casting soft shadows around them, Jungkook felt her body relax, Taehyung's presence enveloping her like a protective shield.

His hand slowly stroked her hair, his fingers running through the strands as he whispered, "Get some rest, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook let out a content sigh, her fingers curling against his chest as her eyelids fluttered closed.

Jungkook felt safe. Jungkook felt loved.

the silence wrapped around them, Taehyung pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her slightly, silently promising her that he would never let go.

Taehyung lay still. His arms tightened around her, holding her close—closer than he ever thought he could hold anyone. His world had always been so cold, so wrapped in shadows and secrets. For years, he had lived with that darkness looming over him.

But here Jungkook was—his wife, his light.

Jungkook resting against him, fit so perfectly in his arms, like she had always belonged there. He let his fingers move gently through her hair. his mind couldn't quiet the storm brewing beneath the surface. His thoughts swirled, uninvited, as they always did. his past, the curse, the fate he couldn't outrun— all hung over him like an unspoken threat.

No matter how much he wanted to keep this moment untouched by the shadows, the fear crept in.

What if this peace wasn't meant for him?

What if all the things lurking in his life—the things he couldn't say, the parts of himself that were too dangerous to share—would one day take this from him?

Jungkook, lying so innocently in his arms, had no idea how deep his darkness ran. And as much as he cherished her—God, did he love Jungkook?—he feared that one day his world would swallow hers, that the light she brought him would dim because of who he was and the curse he carried.

Could he protect his wife from what was coming? Could he keep her safe from the parts of himself he could never reveal?

His jaw clenched, the fear cracking through his cold heart, something he wasn't used to feeling. The control he always had over everything wavered in this quiet moment.

"I could save you from the world," Taehyung thought, his eyes softening as they traced the delicate lines of her face. "But who will save you from me?"

Taehyung's arms tightened around her, the silent promise more for himself than for her—he would fight for this.
He would fight for his wife, his jungkook.

Even if the shadows were closing in, even if the darkness would eventually catch up to him, he would do everything in his power to shield her from it.

Because in her arms, for the first time in a long time, Taehyung felt something unfamiliar. Something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in years.

Hope.

And that, more than anything, was terrifying.

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In the Alara land, a fairy fluttered near the barren tree. Her wings shimmered in the dark forest, but something unusual tugged at her senses—a faint smell, almost forgotten.

Curious, she flew closer to the tree, her tiny heart racing with anticipation. And there it was. A single, delicate flower had bloomed on one of the lifeless branches, glowing softly, its petals shining with magic. The fairy's eyes widened in pure astonishment before she burst out in excitement.

"It bloomed! It finally bloomed!" she cried, her voice echoing through the forest.

She flew through the trees, her wings a blur as she spread the word, shouting in gleeful tones, "The flower has bloomed on Taehyung's side! The flower bloomed!"

The forest stirred at her call because they all knew—the flower symbolized a love awakened, a connection long-awaited, and a power reborn.

It was a sign, a signal that something extraordinary was about to unfold.

Whispers spread fast among the magical beings.

"The cursed one... Taehyung... his heart... has the ice melted?" murmured one of the older sprites as she watched the fairy fly by.

"Could it be... the Alara?"

The flower's bloom was not just a sign of love—it was a sign of healing, a sign that the cold heart of the cursed one, Taehyung, had begun to thaw. And everyone knew that such a thing could only happen because of a powerful force: a bond that could melt even the deepest darkness.

Something deep within Taehyung's soul had changed—something only his Alara, his Jungkook, could have caused.

The fairy's voice carried far and wide, her joy contagious.

"The flower bloomed on his side! A new chapter has begun!"

All the magical creatures held their breath, waiting for what would come next—knowing that this was only the beginning of an unfolding story.

One that could reshape their world forever.

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Finally, after all the tension, sneak peeks, unspoken words and teasing touches-finally-- our Mr Ice Cube and Alara took a step forward.

Are you all excited for the ride? Because this isn't just any step forward—it's the start of a storm.

Buckle up, my pookies.

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