Jungkook was trembling in Taehyung's arms, deeply shaken by the incident that had occurred earlier.

Taehyung's face was etched with a deep, angry frown as he gazed at the state of his wife.

As soon as they entered the mansion, Mr. and Mrs. Kim rushed towards Jungkook, concern etched on their faces.

"Oh my god, Kookie, what happened to you?" Mrs. Kim exclaimed, her voice laced with worry.

"What happened, Taetae? Who did this? How did this happen?" Mr. Kim added, his tone equally worried.

"Mom, Dad, can we talk later?" Taehyung said, his request met with shocked eyes from Mr. and Mrs. Kim.

"Taehyung, you are—" Mrs. Kim began, but was cut off by Taehyung.

"Mom, Dad, not now. Can we have this conversation later? He needs rest. We'll talk later," Taehyung said firmly.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim nodded their heads in understanding and allowed Taehyung to lead the way, following him to their room.

Taehyung gently laid Jungkook down on the bed, who was barely conscious. He then cradled Jungkook's limp form to his chest, offering a warm and comforting embrace.

Taehyung's arms enveloped Jungkook, holding him close as he whispered soft reassurances, trying to soothe his loved one's distress.

After ensuring Jungkook was comfortable, Taehyung covered his wife's body with a blanket, tucking it in gently around him.

He then turned to face his parents, who were already looking at him with an 'explain yourself' gaze.

Their eyes seemed to hold a mix of concern, confusion, and a hint of frustration, as if to say, 'What happened, and why didn't you tell us sooner?'

Taehyung let out a deep sigh and led his parents out of the room, gesturing for them to take a seat on the couch in the living room.

He himself sat down comfortably, collecting his thoughts before beginning to explain the situation and what had happened earlier.

As Taehyung recounted the events, Mrs. Kim's eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Meanwhile, Mr. Kim's face turned red with anger, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Whoever dares to lay their hands on the Kim family's son-in-law will face the full wrath of the Kims!" Mr. Kim thundered, his deep voice trembling with rage.

Taehyung simply nodded his head, then got up from the couch and returned to his room, leaving his parents in the living room.

Mr. Kim, still seething with anger, immediately made a phone call, his deep voice low and menacing as he spoke to the person on the other end.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Kim remained seated on the couch, still trying to process the shocking news she had just heard. She looked like she was in a daze, unable to overcome the distressing revelation that had left her feeling stunned and worried.

Taehyung sat on the bed, gently caressing Jungkook's head as it rested on his lap. He lovingly stroked Jungkook's hair, his eyes fixed on his peaceful face. But when he noticed Jungkook stirring in his sleep, Taehyung's hand paused mid-stroke.

As Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, Taehyung instinctively raised his hand to block the rays of light that were falling on Jungkook's face. Jungkook gradually sat up, lifting his head from Taehyung's lap.

Taehyung remained still, simply gazing at Jungkook with a soft, silent expression, allowing Jungkook to slowly regain his bearings.

Jungkook glanced around the room, disoriented, and found himself in the bedroom he shared with Taehyung. As his gaze wandered, his eyes met Taehyung's, who was watching him silently.

"Taetae," Jungkook whispered, thinking his husband is still in little space , unaware that Taehyung had already out of his little space .

But as memories of the incident came flooding back, Jungkook's eyes welled up with tears. Taehyung instinctively moved to comfort him, but Jungkook suddenly sprang out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Taehyung quickly followed, calling out,

"Kookie, baby, open the door!" But there was only silence.

Taehyung's concern turned to alarm, and he managed to break the lock on the door, bursting into the bathroom to find Jungkook in a state of utter distress.

Jungkook was crying uncontrollably, his body shaking with sobs, and his hands clutching his own skin as if trying to scrub away the feeling of disgust and violation.

Taehyung's heart ached at the sight, and he quickly wrapped his arms around Jungkook, holding him close as he tried to comfort his distraught husband.

"Shhh, stop it, baby, don't scratch your skin," Taehyung said, hugging Jungkook tightly, but Jungkook tried to push him away.

"They touched me here, here," Jungkook said, pointing to his body parts.

"They saw me naked. They made me feel disgusting. I'm not pure anymore. They made me impure," Jungkook lamented, crying and clutching Taehyung's shirt.

"Shh, baby, stop crying. You are still pure, baby. You are not disgusting. Hubby's got you, yeah. Hubby will punish those people who hurt you, okay? You are my pure baby," Taehyung reassured, hugging Jungkook tightly.

Jungkook's wailing subsided, and he looked up at Taehyung. Suddenly, he pushed Taehyung away and backed off.

"You are not my Taetae," Jungkook said, looking at Taehyung, who took slow steps toward him.

"No, no, baby, I'm your Taetae, your hubby. Shh, come to me, come closer to me. Hubby wants his wifey near his heart," Taehyung cooed, taking slow steps toward Jungkook and enveloping him in his arms.

"You came out," Jungkook questioned, and Taehyung nodded with a smile.

"Yes, baby, I'm your husband, not Taetae. It's hubby," Taehyung said, lifting Jungkook, who quickly clutched Taehyung's shirt and hugged his neck tightly.

"You're Big Taehyung, not my little Taetae," Jungkook said, looking up at Taehyung with big, doe-like eyes, which made Taehyung coo at his cute wife.

"Yes, darling," Taehyung replied, making Jungkook's cheeks flush bright red.

"Will I be able to meet little Taetae?" Jungkook asked, pouting at Taehyung, who thought for a moment.

"How do I know?" Jungkook pouted, making Taehyung chuckle at the cute baby in front of him.

"My cuteuu, come here," Taehyung said, sweeping Jungkook into his arms and showering his face with kisses, making Jungkook giggle uncontrollably.

In Taehyung's arms, Jungkook forgot his misery, finding his home, comfort, and safe haven in those loving arms.

At night, Taehyung waited for Jungkook, who entered the room and lay down on the bed. Taehyung gazed at Jungkook, who noticed his stare.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jungkook asked, feeling self-conscious under Taehyung's gaze.

"Where is my night booboo?" Taehyung replied, his eyes sparkling with affection, making Jungkook blush.

"Booboo? Which booboo?" Jungkook tried to change the subject, but Taehyung was undeterred.

"Let me show you which booboo," Taehyung said, gently removing Jungkook's hand from his chest. He slowly lifted Jungkook's shirt, revealing his breasts.

Jungkook's face turned bright red as he tried to cover his chest, but Taehyung swept his hands away.

Taehyung then laid on bed facing Jungkook chest. He first nuzzle his face on Kook chest before taking jungkook breast inside his mouth while sucks.

Jungkook silently observed Taehyung's actions, his eyes drifting shut as he allowed Taehyung to continue.

He gently caressed Taehyung's hair, his touch tender and loving, as he surrendered to the intimate moment.

" your arms, these arms of yours,
that's where my world is "

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