🥀 65. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

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Jungkook stood by the window in their room, her gaze fixed on the dark sky outside. The soft hues of twilight cast a gentle glow over her but the moment did little to ease the discomfort knotting in her chest. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red not from the evening light, but from the thoughts that kept replaying in her mind.

The assumptions, the gossip, and the idea of a baby being thrown around carelessly—the thought of them all speculating, guessing, and whispering—had her stomach churning in embarrassment.

Why did they have to jump to conclusions like that? Jungkook thought, fidgeting with the sleeve of her blouse.

Her cheeks warmed further as the memory of their gossip filled her mind. She couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle at the nonsense of it all. The image of her family members exchanging eager glances and quietly whispering about the possibility of her expecting made her laugh even more.

Her giggle escaped freely and she pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle it, but it was no use. The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed.

Grandma Kim with all smiles and twinkling eyes, practically singing about a future little Kim. Jimin, trying to keep her composure but clearly failing, and Yeonjun, sitting there with his serious face as if he could solve the puzzle of her supposed "condition."

The maids talking about my dizziness, Jungkook thought, covering her face with her hands, still trying to contain her laughter. It's just stress from work!

Her fingers lightly traced the window frame as her thoughts drifted back to the moment she had blurted out the truth in a panic. The words had come out so bluntly, so uncharacteristically of her.

We haven't... we haven't even touched each other yet.

The moment Jungkook said it, she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. The room had gone dead silent after that—her face was probably as red as a tomato.

The blush on her cheeks deepened, and she turned her face away from the window, trying to shake the feeling of utter embarrassment.

But the more she replayed it, the more she couldn't stop herself from chuckling. It was so typical of her to say the first thing that came to her mind in a situation like that, but what really cracked her up was how absurd the whole thing seemed now.

Her smile softened at the thought of how Taehyung had handled the whole mess, scolding the family in his way and stepping up to put a stop to the madness. She felt grateful, even if it had caused her to turn into a flustered mess in front of everyone.

Jungkook continued to stare out at the fading sky, her mind still a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, she didn't notice the door creak open. Taehyung entered the room quietly, his expression still a little tense from the dinner's chaos. He had expected to find Jungkook upset, maybe even angry, at the family's assumptions—he had already scolded them all for their behavior, but he knew that didn't necessarily ease her discomfort.

He had thought she would need some space to process, or perhaps a comforting word. But as he approached the window, he froze.

Jungkook wasn't upset at all.

Instead, she was giggling—her soft, lighthearted laughter filled the space between them. Taehyung raised an eyebrow in confusion, the lines of worry across his face softening as he watched her.

The last thing he expected was for her to be laughing after the mess the family had made of things. Here he was, prepared to find her flustered or even furious after the ridiculous assumptions from dinner, yet she was... laughing?

Her mood caught him off guard, and his curiosity only grew.

Of course, It's Jungkook we are talking about. Taehyung thought.

Clearing his throat to announce his presence, Taehyung stepped further. "What's so funny?" he asked, his eyes betrayed his confusion.

Jungkook startled slightly at the sound of his voice, turning to face him with wide eyes. For a brief moment, embarrassment flickered across her face, but it was quickly replaced by her usual charm.

"It's just...the family," she admitted, her voice breaking into another small laugh. "The way they were all so convinced. And Grandma—oh my God, the comments!"

Jungkook tried to wave him off, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Taehyung took a cautious step closer, still unsure what to make of it, his hand resting on the windowsill as he watched her.

"You're laughing about this?" he asked, a little bemused.

"What? It was funny! Admit it. The way Jimin was practically glowing with excitement and Grandma was ready to knit baby clothes—Mr Kim, come on." Jungkook giggled again, her laughter contagious. "It's just... it's so ridiculous!"

Taehyung took a deep breath, his shoulders loosening. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just scolded all of them for jumping to conclusions, you know. You'd think they'd be more considerate."

Jungkook grinned, stepping closer to him. "Oh, I know. I could hear your 'eldest-son' voice all the way from here." She mimicked his stern tone, "'Stop this madness. It's nothing but gossip.'"

Her impression was far from accurate, but it made her burst into laughter again, clutching her sides.

Taehyung gave her a pointed look, though the corner of his lips twitched. "Now you're making fun of me? Here I was defending my wife."

"Not making fun," Jungkook corrected, her voice playful. "But, seriously, Mr. Kim, you didn't have to go full-on 'head of the family' mode for me."

Taehyung leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing. "That's my job," he said, his tone low and playful. "If I don't keep them in check, who will?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

He took another step toward her and tilted his head slightly. His voice lowered, carrying a teasing edge. "You seemed awfully red-faced back there for someone who's 'appreciating' it."

Jungkook's laughter faltered for a moment, her blush deepening. "I wasn't red-faced! It's just—" She paused, flustered. "Okay, maybe I was a little embarrassed. But can you blame me?"

Taehyung's eyes crinkling slightly as he leaned closer. "If you were so embarrassed, why are you up here giggling about it?"

Jungkook faltered, caught in his gaze. Her voice softened, her teasing giving way to honesty. "Because... it's kind of sweet, isn't it?" she admitted quietly. "They were just excited. As silly as it was, it felt... nice. Like they were already imagining a future for us."

Her words hung in the air and Taehyung's expression shifted, his teasing fading into something warmer. He stepped closer, standing directly in front of her now.

"You know," Taehyung added after a pause, his tone turning playful again, "if you really want to give them something to talk about..."

Jungkook gasped, smacking his chest lightly. "Kim Taehyung!"

Taehyung's dark eyes following Jungkook as she moved away, putting some distance between them. She turned her head slightly, throwing him a sly glance over her shoulder.

"That's all you ever do, you know," Jungkook said. "Talk big. Corner me. Tease me. And then what? You always pull away like a coward."

Taehyung's eyebrow twitched, her words poking at his pride like a thorn. His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a glint of something darker, something more dangerous. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, watching her with an intensity that made her heartbeat quicken.

"Oh really?" he drawled, his tone edged with a warning. "Is that what you think of me?"

Jungkook faced him with a smirk playing on her lips. "It's not what I think," she said, taking a step backward, her confidence rising. "It's what you've shown me, Mr Kim. All bark, no bite."

Taehyung didn't respond immediately. He just pushed off the wall, taking a single step toward her. Jungkook instinctively stepped back, her smirk faltering as she realized the shift.

"W-What?" Jungkook stammered, though she quickly composed herself, straightening her posture. "Am I wrong?"

Taehyung didn't answer.

Instead, his lips curved into a slow smile. He reached out, his strong fingers wrapping around Jungkook's wrist with a possessive grip. Then, he tugged her toward him, spinning her slightly so that her back collided with his broad chest.

The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, sending a shiver cascading down her spine. Taehyung leaned in, his lips brushing so close to her ear that Jungkook could feel the deep timbre of his voice before he even spoke.

"You think I pull away because I'm a coward?" Taehyung murmured, his tone velvety, dark. The rich vibration of his words settled over her skin like a caress, making her breath catch in her throat.

Jungkook's lips parted, but no words came out. Before she could gather her thoughts, she felt his mouth ghost along the curve of her ear, not quite touching but so close that it set her nerves alight.

"I pull away," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, "because if I didn't... you'd be begging for mercy before I was done."

Taehyung's words sent a jolt of electricity through her and her breath hitched audibly. His free hand slid down her arm, his fingertips trailing a teasing path along her sleeve. The touch ignited every nerve ending, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When his hand finally settled on her waist, his fingers splayed wide, possessively claiming her in a way that made her knees falter.

Taehyung noticed her slight wobble and tightened his grip, pulling her even closer until every curve of her body was flush against his. His chest rose and fell steadily behind her, a steady difference to her erratic breaths.

Jungkook's hands reaching up to clutch at the wrist that held her waist, not to push him away but to balance herself against the overwhelming vigour of his presence.

But Taehyung wasn't done.

He lowered his head, the tip of his nose brushing the sensitive skin of her neck, sending goosebumps skittering down her arms. His lips hovered there for a moment, and then, he placed the softest kiss just below her ear.

The wife's reaction was instantaneous—a sharp intake of breath, her fingers curling against his wrist. Taehyung's lips curved into a smirk against her skin. He didn't stop there. His kisses became bolder, trailing downward painfully slow, his mouth grazing the sensitive flushed neck before lingering there. His hand on her waist slid upward, skimming her ribcage with intentional slowness, his thumb grazing just beneath her bust.

"You're quiet now," he teased, his lips never leaving her skin. "Cat got your tongue, darling?"

"M-Mr Kim..." Jungkook finally managed to whisper, though her voice was shaky, her bravado from earlier completely cracked.

"Hmm?" He hummed against her skin, his teeth nipping lightly at the spot he had just kissed. The sensation was enough to make jungkook gasp and arch slightly against him, her body betraying her completely.

Taehyung's lips traveled lower, his kisses trailing toward her collarbone, where he sucked lightly before pulling back to admire the faint mark blooming on her skin.

"What was it you said? All bark, no bite?" He leaned back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes smoldering as they locked onto hers.

"Say that again, Mrs Kim. I dare you."

Her cherry-red lips parted to respond, but Jungkook didn't dare. Not when his hands were still resting possessively on her body, his lips already plotting their next move.

"Look," Taehyung murmured. His free hand reached for her chin, tilting it upward until her wide, doe-like eyes met their reflection.

The mirror reflected an image that was as intoxicating as it was arresting.

Jungkook's cheeks were flushed, a soft crimson spreading over her skin, while Taehyung stood behind her like a dark shadow—tall, confident, and utterly magnetic. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, only made him look more untamed, more dangerous. His sharp jawline flexed as he tilted his head slightly, a predator observing his prey.

Jungkook's gaze flickering away from the reflection. Her hands clenched at her sides, but even that small movement betrayed her as the delicate jingling of her bracelet filled the silence. The soft sound mock her composure, exposing her trembling fingers.

Taehyung chuckled, the deep timbre of his laugh vibrating against her back as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over her temple.

"What's the matter?" he teased, his voice a sinful caress. "Not so bold now, are you?"

Her head dipped slightly, her lashes fluttering as her gaze fell away from the mirror, unable to bear the raw intimacy reflected back at her.

But Taehyung wouldn't let her hide.

"Eyes up, Mrs Kim," he commanded softly, his tone a perfect blend of dominance and tenderness. "I want you to see exactly how much control you don't have right now."

His hand, adorned with several sleek silver rings, trailed from her waist to her hip, holding her firmly in place.

Jungkook swallowed hard, her reflection showing her attempts to maintain composure. Taehyung noticed her struggle and leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke.

"Do you see how beautiful you look?" he asked, his tone low and dangerously soft. "How perfect you are in my arms?"

Jungkook tore her eyes away, spinning on her heel to escape, turning her back to the mirror—and to him. But as she made her move, his hand darted out, gripping her wrist with a swiftness that made her gasp.

"Trying to run, Mrs. Kim?" he murmured, his voice a velvety drawl that sent a shiver coursing down her spine.

The cool metal of her bracelet pressed against his skin. The faint chiming of the charm caught the silence, the sound mocking her failed attempt at escape.

Taehyung's thumb brushed over the bracelet, lingering for a moment, his gaze darkening as if the cold metal only spurred him further.

"I wasn't running," Jungkook lied, her voice trembling but defiant.

A smirk curved his lips, dangerous and knowing. "No?" he challenged, stepping closer until the warmth of his body radiated against her back. "Then why are you trembling?"

"I'm not trembling,"

"Liar,"

Jungkook's breath hitched again when he tugged her wrist gently, forcing her to spin back toward him. She stumbled slightly, her palms pressing flat against his chest to stable herself. The heat beneath his shirt was undeniable, searing through her skin like a brand.

Jungkook opened her mouth to retort, but the words died in her throat when Taehyung's lips met her inner wrist, just above the bracelet. The gesture was slow, his gaze never leaving hers. Jungkook's teeth dug into her bottom lip as she tried, in vain, to remain still.

But the traitor bracelet betrayed her every tiny movement. Every single movement Jungkook made led this accessory to chime. She cursed herself inwardly.

Why did I wear this today?

It had seemed so innocent in the morning—just a pretty accessory, one she'd adored for its tiny details. But now, as she stood cornered, every sound it made felt like a traitor exposing her every nervous twitch.

Taehyung tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes flickered to the bracelet.

"This little thing," he mused, "is exposing you, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook pulled her arm back but his grip tightened just enough to keep her still. The bracelet chimed again, louder this time, and her cheeks flushed in humiliation.

"Stop moving," Jungkook hissed, flustered but the plea came out more like a command.

"Why would I?" Taehyung asked, his lips twitching into a wicked smile. He toyed with one of the charms, his thumb brushing over the delicate metal flower. "You're the one who wore it. You should've known I'd hear it every time you tried to escape."

Jungkook squirmed under his intense gaze. "It's just a bracelet," she muttered, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her. "I didn't think it would—"

"Didn't think it would tell me how much you're trembling?" he interrupted. "It's almost unfair. Even when you're trying to act tough, this gives you away."

Jungkook narrowed her eyes at him, defiance flickering in her expression despite her growing embarrassment. "I will take it off," she said, her fingers moving to undo the clasp but Taehyung's hand was already there, stopping her.

"Oh, no, Mrs. Kim," he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in close. "You're not getting rid of it. Not tonight."

The bracelet chimed softly as his thumb grazed over her wrist again, his gaze locking onto hers. Jungkook swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she realized just how much of an advantage the tiny piece of jewelry had given him.

She hated it now—its dainty beauty, its soft betrayal—but she hated even more the way his touch made her forget why she'd ever wanted to take it off.

Taehyung's dark eyes glinted mischievously as he grasped Jungkook's waist. She gasped, caught off guard, as he effortlessly lifted her and placed her on the dresser.

"Mr Kim!" she stammered, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for balance.

Taehyung leaned forward, his palms resting on either side of her, caging her in. His face was mere inches from hers. His lips quirked into a smirk as his eyes flicked down to her trembling hands on his chest.

"What's wrong? Didn't you just call me a coward?"

Jungkook's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she wasn't about to back down. Gathering her nerve, she arched an eyebrow and replied sassily, "I did. Prove me wrong if you can."

Before Jungkook could say, Taehyung's hands slid to her thighs, parting them gently as he stepped between them. The shift made her breath hitch and her fingers clutched Taehyung's shirt. His fingers splayed against the soft fabric of her dress as he leaned closer, their breaths mingling.

Taehyung's dark eyes lingered on hers for a moment longer before he slowly pulled away. Jungkook blinked, startled by the sudden space between them, her breath still caught in her throat.

But before she could question him, Taehyung began to move. Her heart leapt in her chest as she watched him lower himself—his tall frame folding with ease . Her lips parted in shock, her fingers trembling slightly as they loosened their grip on his shirt.

And then, he was there. On his knees.

Jungkook's mind reeled, confusion and disbelief swirling as she stared down at him. This wasn't the Taehyung she was used to. This was something else entirely—something raw, something intimate.

"M-Mr Kim," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "What... why are you?"

He didn't answer right away. His hands rested lightly on her knees. His gaze, however, was anything but gentle. It burned into hers with an intensity that made her want to squirm and look away, but she couldn't. She was trapped in his storm, unable to move, unable to think.

"For you,"

Her heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching at the simplicity of his reply. For her.

Jungkook swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "You don't... have to...do"

"I don't have to," he agreed. "But I want to."

His hands slid slightly higher on her thighs, his thumbs brushing over her dress sending shivers racing up her spine. Her hand moved to clutch at the edge of the dresser, her grip tight as if to steady herself against the storm that was Taehyung.

"For you, Mrs Kim," he whispered. "Only for you."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed, a soft crimson spreading over her skin. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself speechless, overwhelmed by the sight of him like this—so confident, so vulnerable, so utterly devoted.

This man—her husband, her everything—was on his knees not out of obligation, but because he chose to be.

For her.

And that thought alone was enough to leave her completely undone.

Taehyung's gaze never diverted from Jungkook. His fingers slid slowly down her leg, tracing her calf before they reached her ankle. Jungkook's breath hitched, her body tense but she remained perfectly still. She had never expected him to be so... tender. So deliberate with every movement.

Every touch was a wordless promise, as if he was telling her more than he could with just his voice.

"How?," Taehyung began, his voice softer now, with a tone of deep affection, "how you make these lifeless metal pieces so beautiful?" He paused for a moment, his thumb gently caressing the edge of a bracelet on her wrist.

"It's not just the jewels themselves... it's you who breathe life into them."

"These pieces—this gold, this silver—they're nothing but cold, lifeless metal without you. But when they touch your skin, when you wear them... they become something more. They become beautiful, because you make them beautiful, Jungkook."

Taehyung's eyes flickered down to the anklet for just a second, before meeting her gaze again. He caressed the anklet with the lightest touch, as though he were afraid it might break under his fingertips.

"They shine because of the way you hold them, the way you move, the way you breathe. They glow because you glow."

Jungkook's pulse quickened and she bit her lip, trying to hold onto the moment, unsure of what exactly was happening or how she was supposed to feel.

Taehyung's hands moved, carefully shifting from her anklet to her bare foot. His fingers gently cupped her heel, supporting it as he slowly lowered his lips to her skin. His warm breath sent a shiver up her spine and she held her breath as his lips brushed against her foot.

The softness of his kiss was a world away from the fiery passion that often portrayed their moments together.

This was something... quieter. More intimate.

His lips moved slowly as he kissed the arch of her foot. Jungkook's body tightened, her heart thudding in her chest. She couldn't help but curl her toes, his soft lips against her skin sending electric shocks through her.

Jungkook's hands moved to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, as she allowed herself to sink deeper into the moment. She could feel her body responding to his tender touch, the closeness, the way he was treating her as if she were something precious, something to be cherished.

Taehyung pulled away, his eyes never leaving hers, as if checking to see if she was okay. "Mrs. Kim,"

Jungkook didn't speak, only meeting his gaze. She didn't need to say anything. His actions spoke louder than any declaration could. The connection they shared in that moment was enough—more than enough.

Without thinking, she bent down, her fingers gently caressing his jaw, before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead. The tender touch was her unspoken response to everything he had just shown her.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at Taehyung, her fingers still lightly tracing his jaw as she searched his gaze. For a fleeting second, the room seemed to grow warmer, and Jungkook felt a soft flutter in her chest. 

Yet, beyond their awareness, an insidious presence stirred.

The poison of the poison hue flower began to awaken in Jungkook's bloodstream. It slithered like a silent predator, the venom twisting through her veins. Her body remained calm on the surface, no visible signs of the danger, but the poison was slowly taking hold.

Jungkook's hand dropped to Taehyung's shoulder, her head resting against his. Taehyung smiled softly, his arms encircling her, holding her close as if to shield her from the world.

As they remained entwined, unaware of the storm brewing inside her, Jungkook felt a faint uneasiness, almost like a cloud passing over her. She dismissed it, chalking it up to the rush of emotions swirling between them.

Then, Jungkook couldn't help herself, her foot shifted. It started as a gentle movement, her heel pressing lightly against his chest but the slight push turned into something more, a slow, intentional motion that made her heart race. She felt the heat of his body beneath her foot, the way his chest rose with each of her movements, and a wicked power surged within her.

The wife kept her eyes locked on his, a mischievous glint flickering in her gaze as she subtly pushed forward, her foot applying a delicate pressure against his chest. Taehyung didn't resist, his breath catching slightly at the unexpected yet tempting gesture.

There was something about her boldness—how Jungkook could shift so seamlessly from the shy, tender beauty he adored to someone who carried an unmistakable confidence that only heighten the intensity between them.

Her foot slid sensuously, over the fabric of his black silk shirt. The softness of her skin against him was both delicate and demanding, a silent invitation that Taehyung couldn't ignore.

Jungkook pressed her foot a little harder into his chest. She let out a teasing laugh, her gaze darkened with mischief.

"I didn't think you'd like being treated like this, Mr. Kim," Jungkook teased, her voice low, full of that daring sass she loved to put out.

Taehyung's eyes locked onto hers, a fire flickering in their depths but he didn't move. He allowed her to take the lead, captivated by the boldness in her actions. His hands clenched at his sides, but there was something in his gaze that made it clear he wasn't about to fight her—he was simply watching, waiting, knowing that this was only part of the dance they'd started.

The color difference between her pale skin and the dark silk was like a divine contrast, and it only made Jungkook feel more alive, more daring.

His gaze didn't leave hers as he spoke in a voice that was all low growl. "You're pushing your luck, Mrs. Kim. But keep going... and I'll show you just how much I like it."

Jungkook smirked, taking a small step forward with her foot, brushing against his neckline. Her breath hitched as she felt his muscles tense under her touch. She was in control but the way he watched her—patient, dangerous—was a clear reminder that he was the one truly in charge here.

"I didn't realize you had such a soft spot for a little teasing, Mr. Kim," jungkook teased, her voice dripping with sass.

Taehyung's lips curved into a dangerous smile, the kind that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. He tilted his head slightly, his dark hair falling over his forehead, shadowing his smoldering gaze.

"And what makes you think I wouldn't, Mrs. Kim?" he rumbled, his voice deep, roughened with desire.

Jungkook's breath hitched, but she refused to falter, her own confidence unwavering. Her toes curled slightly against his chest, the pressure increasing as she leaned back, letting the hem of her dress shift to reveal more of her bare legs.

Her lips parted in a coy smile, her eyes daring him to break the invisible line she'd drawn.

A flash of desire flickered in Taehyung's eyes, his lips pressing into a thin line as he leaned in closer. He reached up and grabbed her ankle, his fingers firm, almost possessive. He leaned forward and placed his lips softly against her foot.

Jungkook's breath hitched at the sudden contact, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his lips against the smoothness of her skin. His hands cupped her feet gently, his tan fingers enveloping the soft, pale arches of her feet, sending a rush of tingling sensations up her legs.

The contrast between their skin—his warm, sun-kissed complexion against the softness of her flushed, pale skin—was intoxicating.

It was a difference that only heighten the intensity of the moment.

Taehyung's lips brushed over the top of her foot. His hands shifted, pulling her closer, and with each kiss, he made sure to show just how much he adored every inch of her. .

Jungkook's breath quickened, her heart racing as she felt his lips move along the curve of her foot, the pressure of his kiss both delicate and fierce. It was as though he was marking her, claiming every part of her without words.

"Mr Kim..." Jungkook whispered breathlessly, her voice shaky, unsure of what to say or how to feel in this moment.

Taehyung didn't respond verbally; instead, he kissed her feet with even more fervor, his lips worshipping her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. His hands tightened around her foot, as if holding her in place, his body leaning closer as he became more immersed in the sensation.

The tenderness was quickly giving way to something more untamed, his hands gripping her legs more firmly now, his thumbs pressing into her skin. His movements turned bolder as his gaze flicked back to hers, eyes hooded with desire.

Jungkook shifted slightly on the vanity, her hands gripping the edge for stability.

His lips continuing their path up her calf, planting open-mouthed kisses that grew hotter, wetter, and more insistent. His teeth grazed her skin once, then again, as if he couldn't help himself. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he paused, his forehead resting against her knee, his grip tightening.

His hands slid up her thighs now, his thumbs kneading the soft flesh as if grounding himself—or perhaps keeping her from moving away.

His lips hovered over her knee, his breath hot against her skin. "You make me want to worship you... and ruin you at the same time," he confessed, his voice rough and honest, sending shivers down her spine.

The contradiction of his words left her completely undone, her hands gripping the vanity tighter as he continued his ascent, his touch and gaze leaving her utterly breathless.

Taehyung's fingers stilled on Jungkook's thighs, his breath uneven as his gaze lifted to meet hers. His dark eyes wage a battle within themselves—a storm caught between the fierce desire to claim her and the tender need to cherish her.

"The way you undo me... The way every look, every breath of yours makes me want to fall at your feet and worship you as if you're something divine."

"And yet..." His voice faltered, his jaw clenching as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the fabric of Jungkook's dress. "There's this other part of me—this selfish, maddening part—that wants to ruin you. To leave marks only I can leave, to make you mine in ways no one could ever forget."

His hands gripped her thighs tighter, a frustrated growl rumbling in his chest as he tried to suppress the primal need threatening to take over.

"And then," Taehyung whispered, his voice dropping into something softer, more fragile, "there's this part of me that can't bear the thought of hurting you. That wants nothing more than to kiss you... with a touch so soft, so gentle, it would feel like the first time every time."

Jungkook's chest tightened at his words, her heart caught between the softness and the ferocity of his confession. She was trembling under his touch, her fingers gripping the vanity for stability as she tried to steady herself.

"How do I choose, Jungkook?" he murmured, his voice almost breaking. "How do I balance this madness inside me—the need to cherish you like you're the most precious thing in the world and the need to claim you like you're mine and only mine?"

The rawness in his voice made Jungkook want to reach for him, to tell him that she felt it too—that she wanted it just as badly. But she couldn't find the words.

She was caught in the storm of emotions swirling around them.

"You don't have to choose," Jungkook whispered, her voice carrying a confidence that rivaled the pounding of her heart.

"You can be both. Ruin me... cherish me... adore me in all the ways only you can. I'm yours, Mr Kim."

Her words were like a match to kindling.

Taehyung let out a shuddering breath, his grip on her thighs firming as his lips finally pressed against her skin, leaving a soft kiss just above her knee. The tenderness of it made her tremble, but it was quickly followed by a heat that surged through her veins as his lips moved higher, his touch growing bolder.

Jungkook's body arched slightly, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging gently as she tried to ground herself amidst the chaos he was stirring within her.

The pastel pink dress she wore, a soft, flowing fabric cascading over her curves like liquid silk. Thin straps rested delicately on her shoulders, holding the dress in place as it dipped into a sweetheart neckline that hugged her bust perfectly. The fabric hinted at the swell of her chest, the light pastel tone making her skin glow like porcelain under the soft lighting.

The bodice of the dress was snug, highlighting her slender waist before flaring out into a flowy long skirt. The hemline swayed gently with every subtle movement she made, teasingly revealing glimpses of her toned legs.

Taehyung slowly slid up the silky fabric of her dress. The material pooled over his knuckles as it rose higher, bunching around her thighs. The gentle swish of the fabric gave way to smooth, buttery skin, the contrast between the soft pastel and her bare legs making her even more alluring.

The dress was now gathered around her hips, clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every dip and curve. Taehyung's gaze roamed upward, lingering on the way the bodice framed her chest, the slight rise and fall of her breathing drawing his focus.

He was captivated by the sight of her—ethereal, breathtaking, and utterly intoxicating.

"M-Mr Kim!" Jungkook gasped, her hands pushing at his chest, though it was a weak attempt, her strength faltering under the emotions he stirred in her.

"Tell me to stop," he dared. "If you don't want me to ruin you right here, right now, tell me to stop. I'll walk away."

Walk Away!

Jungkook's romantic mood evaporated in an instant.

The words hit her like ice water, shattering the warmth that had settled around them. Anger flared in her chest and without thinking, she shoved him harder, the frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Yes, walk away," Jungkook snapped, her voice tight with annoyance. "That's exactly what you do! Get all worked up, act all intense and then... then you just walk away!"

Taehyung blinked surprised by Jungkook's actions. Jungkook gave him a tiny shove, her hands barely managing to push against his chest as she tried to get some space, but it only made her feel even more worked up. Her voice was light but tinged with a frustrated edge.

"I can't even—how dare you tease me like this?"

Jungkook shifted on the dresser, her legs dangling slightly, trying to look at him with the most annoyed expression she could muster. But the way he was kneeling in front of her, his eyes still so intense, made her words falter.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but this—this back-and-forth is driving me crazy!" Jungkook let out a frustrated puff of air, throwing her hands in the air. "One minute you're all sweet and then—then you hit me with that line! What do you want from me, huh?"

A tiny punch landed on Taehyung's shoulder, though it didn't hold any real force. Jungkook's anger was cute in its innocence but her irritation was genuine. She was trying to stay mad, but it was hard, especially with the way Taehyung was looking at her.

"Ugh, you make me so mad, Mr. Kim!" Jungkook whined, her voice sweet but heavy with her frustration.

Taehyung didn't back away. Instead, he leaned in just slightly, his lips curling into that signature cocky grin.

"You don't seem mad to me, Mrs. Kim. More like... frustrated."

Jungkook's fingers curled into the edge of the vanity, the proximity leaving her almost breathless. She huffed again, but this time it was more of a shy frustration, a soft sound that showed she wasn't actually mad at all.

"The things you do make me want to be taken by you in bed. Mercilessly," Jungkook blurted out, her eyes wide as soon as she realized what she had just said. The words hung in the air, a shocking confession that left her breathless.

Taehyung's eyes went wide for a split second, his breath catching in his throat as the words sank in. The teasing grin that had been playing on his lips faded into something far more serious, more hungry. His gaze locked onto Jungkook's, every ounce of control slipping away.

Jungkook's face flushed a deep crimson, her heart racing in her chest, her mouth dry from the admission that had escaped her lips. She immediately regretted it, but there was no taking it back now.

"I—" Jungkook started, but her voice faltered, unsure of what to say next. The words she had thrown out hung in the air, like a challenge she hadn't meant to issue but now couldn't take back.

Taehyung didn't speak immediately.

Instead, he took a step closer, his body now practically hovering over hers. His hand moved trailing along her thigh where her dress had already bunched up. "You want to be taken. in bed... mercilessly, is that right?"

"Mr Kim," jungkook squeaked, her tone wobbling between a plea and a warning.

"Mm, that's not an answer," he teased, his thumb brushing against her skin, his touch light but searing. His other hand moved to cup her jaw, tilting her face up so she couldn't escape his gaze.

"What was that you said earlier? About me driving you crazy? About wanting me in bed? Mercilessly?" He dragged out the last word, savoring it, his voice dripping with amusement and desire.

"Shut Up!"

"You've made your confession, Mrs Kim. Now let me make you feel it."

Jungkook's pulse hammered in her chest as the moment hit her full force. There was no escaping this, no going back. Her words had ignited something in Taehyung, and now she was about to feel the consequences of what she'd just confessed.

Jungkook was done.

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