🥀 66. Flowers, Dress and Proposal?

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Jungkook sat in her cabin, air conditioning filling the silent room except for keyboard keys. Her desk was perfectly aligned with documents and a cup of steaming coffee was placed to the side.

She was the picture of professionalism—or at least she was supposed to be.

Her fingers hovered over her keyboard to continue typing her report, but her mind was a million miles away. It started with a simple flash—a memory of Taehyung's hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear last night. His touch had been so light that it sent shivers down her spine even now.

Her cheeks flushed instantly. "Focus, Jungkook," she whispered, shaking her head and glaring at the screen as if it were the culprit.

But the memory refused to be ignored. It wasn't just how his fingers had lingered against her skin; it was how he had looked at her like she was the most precious thing in his world.

That gaze—it had melted her completely.

Her fingers hesitated on the keyboard, her mind betraying her as snippets of last night's intimacy crept into her consciousness. Taehyung's deep, velvety voice replayed in her memory. A shiver ran down her spine, and a blush crept up her neck, blooming across her cheeks.

Jungkook tried to refocus on the screen, scrolling through the report she was supposed to review, but the task quickly lost its significance as another image surfaced—Taehyung's stupidly handsome smirk as he leaned closer, his gaze filled with a tenderness that made her heart race.

The report? Forgotten.

Why does he have to be so perfect? Jungkook wondered, her mind filling with every little detail about him.

Her heart fluttered uncontrollably at the thought. "Ugh, stop it," she muttered, burying her face in her hands. She felt like a lovesick teenager, giggling and blushing over every little thing.

But it was useless.

The more she tried to stop, the more her mind replayed the way his lips had brushed against hers—soft at first, then growing more insistent, more consuming. She leaned back in her chair, her hands falling to her lap as she stared at the ceiling, a dreamy smile tugging at her lips.

"Get a grip," Jungkook told herself, though the blush on her cheeks said otherwise. She spun her chair slightly, fidgeting with a pen as she continued to daydream.

How can someone be so unfairly attractive and sweet at the same time?

Jungkook's gaze wandered from the glowing screen in front of her to her wrist, where a delicate bracelet gleamed under the office light. The dainty chain shimmered faintly, adorned with tiny flower charms that swayed gently with every movement of her hand. She let her fingers drift over the cool metal, tracing the intricate designs.

A soft smile danced across her lips, and her heart fluttered as the memory of last night flooded her mind.

"How? How do you make these lifeless metal pieces so beautiful?"

"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."

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

The sincerity in his voice had left her speechless. Jungkook's fingers moved over the bracelet again. Her breath caught in her throat as she glanced down at the bracelet once more, the tiny flowers twinkling as if they, too, had come alive.

Maybe it wasn't just the charm itself—maybe it was the love behind it, the moments, the glances, the moments when nothing needed to be said.

Jungkook chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Why does he always know exactly what to say?"

Jungkook sighed, resting her chin on her palm as she stared at her bracelet, her thoughts drifting back to the way Taehyung always noticed the little things about her. He didn't just see the obvious—her face, her clothes, her demeanor—but also the subtle parts of her that others often overlooked.

To him, Jungkook wasn't just someone wearing beautiful things. She was the beauty that gave meaning to them.

She glanced at her reflection in the polished surface of her desk, her bracelet catching the light and sparkling faintly. For a moment, she saw herself the way Taehyung must see her—radiant, captivating and endlessly adored.

But then, something shifted.

A strange heaviness settled in her chest, slowly at first, then building, as if an unseen weight was pressing down on her. Her thoughts began to cloud, replaced with an unfamiliar unease. She frowned slightly, her fingers slowing their motion on the bracelet. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a dizziness starting to take hold.

Jungkook blinked, confused. She tried to shake off the feeling but it only intensified. Her vision began to blur around the edges, a strange sensation spreading through her limbs.

What's happening? Jungkook thought, her mind racing to make sense of it.

Her heart thudded against her ribcage, faster and faster. She grabbed the edge of her desk but the world still felt unsteady. Jungkook's fingers moved towards her phone to call Taehyung.

Just as quickly as the sensation had hit, it began to dissipate, leaving Jungkook breathless, her heart still racing in confusion. The suffocating weight in her chest lifted, the dizziness fading as though it had never been there at all. Her vision cleared, and the strange tingling that had gripped her body ebbed away.

What just... Jungkook shook her head slightly, trying to gather her thoughts, but they felt clouded, disjointed.

One minute, she'd been in the warmth of her daydreams, recalling Taehyung's gentle words and their intimate moments, and the next, she had been caught in some... episode.

The uncertainty made her feel out of control.

Was I imagining it? Jungkook wondered, but deep down, she knew something had happened. She couldn't explain it, couldn't put it into words, but it felt real.

It felt... dangerous, and yet it had vanished as suddenly as it had arrived.

But the confusion lingered.

Jungkook leaned back in her chair, blinking away the remnants of the confusion, but her thoughts refused to quiet. Her fingers reached for the bracelet once again, tracing the flowers as if to find some stability in the chaos.

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A few Hours later~~

Jungkook walked down the hallway, a bundle of spiral files tucked neatly under her arm. The usual noise of the office surrounded her, conversation and clattering keyboards filling the air. Her mind was focused on the task at hand, the documents needing her attention, but as she neared the office canteen, her steps faltered.

There was an unexpected commotion—voices and laughter that caught her attention.

Her brow furrowed. An emergency?

She quickened her pace, curiosity piqued, and turned the corner toward the lounge area, her eyes scanning the space as she pushed open the door.

But what she saw wasn't what she had anticipated.

There, in the middle of the canteen, one of her employees—a young man—was kneeling on the floor, holding a small velvet box in his hand. His eyes were locked on the girl standing before him, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she gazed down at him in surprise and joy.

The room had fallen silent, everyone holding their breath in the softest anticipation. Jungkook stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening slightly as the realization hit her.

It was a proposal.

The crowd of coworkers surrounding the couple were hooting with excitement and the couple's radiance only added charm to the moment.

"Will you marry me?" His voice was steady, despite the nervousness in his eyes, as he held out the ring. The girl's hands flew to her mouth, a gasp escaping her lips as her flushed cheeks became even redder.

Jungkook watched the tender moment unfold. Her heart melted at the sight, and she couldn't help but smile softly to herself.

The girl nodded eagerly, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Yes! Yes, of course!"

A soft "Aww" slipped from her lips, her smile widening as she crossed her arms over her chest. The room erupted in cheers and applause, the couple enveloped in showers of congratulations and joyful exclamations.

"What's going on here?"

The sharp tone echoed through the canteen, making everyone freeze.

Heads turned toward the entrance, where the unmistakable figure of Mr. Kim Taehyung stood, his tall frame framed by the door. The environment immediately shifted from joyful to uneasy as his piercing gaze swept over the room.

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly.  She glanced at the couple, still standing there in the center of the room, their hands locked together, unsure of how to react. They were clearly caught off guard by Taehyung's sudden entrance, their joyful moment now toughened with uncertainty.

The employees who had been celebrating immediately straightened, their cheerful expressions faltering. They knew Taehyung well enough to recognize that when he spoke, it was serious.

The young man who had been proposing, still kneeling on the floor with the engagement ring in his hand, seemed to hesitate, unsure whether to stay on one knee or stand up. The girl beside him, still flushed looked over at Taehyung with wide eyes.

Taehyung took a few steps forward, his eyes lingering on the young couple still standing in the center. His gaze shifted between them, assessing the scene before him with the usual sharpness.

"Did you said yes?"

The girl hesitated under his gaze. She bit her lip nervously, glancing down at the young man beside her before meeting Taehyung's eyes. Her hands trembled slightly but she gathered the courage to speak.

"Y-yes," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I said yes."

Taehyung gave a single, approving nod, his gaze flicking to the young man who stood at her side, then back to the girl.

"Congratulations,"

The room collectively exhaled, the tension diffusing slightly with Taehyung's unexpected words. The couple exchanged a glance, their nervousness melting into shy relief as they processed his congratulatory remark.

"Thank you, sir," the young man managed to say. The girl beside him nodded eagerly, her earlier trepidation replaced by a radiant smile.

Taehyung's expression softened as he continued.

"However," he added, his tone resuming its authoritative edge, "let this moment serve as a reminder. Personal matters, while important, should not disrupt the workplace. Keep your celebrations brief and save the rest for after hours."

The couple quickly nodded. "Of course, Mr. Kim. We're sorry for any disruption."

Satisfied, Taehyung stepped back, he turned slightly to address the remaining employees.

"This isn't an excuse to slack off. Everyone, back to your posts."

The murmurs of acknowledgment rippled through the canteen as employees began dispersing, some sneaking glances at Taehyung and others offering the couple quiet congratulations on their way out.

Jungkook couldn't help but admire the way Taehyung had handled the situation. His mix of stern professionalism and subtle grace was... frustratingly attractive.

Taehyung didn't stay long enough to offer further words. As he turned toward the exit, his eyes landed on Jungkook.

For a brief second, their gazes locked.

Jungkook felt a shiver run down her spine. His dark eyes held hers, not with the authority he projected to the room but with something deeper—something only she recognized.

Her breath hitched.

Why hadn't he done that for me?

The thought hit her like a wave, unbidden and sudden. She clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening around the files she held.

Her heart thudded in her chest, and for a moment, it felt like the walls of the office space were closing in on her. Jungkook had always admired Taehyung for his composure, for his strength, but now, she couldn't help the pang of longing that twisted in her stomach.

Why not me?

The thought echoed in her head. There was no denying it. Despite the softness he had shown her last night, despite the tenderness, there was something inside her that craved the display of his devotion, the kind that the young couple had just shared.

There was a part of her—a small, rebellious part—that longed for the fairy tale.

Flowers. A beautiful dress. A heartfelt confession.

But there had been no grand declaration for her. Only whispered words in the quiet night, promises spoken in the dark and tenderness that came when no one was looking.

Jungkook's heart twisted. She should be grateful for what they had, for the intimate moments he reserved only for her.

But the longing refused to be silenced.

Jungkook shifted on her feet, her gaze following him as he made his way to the exit, his steps unhurried. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, frustration and a deep, aching want.

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The angry wife stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floors as the bundle of files clutched tightly in her hands. She was angry—furious, even—but it wasn't the kind of rage that would explode outward.

Jungkook reached Taehyung's office door and pushed it open without knocking. The room was just as it always was—impeccably tidy. The faint smell of his musky cologne lingered in the air that always made her feel warm inside.

But right now, Jungkook couldn't care less about his scent.

Taehyung was seated at his desk with his sleeves rolled up and a pen poised in his hand. He looked up from the document he was signing. His sharp eyes softened the moment they landed on her.

"Files," Jungkook said sharply, walking up to his desk and dropping the bundle with a little more force than necessary. She didn't meet his eyes but her anger was palpable in the stiff way she moved.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching slightly. He knew his wife too well—knew the little things that set her off, even when she tried to mask them. He wasn't one to push, though, so he simply nodded and gestured to the files.

"Thank you," he said quietly, his voice smooth but his gaze lingered on her making Jungkook's heart race in a way she hadn't expected.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, finally meeting his eyes.

"I saw something today," Jungkook started, her tone casual, but there was an underlying edge. "A proposal, a guy—on his knees, with a ring, asking a girl to marry him. All that stuff." She paused, her gaze darting between Taehyung and the floor, not quite meeting his eyes.

"And?" Taehyung's voice was low, but there was a teasing quality in it now. He leaned back in his chair, clearly waiting for her to say more.

"You owe me an explanation!"

Taehyung raised a brow, feigning ignorance. "An explanation? For what, exactly?"

"For—" Jungkook paused, her cheeks flushing as she searched for the words. "For not proposing to me like that!"

Taehyung blinked, and then, much to her irritation, his smirk turned into a full grin.

"Oh? Is that what this is about?" he teased, folding his arms across his chest.

Jungkook huffed, her frustration mounting. "Don't 'oh' me, Kim Taehyung! I just saw a man go down on one knee, in front of everyone, confessing his love in the most romantic way possible! Meanwhile..."

She trailed off, her voice faltering as she felt anger and embarrassment. "Meanwhile, I don't even have a story like that to tell," she finished, her voice softer now, her pout making her look like a sulking child.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly against his desk with a faint smirk. "And who, may I ask, do you want to tell this story to?"

Without thinking, Jungkook blurted out, "To our kids, of course!"

The room fell into a silence so sudden and so heavy, it felt like the air had been sucked out. Taehyung's smirk vanished instantly, his eyes widening in shock as if someone had just short-circuited his brain.

Jungkook froze, realizing what she had just said. Her cheeks turned scarlet as she desperately tried to backtrack, waving her hands in frantic motions.

"I mean, not like we—um—not right now or anything! Just... you know, in the far, far future. Hypothetical kids!"

"For the kids, huh?"

Taehyung raised an amused eyebrow, his lips twitching as he fought back a smile. He stood up from his chair and rounded the desk at last, leaned casually against the desk, crossing his arms as he watched Jungkook pace the room like a storm brewing in an otherwise calm sky.

"What am I supposed to say when they ask? Huh? Should I just tell them That their father practically kidnapped their mother for marriage?" Jungkook threw her hands up dramatically, spinning on her heel to glare at him.

"Does that sound like a romantic tale to you, Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung's lips quirked upward, but he remained silent, his dark eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.

"And what about courting, hmm?" Jungkook continued, her voice rising slightly. "No flowers, no cute dates, no heartfelt confessions. Not even a hint of romance. Just straight to 'I want you to marry me.'"

Jungkook mimicked his deep voice in an exaggerated tone, waving her hands before huffing loudly. Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing outright.

"I don't think I sounded like that," he said, stepping closer.

"Oh, you totally did!" Jungkook shot back, her eyes narrowing. "And what about the wedding, huh? No magical moments to gush about. Just a rushed ceremony because Mr. Kim was too impatient to wait."

Taehyung finally let out a soft laugh, reaching out to gently catch her wrist as she gestured wildly.

"Impatient, was I?" he murmured, pulling her a step closer.

"Yes!" Jungkook huffed, though her voice lost some of its edge as he drew her into his orbit. "What kind of example does that set?"

Taehyung smirked, his hands sliding to rest on her waist. "It sets the example that when you know, you don't waste time," he said smoothly, his deep voice wrapping around her like a velvet ribbon.

Jungkook froze, her cheeks heating as her heart betrayed her by skipping a beat. "That's—that's not the point," she stammered, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as his gaze bore into hers.

Taehyung tilted his head slightly, his smirk softening into something more tender. "Oh, isn't it?" he teased, his fingers lightly tracing circles on her waist. "I think it's exactly the point, Mrs. Kim. When you're certain about someone you don't wait. You just act."

Jungkook's breath hitched, her lips parting as she tried to formulate a response, but her mind was suddenly blank. Her hands curled on his chest to push him away, but instead, they stayed there, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palms.

"But since it bothers you so much, let's say I make it up to you."

Jungkook blinked, caught off guard. "Make it up to me? How?"

Taehyung shrugged, his expression deceptively casual. "We can have the whole thing if you want. Flowers, confessions, a grand proposal—whatever your heart desires, Mrs. Kim."

Her jaw dropped. "You're kidding."

"I'm not," Taehyung said smoothly, his eyes twinkling. "We can redo it all. I'll court you properly. Woo you. Sweep you off your feet. You name it, and it's yours."

Jungkook stared at him, her heart swelling despite herself. She wanted to stay mad, she really did, but he was making it incredibly difficult.

"You can't redo a wedding." she said softly, though a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Who said anything about redoing the wedding?" Taehyung countered, leaning in until their noses were almost touching. "I'm talking about making new memories. For us. For the hypothetical kids."

Jungkook's cheeks warmed at his words, her heart doing a little flip. She tried to keep her composure, but Taehyung's gaze and smirk made it nearly impossible. "New memories?"

"Exactly," Taehyung said, his tone earnest but with a teasing lilt. "We'll give them stories worth telling. Stories about how their dad went all out to show their mom just how much he adores her."

Her lips quirked upward despite her efforts to appear unimpressed. Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Big words for someone who practically kidnapped me."

Taehyung chuckled, his hands gently sliding down her arms until they rested lightly on her fingers. "Desperate times, Mrs. Kim,"

Jungkook felt something stirring inside her—a longing, yes, but also a deep satisfaction, knowing that despite his usual silence and composure, Taehyung was exactly what she needed.

"Alright, Mr. Kim," she whispered, "show me."

Taehyung flicked his fingers, and in an instant, the office door clicked shut, the surroundings transforming before her eyes.

The professional space began to change into a breathtaking scene. A soft light casting a golden glow over blooming flowers summoned by magic. The walls and the ceiling began to adorn with vines and delicate petals.

The room was nothing short of a fairytale.

Soft golden light filtered through sheer curtains. The air started to fill with the delicate fragrance of fresh blossoms—roses, peonies, and lilacs in shades of blush pink, creamy ivory, and soft lavender. Butterflies flickered gently among the floral arrangements, their colourful wings glowing as they danced in the mist that floated like a veil over the grass-like flooring.

The entire room had been transformed into a living, breathing garden of Jungkook's dreams.

It was as if nature itself had conspired to create this enchanting scene.

Every detail seemed plucked from the depths of Jungkook's dream—the delicate fairy lights woven among the flowers and the mist clung to the ground, giving the room an otherworldly quality.

Jungkook's eyes widened, her heart racing as she took in the beauty of it all. She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips.

The angry took a hesitant step forward, the sound of her footsteps got muffled by the grass. Her gaze was drawn to the figure in the center of the room. Taehyung stood amidst it all. His navy suit contrasted sharply with the soft, romantic setting, yet somehow, he looked like he belonged there—as if he was the piece that made everything come alive.

When she finally reached him, his dark, piercing eyes locking onto hers. Jungkook froze, her heart racing at the intensity in his gaze.

And then, in a movement so graceful it made her breath hitch, Taehyung knelt.

One knee pressed against the lush grass, the other bent elegantly as he lowered himself before her. His hands reached for hers. He held her hand gently, as though it were made of porcelain, his fingers warm against her skin. His fingers curled around hers sent a jolt of electricity up her arm, making her pulse race.

It was so unexpected, so different.

Jungkook opened her mouth to speak but the words died on her lips as she found herself staring down at him. The way he looked at her made her pulse race in a completely different way than before.

The mist swirled around them, the butterflies' floated closer, their movements as mesmerizing as Taehyung's presence.

Taehyung brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. His lips lingered there, making her knees tremble beneath her. He didn't pull away immediately, and when he finally lifted his head, his eyes were deeper, brimming with emotions so raw that they left her breathless.

"Mrs. Kim," Taehyung began, his deep voice filling the hush around them.

"I may have been impatient before. Rushed, even, because of the circumstances that brought us together. But if I had my time again, if I could change anything..." His thumb brushed over her knuckles, a touch so tender it made her chest ache. "I would make this moment exactly as you deserve it. Perfect. Just like you."

Jungkook felt her heart stutter in her chest, her breath shallow as his words seeped into her very soul. Her cheeks burned and a warmth spread through her entire body, leaving her lightheaded. Her knees felt weak beneath her, threatening to give way.

The sincerity in Taehyung's voice, the way his eyes bore into hers as if she were the only person in his world—it was overwhelming.

Too much, yet not enough.

Taehyung's lips parted again, the corners of his mouth tilting into the faint smile.

"I love—"

But before the words could fully escape him, Jungkook felt the room tilt. Her vision blurred slightly, the golden light flickering as she felt dizzy.

"Mr. Kim..." Jungkook whispered, her voice was fragile, like a thread about to snap. Her knees buckled beneath her, and the world around her spun.

Taehyung's entire demeanour shifted in an instant as he stood up hurriedly. The vulnerability that had softened his expression moments ago was replaced by sharp alarm. Her name fell from his lips in a frantic whisper, "Mrs Kim?"

His dark eyes widened as he watched her body falter, her hand reaching out instinctively to steady herself against his shoulder. The contact was brief, her grip weak, and she began to crumple like a flower wilting under too much weight.

"Mrs Kim," he said again, his tone more urgent as his arms caught her just before she could collapse completely.

Taehyung pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her trembling frame. Her forehead brushed against his chest, and he could feel the faint quakes running through her body.

The warmth of Taehyung's body was like a lifeline, balancing Jungkook even as the world around her continued to spin. His breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling against hers. She tried to focus on Taehyung's voice, but it sounded distant, muffled, like it was coming from underwater.

"Mrs Kim," His hands gripped her face, tilting her head so their eyes met.

She blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering like fragile wings. Her glassy eyes met his for a fleeting moment before drifting shut again. "I... I don't feel..." Her words trailed off into an unintelligible mumble.

"Just stay still for a minute," Taehyung insisted, guiding her gently to sit on the nearby couch. He sat down beside her, still watching her. "Take a deep breath."

Jungkook did as he asked, her chest rising and falling slowly. Her body felt heavy, and for a brief moment, she just let herself close her eyes, allowing his presence to anchor her.

The magic that had once enveloped the room began to vanish, replaced by a heavy unease.

Taehyung's mind raced. Was it the exhaustion? The stress? Had she pushed herself too far?

The concern that bloomed in his chest grew into fear, clouding his usual composure. He couldn't ignore the sinking feeling that something wasn't right. Taehyung pulled back slightly to look at her face. Her eyes were closed. He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

His hand guided her to lean against him as he reached for the water bottle on the coffee table. He unscrewed the cap and tilted it toward her lips, urging her to sip slowly.

"Just a little," he said, his voice laced with concern.

Jungkook parted her lips obediently, the cool water trickling into her mouth. It felt like a lifeline, but even that small action seemed to drain her. Her hand lifted weakly to grasp his wrist for support, her fingers trembling.

When she'd taken enough, he set the bottle aside and wiped a stray droplet from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered closed again after a moment, exhaustion still lingering on her features. The water was cold against her throat, but it felt calming as it trickled down.

"Rest for a moment," he murmured while running his hand over her hair.

But then, he felt her body tense, her breaths becoming uneven. Her brows furrowed, and her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her head lolled to the side and before he could react, she convulsed forward.

It happened so fast. Jungkook vomited suddenly, the mess soaking his shirt and suit jacket, but Taehyung didn't flinch.

"Mrs Kim!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking with fear as her body sagged further, the last traces of her strength giving way.

Her eyes fluttered closed when she lost consciousness. The sight of her sent a cold wave of fear crashing over him.

"Jungkook!" Taehyung's voice broke as he shifted her in his arms, cradling her protectively.

Without a second thought, he gently placed her on the couch in his office, grabbing a tissue to clean her face. His hands were trembling as he wiped away the remnants from her lips, his heart pounding violently in his chest.

Taehyung's chest tightened as he took in her pale complexion, the faint rise and fall of her chest the only sign of life.

The sight of her so vulnerable was like a dagger to his heart.

The once-confident and composed Taehyung was gone, replaced by a man terrified of losing the one person who mattered most to him.

The golden light of the room now felt harsh against the tender scene. The flowers that once seemed vibrant and alive now felt like mere decorations, their beauty paling in comparison to the fragile figure resting in his arms.

His thumb brushed against her cheek again. With every shallow breath she took, Taehyung felt his own heart clench.

And in that moment, the ever-stoic Mr. Kim Taehyung was not a CEO, not a powerful figurehead, but simply a man who couldn't bear the thought of a life without his wife whom he loved.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Author's Note:

How do you all imagine Jungkook and Taehyung in this fic?
I mean, like in which type of clothes and features?