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If you give Jungkook two options—either to vanish or poke everyone's eyes—she would happily choose the second one.

Because the reason was reasoning.

The hot look of her husband, the very one she had been swooning over just this morning, now felt like a thorn in her eyes. Six hours had passed since they stepped into the office and Jungkook had lost count of the eyes that had shamelessly checked out her husband.

Jungkook was happy and glowing even after receiving the package of her books when they walked into the office together. But as the day went on, she began to notice something that made her blood boil—the stares. Women all around the office were shamelessly looking at Taehyung.

It wasn't just a glance; it was the look that made Jungkook's stomach twist and turn.

Jungkook felt possessiveness bubble inside her, like a protective bear ready to defend its cub. Her brows furrowed and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, shooting daggers with her eyes at anyone who dared to look at her husband.

"Oh no, not my Ice cube," she thought, her cheeks puffing up in annoyance. Her heart raced and she felt like a double bunny, ready to leap at anyone who tried to get too close to him.

They weren't looking at him, they were practically checking him out.

At first, it had been pride—pride in having such a capable, strong, and handsome husband.

But as the hours passed, that pride twisted into something else—jealousy. The memory of those employees gossiping and drooling over him made her blood simmer. How they looked at him and spoke about him—it made her want to storm back into the hallway and claim him in front of them all.

Whenever someone glanced in Taehyung's direction, Jungkook's grip on her pen tightened. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, annoyance bubbling under her skin.

And then, it morphed—jealousy gave way to possessiveness.

Her possessiveness flared up with each shameless gaze. Did they not have work to do? she thought, her jaw clenched.

No one else should be allowed to look at him like that. The Taehyung those employees fawned over wasn't just some office heartthrob—he was her husband, the man she shared her life with.

Kim Taehyung was Kim Jungkook's.

And Taehyung was blissfully unaware, he continued his day as usual. his calm actions make Jungkook more infuriating. He had no idea that his different presence was wreaking havoc on Jungkook's insides.

If one more person so much as looked at him...

Jungkook's knuckles whitened as she gripped her pen harder, mind filled with irrational thoughts of claiming Taehyung as hers in front of the entire office. She glared at the female intern who had just done a double-take as she passed him.

Did she seriously look back? Jungkook's eyes narrowed, her irritation rising with each glance thrown his way.

Her mind raced.

How could they not see her standing right there, a mere 5-foot human, clearly his pretty wife? Was she invisible? The way these women acted like she didn't exist, like Taehyung was fair game. Jungkook huffed, her cheeks puffing out in frustration as she continued to glare.

Respect the person, people! Jungkook's thoughts screamed.

Beside her, Taehyung remained his usual self. His gaze didn't flicker toward the wandering eyes or the attention he was receiving, instead, he was focusing on his phone, on the task he was completing, completely unfazed.

Jungkook's eyes drifted over to Taehyung, who walked focused on his work, completely unaware of how maddeningly attractive he looked. His shirt sleeves were still rolled up showing off his toned forearms, and his hair revealed his forehead, making him look like the very definition of a heartthrob.

Just then, Taehyung raised his head, meeting her gaze with that familiar intensity. He didn't need words—his tilt of the head was enough to ask if she was okay. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as she quickly looked away, feeling the heat creep up her neck and spread across her face.

Stupidly handsome husband.

She let out a quiet sigh, biting her lower lip. If only Taehyung realized what kind of chaos his mere presence was causing. Maybe then, she wouldn't feel like she had to go around poking out people's eyes.

But then again, part of her liked it. Jungkook liked that everyone could see how incredible he was, but only she got to go home with him at the end of the day.

Still, Jungkook's fingers twitched with the urge to grab Taehyung by the wrist, pull him aside and demand that he button up his shirt or, better yet, throw his jacket back on. Anything—anything—to make him less of a magnet for the wandering eyes that were shamelessly fixated on him.

She could practically feel the heat rising to her cheeks again, the irrational jealousy bubbling inside her.

Why is he making this so difficult?

Her mind raced with possible ways to discreetly make him less... well, tempting. Maybe she could spill a drink on him by "accident," or claim that the office was cold so he'd cover up.

Jungkook's thoughts were interrupted when Taehyung as if sensing her internal battle, glanced up from his phone again. His eyes softened and there was a barely-there smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as if he knew exactly what was going on in her mind.

The worst part? He probably did.

Before she could stop herself, Jungkook's eyes narrowed slightly, her lips pressing into a pout.

Stupid, stupid, frustratingly perfect husband.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Currently,

They were seated in the meeting room, the conversation slowly dying down as the meeting reached its conclusion. Taehyung gave out instructions to the staff.

"Secretary Kim, print the copies for the next meeting," he ordered, his eyes flicking to Jungkook before turning his attention back to the others.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow at his commanding tone but bit her lip, holding back the urge to retort. Instead, she silently stood from her chair, her gaze remaining on him for a second longer. Taehyung gestured for everyone to leave the office.

As the rest of the staff began to file out, Jungkook made her way to the door. She mimicked Taehyung's authoritative tone in a low voice as she stepped out of the room.

"Mrs. Kim, print the copies... Do this, do that..." Jungkook mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes as she imitated his bossy commands.

Jungkook marched into the printing room, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. As she reached the printer, she let out a long, dramatic sigh.

"Honestly, that man!" she grumbled, jamming the documents into the machine with a little more force than necessary.

"Secretary Kim, print the copies... Of course, Mr. Kim, anything else, Mr. Kim? Maybe you'd like me to pour your coffee too?"

Her voice was thick with sarcasm as she imitated Taehyung's authoritative tone again.

The printer whirred to life, spitting out the documents as Jungkook paced back and forth in front of it, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"Does he think he's a King or something? Ordering me around like I'm just one of his employees... Ugh!" She huffed, shaking her head. "Just because he's got those stupid handsome looks and all those people fawning over him..."

Her irritation flared again as she remembered how many eyes had been on Taehyung earlier. "And what's with everyone checking him out? I swear, if one more person gives him that look, I'm going to poke their eyes out myself!"

"All those people just ogling him like he's the last piece of cake at a party... Hello! I'm standing right there, people! Do you not see his very cute wife beside him?"

Jungkook kicked lightly at the side of the printer, fuming quietly. "And don't even get me started on how he knows exactly what he's doing. The hair, the shirt, the smirk—ugh! It's like he's teasing me on purpose!"

Jungkook folded her arms again, her foot tapping impatiently as the last of the papers printed out. With a defeated slump of her shoulders, she gathered the documents.

Jungkook sighed again, hugging the papers to her chest. "Why couldn't I have just married a potato? Potatoes don't get stared at!"

The grumpy wife was walking briskly down the hallway, freshly printed documents in hand, when she overheard a group of employees gathered near the break room. Their soft giggles and hushed voices caught her attention and as she passed by, a few unmistakable words reached her ears.

"Oh my god, did you see Mr. Kim today? He's just... wow," one of them whispered, sounding utterly smitten.

Another voice chimed in, "I swear, he could wear a trash bag and still look like he stepped off a runway."

Jungkook's steps slowed, her grip on the documents tightening as her ears perked up. She stood just out of sight, listening in despite her better judgment.

"That white shirt though, it's practically illegal how good he looks in it," another voice said dreamily. "And that hair? Who knew he could be even more handsome?"

A fourth voice giggled. "Honestly, I don't know how Mrs. Kim handles it. If I were her, I wouldn't let him out of my sight. Mrs Kim is so lucky."

Her grip on the stack of papers tightened further, the edges of the documents crumpling slightly under her fingers.

Lucky? Jungkook nearly stumbled, her cheeks puffing out in frustration. If only they knew... Lucky? Try being ordered around all day!

Jungkook let out a low grumble under her breath as she quickened her pace, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Honestly, it's like these people forget he's married. Married to me! Her thoughts swirled in a storm of indignation.

Maybe I should just march right into the break room, look them all in the eye, and say, "Excuse me, but that perfectly put-together man you're all drooling over? Yeah, that's MY husband. So, please, stop looking at him like that."

Jungkook bit her lip, her face scrunched up in frustration as she imagined herself doing just that. She took a deep breath, biting the inside of her cheek.

Just keep walking, Jungkook, she told herself, but the urge to march over and stake her claim was bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

Clutching the documents tighter, she pressed her lips together and resumed her walk towards Taehyung's cabin, her thoughts swirling.

Maybe I SHOULD really poke everyone's eyes out.

Jungkook stepped into Taehyung's cabin. She set the printed documents on his desk with a thud, avoiding him as she straightened the papers.

Taehyung stood by the large window, his back to her, watching the view of the city below as he waited for the copies. His posture was relaxed but the air between them felt charged with unspoken tension.

Jungkook huffed softly, eyeing his broad back, half-annoyed, half-amused.

Why does he have to be so infuriatingly composed?

Jungkook gathered the papers and paused, staring at them as her mind wandered. The small moments of jealousy and now, being alone with him only made it more apparent.

She wanted to say something—anything—to break the tension but instead, Her gaze stayed on him for just a second longer than necessary before she turned to leave.

But before she could take another step, Taehyung's voice halted her in her tracks.

"Stay."

Jungkook froze, her heart skipping a beat. Jungkook's fingers clenched slightly around the edge of the papers she had just placed down.

She didn't turn around immediately. Her gaze dropped to the floor, her mind racing with a mix of emotions—curiosity, anticipation and that underlying frustration that had been building all day.

Slowly, Jungkook turned, her eyes flickering toward Taehyung, standing by the large window, his back to her. The city lights cast a faint glow around him, highlighting the sharp lines of his silhouette. Even though he wasn't looking at her, she could feel his presence, the intensity he always seemed to carry.

Taehyung turned back slowly. His dark eyes found hers, locking her in place with an intensity that made Jungkook's breath falter.

Jungkook stood frozen, her heart thudding in her chest as Taehyung's presence consumed the entire room. His eyes roamed over her face.

Her fingers twitched, gripping the papers a little tighter but she couldn't break the silence. Instead, she felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat as he continued to look at her—softly, yet with a gaze that made her insides flutter.

"You seem upset," Taehyung said, his voice low and probing as he searched her face for answers.

Jungkook blinked, her gaze dropping momentarily to avoid his piercing stare. Her lips parted but no words came out immediately. She could only watch as he slowly approached her, closing the distance between them.

Jungkook crossed her arms, her lips forming into a small pout as she narrowed her eyes at Taehyung. "I'm not upset," she mumbled, but the slight edge in her voice betrayed her.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. "Is that so?"

Jungkook's pout deepened as she glared at him. "Yes. Just because someone with tall height, sharp features, tan skin, so gorgeous, perfect hair gets all the attention in the office doesn't mean I'm upset," she huffed loudly, her cheeks puffing out in frustration, her expression dramatic as she let out her frustration.

Taehyung's smirk grew a little more as he took another step toward her, his towering presence making Jungkook's frustration bubble even higher.

"Attention, huh?" he murmured, his voice rich with amusement.

Jungkook tightened her arms around herself, biting her lip as she tried to keep her emotions in check. "Everyone was looking at you. And it's... it's annoying." Jungkook shot back, her cheeks tinged pink.

Taehyung's gaze softened slightly, though his teasing smile remained. "Annoying? Or..." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "Mrs Kim Jungkook is Jealous?"

Jungkook felt a jolt at his words, her eyes widening and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink.

"I'm not jealous!" Jungkook exclaimed, stomping her foot slightly.

Taehyung took another step closer, his expression calm but teasing. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering just a second too long. "Okay!! If you say so, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat at the casual, possessive way he said her name. She tried to hold onto her irritation but the way he was looking at her—like she was the only one in the room—made it impossible.

Still, Jungkook wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily.

With a huff, she turned away from him, her nose slightly upturned in anger. "You should wear a jacket. Or maybe button up your shirt more," she muttered, more to herself than to him.

"You always stay like the obedient pet of a teacher, with all buttons done with a Tie!! Now see how flashy you are today!!."

Taehyung's smirk deepened as he took another step, now standing directly behind Jungkook. Leaning down slightly, his breath brushed her ear as he whispered, "Are you worried about me, Mrs. Kim?"

Jungkook's breath hitched, her heart racing at the closeness, but she kept her chin lifted, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. She was aware of his presence behind her, each breath sending tingles down her spine.

"I'm not worried," she mumbled, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her. "I just... think you'd be less distracting if you covered up a little. You know, evil eyes," she added, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the blush creeping up her cheeks said otherwise.

Taehyung chuckled softly, the sound wrapping around her like a warm embrace. "Evil eyes? You mean the jealous ones?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

Jungkook rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. "Exactly! I mean, how can anyone concentrate with you looking like that?"

"This is so unhealthy of you, Mr ice cube to 'distract' everyone,"

Taehyung chuckled softly, his warm breath ghosting over her neck. "Distracting?" His tone was smooth as his fingers brushed the small of her back, causing a flutter in her stomach.

Jungkook crossed her arms, determined to hold onto the last bit of her resolve, though her cheeks were turning a deeper shade of pink. Taehyung's hand gently rested on her waist, his fingers tracing light, teasing patterns over the fabric of her dress.

"I wasn't aware my wardrobe choices bothered you so much," Taehyung whispered, his deep voice wrapping jungkook like silk.

Jungkook's face turned beet red, her fingers twitching at her sides. She wanted to say something back, to retort with something sharp and witty, but all she could manage was a small, "Shut up."

Taehyung chuckled softly, the sound low and masculine, vibrating through Jungkook. He let his hand slowly glide up her arm, tracing the curve of her shoulder with a lazy touch that made her shiver. His fingertips continued their slow exploration, brushing along the delicate skin of her neck, sending sparks down her spine.

"Shut up?" Taehyung spoke, clearly enjoying her reaction. "That's not a very nice way to talk to your husband."

Jungkook turned around quickly, her eyes glaring up at him but her face was still red from his teasing. The wife jabbed her finger at Taehyung's chest, though the redness in her cheeks betrayed how flustered she truly was.

"Don't you dare to 'husband' me right now!" Jungkook huffed, her voice shaking slightly.

Taehyung's lips quirked into a smirk again, clearly enjoying how flustered Jungkook was. He made no move to back away, towering over her with that calm presence. His eyes gleamed with delight as he caught her finger, holding it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

Taehyung pulled her closer until the space between them disappeared, his broad chest almost flush against hers. Jungkook's breath hitched at the sudden closeness, her hand now trapped against his firm chest as he looked down at her.

Not to mention, Jungkook's hand was pressed against his bare chest because this husband of hers had unbuttoned the upper buttons of his shirt.

the teasing in his gaze softening into something warmer, more intimate.

Jungkook's glare faltered, her lips parting slightly as she felt drawn to his presence.

Taehyung's voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur. "What are you going to do about it, hm?"

Her cheeks were still red but now for entirely different reasons.

"You know what I mean," Jungkook mumbled, biting her lip as she tried to hold.

Taehyung raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright," he said smoothly.

"I'll button up my shirt. Happy now?"

Before Jungkook could answer, Taehyung's hands went to the open buttons of his shirt, slowly fastening them one by one. His gaze never left hers daring her to keep watching. Jungkook's eyes betrayed her by glancing down before she quickly looked away, crossing her arms tighter in front of her chest.

Jungkook tried to maintain her composure but her gaze flickered down, trailing over the defined muscles of his chest before she quickly looked away, crossing her arms tighter to shield herself from the temptation.

"There. Better?" Taehyung asked, his voice low and teasing.

Jungkook huffed again, though her heart was racing. "Still too handsome," she mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear.

But of course, he did.

Jungkook saw the stupid smirk spreading across Taehyung's face and it sent a spark of annoyance flaring up inside her.

Why did he have to be so charming?

Jungkook turned on her heel to walk away from the teasing and his gaze.

"Whatever, Mr. Kim. I have work to do," she said, trying to sound nonchalant but her voice was wavering slightly.

Jungkook moved away but Taehyung caught her wrist. Jungkook looked up, meeting his intense gaze.

Then, slowly, Taehyung stepped closer. The space between them shrank until there was only a breath of air separating them, his towering figure making her feel small in comparison.

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against hers before trailing to her wrist. Jungkook shivered at the delicate touch, her breath hitching as he lifted her hand, his gaze never leaving hers.

Time seemed to slow as he gently pulled her hand closer to his chest, placing it just above his heart. His heartbeat thudded beneath her palm opposite to the rapid pulse that beat within her chest. Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, surprise and warmth flooding through her veins.

Jungkook instinctively leaned closer, her breath mingling with the warmth radiating from his body. Taehyung's eyes softened sensing the shift in the atmosphere around them. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he observed her reaction, his heart racing at the intimate moment.

Jungkook's fingers curled slightly against his shirt, the soft fabric beneath her fingertips balancing her as she took a tentative step forward. Their closeness ignited a flurry of butterflies in her stomach and she could feel the warmth creeping into her cheeks.

Taehyung, noticing her shyness, lowered his voice to a husky whisper.

"You're always running," Taehyung murmured, his voice a low, velvety whisper.

"From something, from me..."

Jungkook's lips parted but no words came out. The wife's heart raced even faster and her pearly white teeth nibbled her lower lip, her eyes darting to the floor as a wave of shyness hit her.

Taehyung's free hand moved to her waist, his fingers curling lightly around her, drawing her closer. his palm set on a fire beneath her skin and Jungkook felt her breath hitch in her throat.

Taehyung tilted his head gently, coaxing her gaze to meet his charcoal ones, his eyes sparkling with a passion that made her pulse race even more. Caught in the depths of his gaze, Jungkook felt the world around them fade into a blur.

"You're not going anywhere this time," Taehyung whispered sending a shiver down her spine.

Jungkook's breath hitched, her body leaning into his warmth, her fingers curling instinctively against his chest.

As if drawn by an unseen force, Taehyung leaned in closer, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her lips, searching for permission.

His eyes did the work, they seemed to ask, "May I?"

Jungkook's heart raced, anticipation coursing through her veins as she nodded. The wife felt a flutter of nerves dance in her stomach but didn't pull away. Instead, she held his gaze, her wide eyes filled with vulnerability and longing.

With each inch that separated them, Taehyung felt the moment pressing down on him. He wanted to bridge that gap, to close the distance that had felt so impossible until now.

He hesitated for just a heartbeat, watching as Jungkook's chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parting slightly as if she were holding her breath in suspense.

Finally, he closed the distance, his hand moving to cup her cheek. The feather-light touch ignited a spark between them and Jungkook leaned into his palm, seeking more of his warmth. Taehyung's thumb brushed gently across her cheekbone, a silent promise woven into the soft caress.

Taehyung's palm brushed against her cheek as he angled his face toward hers.

At that moment, everything around them faded away—the noisy office, the worries of the world, the insecurities that had lingered between them.

It was just them, together in a bubble of warmth and understanding.

Finally, Taehyung leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek, soft and tender. It was a kiss that held so much meaning, a promise of closeness, a fragile connection that spoke volumes without words. his lips sent ripples of warmth through her, making her heart race and her breath hitch.

Jungkook's eyes shut as she felt his lips against her skin, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her fingers instinctively tightened around the fabric of his shirt, balancing herself in the moment. His touch sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach, torching a sweet blush that spread across her cheeks.

Taehyung's hand remained on her waist, his fingers splayed possessively against her back as he pulled her a fraction closer, drinking in the feeling of her against him. He could feel her warmth through the thin material of their clothes, making him aware of every inch of her.

Slowly, they pulled away. Taehyung's gaze remained locked on Jungkook, searching her eyes for any signs of doubt but all he found was happiness reflecting at him.

Jungkook blinked, the reality of their intimate exchange settling in as she took a step back, a slight blush still colouring her cheeks. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, feeling shyness and euphoria. Her heart still raced, the sweet aftertaste of their kiss dancing on her cheeks as she tried to process what had just happened.

"That was... nice," Jungkook breathed, her voice soft and slightly breathless, a shy smile spreading across her face as she opened her eyes.

Taehyung chuckled, a low, rich sound that resonated within her. "Just nice?"

Jungkook froze, her cheeks heating up as she realized her words had escaped her lips. "Did I say that out loud?" she stammered, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Jungkook could feel the warmth creeping from her cheeks to the tips of her ears and she quickly looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment behind a curtain of hair.

"You did," Taehyung replied taking a step closer, "But I did say it was more than nice."

Jungkook felt her cheeks heat, a shy smile spreading across her lips. "Okay, maybe it was a little more than nice," she admitted, her heart soaring at the shared moment.

"Good," Taehyung replied, his expression softening further. "Because I think we should have more moments like this."

Jungkook nodded, her heart fluttering at the thought. It felt as if they had crossed a threshold together, stepping into a new chapter of their relationship filled with tender possibilities and shared secrets, all anchored by that one beautiful kiss.

Overwhelmed by shyness, Jungkook stepped closer to Taehyung and buried herself against his chest, seeking refuge in his warm embrace.

Taehyung's arms immediately wrapped around her, holding her gently, protecting her from the world outside their little bubble.

Taehyung's fingers found their way to her hair, weaving through the soft strands delicately. Each gentle stroke sent shivers down Jungkook's spine, heightening the moment they shared. She felt safe, cherished and utterly content as she melted further into him.

Jungkook felt like she could stay like this forever, cocooned in the shelter of his strong arms. I never want to let go, she thought as she shifted slightly, nestling against him.

I can't believe this is happening, Jungkook thought, a shy smile creeping onto her face.

Jungkook felt her cheeks warm as she buried her face against his chest again, feeling both giddy and cherished. The world outside ceased to exist; all that mattered was this beautiful intimacy they had forged, a precious secret that was uniquely theirs.

I love him, Jungkook realized suddenly, her heart swelling with emotion. He makes everything feel right.

At that moment, all her insecurities melted away, replaced by deep love and gratitude for the man holding her close.

Kim Taehyung—the stoic billionaire, master of control, the man who rarely lets his guard down—had just planted the softest kiss on his wife's cheek and now they were both left breathless, hearts racing as if they had crossed some invisible threshold.

Jungkook, still nestled against his chest, could feel the heat spread from her cheek to the very tips of her toes.

A simple kiss, but it had set her world on fire. It wasn't just the kiss—it was everything that led to it.

And everyone watching—the stars, the moon, even the universe itself—held their breath, waiting for what would come next.

This was only the beginning.

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Night Time

Jungkook stepped out of the bathroom, her freshly washed hair dripping slightly onto her shoulders as she dried it with a towel. The soft scent of lavender soap wafted in the air around her and her skin glowed from the warm bath. She wore a simple, comfortable robe, her steps light as she padded across the bedroom.

But then, she stopped in her tracks.

Her eyes fell on Taehyung, her husband, fast asleep. His laptop rested on his lap, the screen still glowing faintly and his glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose. He leaned against the headboard, one hand resting lightly over the keyboard. Maybe he had been working until exhaustion claimed him.

Jungkook felt her heart soften at the sight, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. He looked peaceful, far from the intense, controlled man he usually presented to the world. In moments like this, he seemed vulnerable—just Taehyung, not the billionaire, not the guarded man burdened by the weight of his world.

Just her husband, trying to keep up with his responsibilities. Like a man who came home after work.

Jungkook tiptoed closer, her towel forgotten as she stood by the bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Her fingers itched to reach out and remove the glasses that still hung crookedly on his nose.

Carefully, Jungkook leaned, her hand hovering above his face as she gingerly lifted the glasses from his nose. He stirred slightly but didn't wake. She set the glasses on the nightstand and with the same gentleness, removed the laptop from his lap, closing it quietly and setting it aside.

For a moment, Jungkook just stood there, gazing at him. Jungkook sighed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her fingertips grazing his skin lightly.

Jungkook tugged the blanket up over him, her mind wandered back to that kiss. Her cheeks flushed at the memory—the way his lips had brushed her cheek so softly, so tenderly, as if he'd known exactly how to make her heart race. She could still feel his breath on her skin, the way everything else had melted away at that moment.

Jungkook bit her lip, eyes flickering to his lips, remembering how they felt against her skin.

"that kiss..." The shy wife murmured, feeling a flustered warmth rise from her neck to her cheeks.

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she continued, "I still can't believe you did that... the way your lips brushed against my cheek. It felt like magic. I thought I'd turn into a puddle right there!"

Jungkook chuckled softly, her cheeks still warm.

Her voice grew softer, more sincere. "Honestly, I didn't think I could ever feel like this. You've made me realize that love isn't just a word; it's a feeling, and I can't help but feel overwhelmed by it. Every moment with you makes my heart swell. I'm falling for you more and more and it's so scary and wonderful at the same time."

Jungkook's fingers nervously played with the satin ribbons of her robe and she couldn't help but look away, her blush deepening. The soft smile was replaced by uncertainty. Her mind raced with many What Ifs.

"What if you don't feel the same way? I mean, I know you kissed me but what if it was just a moment? I just... I can't keep hiding how I feel."

Jungkook took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she looked back at him, searching for a sign of awareness in his peaceful slumber. "I really like you, Mr Kim. Like, a lot."

Jungkook's eyes wandered around the room, searching for the switch to turn off the lights. But they landed on the bookshelf and her brow furrowed slightly. The bookshelf, was bigger now, filled with more books and taking up more space in the bedroom.

"It wasn't here before," Jungkook mumbled.

Something felt off.

Standing up, she padded across the room, her heart quickening as she approached the shelf.

The shelves were lined up with books, both old and new. the ones that had made her laugh, cry, and dream. Some books were newly packed, their covers a little worn while others shined with the promise of new adventures.

Reaching out, she gently brushed her fingers along the spines of the books, recognizing the familiar titles that had always held a special place in her heart. Her eyes brightened as she looked at her favourite romance novels, both new and old, lined up like old friends waiting to be revisited.

But then, something caught her attention—a small note tucked between the pages of one of the books. She pulled it out, her heart racing as she read the elegant handwriting:

"No more hide and seek, dear wife."

A soft smile spread across Jungkook's face and her cheeks warmed at the sentiment behind the words. In a second, Jungkook realised—Taehyung had made this bookshelf, especially for her.

"Oh, Mr Kim," Jungkook whispered, " How many surprises will you give in one day? My heart isn't that strong,"

Jungkook's eyes glistened with emotion as she continued to explore the shelf, her fingers brushing against the bindings.

"He really thought of everything," she murmured, a soft smile breaking across her face.

The thought of Taehyung being so considerate and loving, made her heart swell even more.

"This is why I love you," Jungkook said softly to herself, knowing he couldn't hear her but feeling the words resonate deep within her.

It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about his love for her.

Jungkook took a moment to soak it all in—the bookshelf, the novels and the thoughtfulness behind them. With a smile dancing on her lips, she decided then and there that she would make time to read every one of those books and perhaps share her thoughts with Taehyung when he awoke.

She carefully placed the book back on the shelf, her heart brimming with gratitude.

"Thank you, Mr Kim," she whispered, feeling an overwhelming desire to express just how much he meant to her.

Jungkook stood there, gazing at the carefully curated bookshelf, a soft tear rolled down her cheek. It glistened like a tiny diamond in the soft light, capturing the emotion she felt at that moment. The sight of her favourite novels, lovingly placed on the shelves, stirred something deep within her—affection for the man who had created this little haven just for her.

This was the symbol of Taehyung's understanding of her, of her passions, of what made her heart flutter.

Nobody had ever understood her as Taehyung did.

With every glance, every whispered word, he saw the layers of her soul—the dreams she held close, the fears she tried to hide and the hopes that flickered like candles in the dark. He knew when to push her to be brave and when to hold her close, wrapping her in a close bubble.

"No one else has ever made me feel this way," Jungkook whispered, a soft tear escaping her eye, gliding down her cheek.

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In the core of the Alara Land, the moonlight fell on the barren tree. The 3 flower blooms shined in the celestial light. These three flowers were the proof of Taehyung and Jungkook's blooming love. Stars twinkled like tiny diamonds illuminating the night with their light.

As the clock struck twelve, a hush fell over the forest and something extraordinary began to happen.

From the rough bark of the ancient tree, delicate buds started to emerge, their vibrant green glistening in the moonlight. Slowly, they opened like little lanterns, revealing soft, white petals that glow from within. One by one, more buds blossomed, converting the lifeless branches into a beautiful display of light and colour.

Half of the tree became a breathtaking sight. The brown branches were now adorned with luminous flowers that sparkled like stars in the night.

Tiny sparks of light floated up from the freshly bloomed flowers, creating a magical aura around the night sky.

The forest became alive with the magic of the night. Magical creatures came out of their hiding place. their shiny orbs got stuck on the dazzling tree. Their glossy eyes were twinkling like stars fallen from the sky.

Fairies danced joyfully among the trees, their laughter echoing like chimes in the breeze. They flitted around the half-blooming tree, their tiny wings glittering in shades of gold and silver. Each movement was a celebration of love.

"Look at that tree!" one fairy exclaimed, "It's like it's blossoming with happiness!"

Another fairy, her wings painted in soft hues of lavender, twirled around the branches.

"It's beautiful! Half of it is blooming like a heart filled with love!"

The glittering creatures swirled around the tree, throwing a warm glow on the petals that began to unfurl softly. The flowers began to sway in rhythm with the fairies, as if they, too, were dancing in joy.

"This tree is a symbol of Alara's love for her beloved. It's a reminder that love can bloom even in the darkest times!"

The fairies swirled higher, their wings creating a dazzling display of colours against the night sky.

"Let's celebrate her love!"

The tiny magical creatures began to dance and sing, their voices harmonizing beautifully in the cool night air.

"Bloom, little flowers! Shine with your light! Celebrate the love that makes everything bright!"

At the centre of this stood a tree, its half-bloomed branches reaching the night sky. The tiny white flowers were a beautiful sight against the dark midnight.

Each petal held a story of love, courage and the delicate balance between light and shadow.

The tree's bloom symbolised Jungkook's burgeoning feelings for Taehyung, reflecting how her heart had begun to flourish despite the lingering doubts that had once clouded it.

But as the creatures and fairies looked closer, their delight dimmed. Half of the tree stood barren and its branches remained empty and lifeless. The brown branches were strong no doubt yet empty, untouched by the magic happening on the other side.

A hush fell over the gathering as a melancholic understanding settled in.

"Taehyung's heart," whispered one of the fairies. her wings drooping slightly.

No blossoms crowned these limbs but it wasn't barren, not completely. The bark appeared darker here, even in the moonlight.

2-3 Flowers here and there which indicated that his heart had starting to melt.

"He holds the key to Jungkook's heart," the fairy continued, her voice like a melody, "but he remains unaware of the beauty he could bring forth."

The creatures exchanged solemn glances, their glowing eyes reflecting the delicate tension between the two fates intertwined in that half-blooming tree.

"Without his heart, the tree cannot blossom fully," another fairy murmured, her voice heavy with longing.

"It needs the fire of his love, his acceptance of the light Jungkook has already cast upon him."

"Look closely," one of the fairies whispered.

The others gathered around, their glowing forms lightening the tree's quieter side. As they peered closer, they saw it—the nurturing buds nestled along the branches, small but full of promise.

Tiny buds clung to the branches, soft and fragile, waiting, yearning for the light of love to awaken them from their slumber.

"Do you see?" the fairy continued, her eyes wide with wonder. "These are not empty branches. They hold life—just waiting, waiting for the right moment to bloom."

Another fairy fluttered closer, her wings brushing gently against the branches.

"It's like his heart," she murmured. "Guarded, quiet but not empty. These buds are Taehyung's feelings, waiting to be set free."

The other fairies nodded in agreement, their once-dimmed faces aglow with hope.

"They need each other," the smallest fairy spoke, "Jungkook's love will coax these buds into bloom, just as the sun draws life from the earth. It's only a matter of time."

The fairies twirled gently in the air, their light mixing with the moon's glow and they danced around the tree, celebrating not just the love that was already blossoming, but the love that had yet to reveal itself fully.

They knew that the nurturing buds would break open and Taehyung's heart, like the tree, would bloom in full beauty.

A few fairies danced near the core of the tree. they all squealed when they noticed small, fragile blooms on Taehyung's side.

Scattered like hidden treasures, two or three soft white flowers nestled among the barren branches. Their petals stood out like stars in the dark, quietly announcing that something deep within his heart had started to melt.

"The ice is thawing. His love for her is awakening, like these tender blooms."

The flowers, though less, were full of hope. They swayed gently in the midnight breeze, hinting at the love that had begun to take root in Taehyung's soul.

It was subtle but undeniable—his heart was softening, one bloom at a time, reaching toward the light that Jungkook's love had brought into his world.

"Just a few now," one of the fairies whispered, her eyes sparkling, "but soon, the whole tree will bloom."

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Chapter 44 and here we are swooning over a cheek kiss!

Not bad Mr and Mrs Kim Taehyung!

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