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————• 2 Days Later •————
Night Time
Kims Manor
At the dinner table, the family gathered for their evening meal.
The glow of the chandelier bathed the grand dining room in soft light, throwing a golden hue over the polished mahogany table. The Kim family sat around it, the aroma of freshly cooked dishes wafting through the air.
As they settled into their seats, Grandma, seated at the head of the table, looked around with a thoughtful expression.
"Taehyung," she began, her voice carrying a note of seriousness, "there's something I need to discuss with you."
Taehyung looked up from his plate, "Yes, Grandma?"
Grandma cleared her throat and continued, "We've received a proposal for Jimin. It's from a well-regarded family in the city. They're quite respected and the match seems promising."
Taehyung's expression remained calm but his eyes narrowed slightly as he listened. Jungkook glanced between them.
Grandma added, "I wanted to make sure you were aware, as your opinion is important in these matters. We'll discuss it further as a family but I thought you should know."
Taehyung nodded, acknowledging her words. Jungkook could feel a knot forming in her stomach at the thought of Jimin being proposed. She turned her attention to Taehyung, searching his face for a reaction.
Grandma's gaze remained fixed on Taehyung, her curiosity evident. She set down her fork and leaned slightly forward, her eyes keen. "Taehyung, what are your thoughts on the proposal?"
Taehyung paused, taking a moment to consider his response. He placed his napkin neatly on his lap and met his grandmother's gaze with a thoughtful expression.
"I don't think we should proceed with Jimin's marriage right now."
The table fell silent. Family members looked up, their expressions showed surprise and curiosity. Grandma's eyes widened and she leaned back in her chair, her brows furrowing. "Taehyung, what do you mean? This is a serious matter."
Jungkook's eyes darted between Taehyung and the rest of the family, sensing the shift in mood. Her hand, which had been resting on her lap, now tightened into a small fist.
Taehyung's expression remained resolute as he continued, "I believe we need more time to understand the implications and ensure that this decision is truly in Jimin's best interest."
Grandma cleared her throat, attempting to regain composure.
Grandma's brows knitted together as she asked, "But why? The groom is perfect."
Taehyung's gaze shifted to Jimin, who sat across the table, her face losing colour.
"Because I want Jimin to be financially independent before we move forward with this marriage."
The table fell silent again, the weight of Taehyung's words sinking in. Jimin's eyes widened in surprise, her fingers nervously gripping the edge of her napkin. Grandma's expression softened with concern as she looked at Jimin.
"I understand your concern, Taehyung," Grandma said, her voice gentle but firm. "But this is an important match for Jimin. Are you sure this is the right time to raise such an issue?"
Taehyung nodded, his expression resolute. "Yes, Grandma. I believe it's important for Jimin to establish her stability first. It's about ensuring that she's prepared for the responsibilities that come with marriage."
Taehyung's gaze softened as he looked at Jimin, who met his eyes with teary, vulnerable expressions. Her eyes glistened and she blinked rapidly, trying to hold back her tears.
Taehyung's expression remained steady, but there was a flicker of empathy in his eyes. "Jimin," he said gently, "I know this is difficult, but I'm doing this because I care about your future. You must be prepared and secure before taking this step."
Jimin's lower lip quivered, and she nodded slowly, though her eyes were still filled with tears.
Grandma interjected, "Taehyung, I understand your intentions but this decision affects everyone involved. Perhaps we should find a middle ground."
Jimin was overwhelmed by the conversation and the emotional weight. She quietly stood up from the table. Without a word, she excused herself and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the room.
The family watched her leave.
As Jimin walked away, the family's gaze shifted between her retreating figure and Taehyung, whose face remained calm yet conflicted.
Jungkook watched the scene. Her eyes were wide, reflecting concern and sadness. She fidgeted with her napkin, her mind racing as she tried to understand the situation.
Seeing Jimin leave, Jungkook felt a pang of sympathy for her friend, her heart aching at the sight of Jimin's teary eyes. She glanced at Taehyung. He was still seated at the table. The way he sat—back straight, hands clasped—exuded strength but she could see the tension in his jaw, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed what had just happened.
Without thinking, Jungkook pushed her chair back and stood up, her instinct to follow Jimin taking over.
"Excuse me for a moment," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as she stepped away from the table. The family turned their attention back to their meal, but Jungkook could feel their gazes lingering, especially Taehyung's.
She left the dining room and began searching for Jimin. She spotted Jimin in the balcony, looking out into the distance. Her shoulders were slightly hunched and her back was turned to Jungkook.
Jungkook gently knocked on the balcony door, where Jimin had sought refuge.
"Jimin? It's me, Jungkook," she called softly, her voice filled with concern. "Can I come in?"
After a moment, she heard a muffled response. "Just... give me a minute."
Jungkook pushed the door slightly, ensuring she wouldn't invade Jimin's privacy. She stepped inside, her eyes finding Jimin seated on the floor, her back against the cool tiles, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh, Jimin," Jungkook said softly, kneeling beside her friend. She reached out, wrapping her arms around Jimin, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
Jimin turned slowly, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. She tried to compose herself but found it hard to mask the hurt. "I just... I didn't expect this."
Jungkook stepped closer to Jimin, "Jimin, I know things are tough right now. Why don't you tell me what's troubling you?"
Jimin looked at Jungkook, her expression softening slightly.
Jungkook placed a comforting hand on Jimin's back. "I know this is rough. We should talk about it. It'll help clear things up and find a way forward."
Jimin looked up at her with teary eyes and threw her arms around Jungkook in a tight hug. "Thank you so much, Jungkook. I just— I needed this. I didn't know who else to turn to."
Jungkook hugged her back, "Anytime, Jimin. We'll sort this out. Don't worry, okay? We'll talk to your brother and figure it out together."
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In the living room, Taehyung stood with his arms crossed.
Soomin addressed him. "Taehyung, Yoongi is the owner of a leading multinational company. Jimin won't need to earn money, will she?"
Taehyung's jaw tightened as he replied. "What if Jimin wants to earn money herself? She needs to be financially independent, regardless of Yoongi's position."
Soomin's eyes widened with frustration. "Taehyung, we are here for Jimin! The Almighty has blessed us with enough wealth for generations."
Taehyung's gaze hardened. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, exhaling with a deep, frustrated huff.
"So, even I shouldn't work then?" Taehyung's voice was firm, his tone carrying challenge.
He took a step closer to Soomin, his posture rigid and commanding. His hands were tightly clasped behind his back.
His jaw remained set as he continued, "If we're all set for generations, should I also sit idly? I believe in the value of hard work and personal achievement. It's not just about the money; it's about principle and preparing for the future."
Soomin and Grandma exchanged frustrated glances, their faces showing clear signs of exasperation. Soomin's brow furrowed deeply as she folded her arms tightly across her chest, her lips pressed into a thin line. Grandma sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as she shook her head slightly.
"Taehyung, you're being unreasonable," Soomin said, "This insistence on independence is causing more harm than good."
Taehyung's expression remained stern as he continued, his voice carrying a strong edge. "What I'm saying isn't anything new. I'm just reflecting on what I've learned and heard from both of you."
He paused, letting his words settle.
"When I was younger, you'd always say that if you had been financially independent, you might not have needed to rely on Mr. Kim," Taehyung's voice held a touch of bitterness. "You taught me that independence was crucial and I'm applying those same principles now."
His eyes locked onto Soomin and Grandma, his stance unwavering.
Soomin's gaze dropped to the floor, her expression clouded with painful memories. Her mind drifted back to a time when life was much harsher.
Flashback:
The antiseptic smell filled the room as the doctor carefully wrapped a bandage around Soomin's wrist. She winced slightly at the sting of the antiseptic, her face pale and tired.
Grandma sat beside her, her face etched with concern. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on Soomin's shoulder.
"Soomin, it'll be okay. We're here for you," she said softly, her voice warm and reassuring.
Soomin looked up at her mother-in-law with tear-filled eyes.
"Thank you, but I feel so defeated. I sacrificed everything for him, but he abandoned me for another woman," Soomin said, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the frustration in her eyes.
"I wish I had been employed, able to support myself and my children," she continued, her voice trembling. "If I had been financially independent, I would never have gone back to him. I had to return for their sake but watching him with someone else—it breaks my heart."
A twelve-year-old Taehyung stood nearby, his expression showing worry and confusion. He clutched his teddy bear tightly, a silent observer of the adult world's pain.
"I wanted to build a life where I could provide for my children on my terms, without being at the mercy of someone who could betray me so easily. But here I am, feeling powerless and stuck."
Grandma's eyes softened with sympathy. "You're stronger than you think, Soomin. We'll get through this together."
Soomin nodded, her resolve hardening. "I know, Mom. I wish it hadn't come to this for me to realize it. I'm determined to create a life where I'm not dependent on anyone else. I need to be strong for my children's sake."
Taehyung, sensing his mother's distress, approached her with tentative steps. "Mom, are you okay?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Soomin reached out, pulling him into a gentle hug. "Yes, sweetheart. I'll be okay. We're going to be okay. I need to focus on making things better for us. I promise, one day, I'll be in a place where I don't have to rely on anyone."
Grandma patted Soomin's back reassuringly. "And you will, dear. Just keep pushing forward."
──── End of Flashback ────────────────
Soomin's eyes were moist as she recalled those painful days.
Taehyung noticed his mother's teary eyes and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. He wiped away her tears tenderly, his expression reflecting his sincere concern.
"I didn't want to push you back into painful memories," Taehyung said softly, pausing as he searched for the right words.
"Big or small, whatever happened should be remembered so that we don't make those mistakes again," he continued. He placed a comforting hand on his mother's back as he spoke.
"God forbid, but what if something happens? Life isn't always a bed of roses. At least Jimin will be able to take care of herself," Taehyung added, pulling his mother into a warm hug, his arms wrapping around her.
Taehyung then turned to his grandmother. He squared his shoulders.
"Whatever we have, it's Jimin's, no doubt. But life isn't just about wealth—it's about identity."
He took a deep breath as he spoke, "Why is it always that the first woman depends on her father and then her husband? I don't want anyone in my family to follow this trend. I want them to be capable of giving support, not just seeking it."
He clenched his fists briefly then let them fall to his sides as he met his grandmother's eyes with a firm but caring look.
"I want them to stand on their own, to be strong and self-reliant. That's what matters to me."
Soomin and Grandma exchanged glances, understanding Taehyung's commitment to his principles.
Grandma took a deep breath, her eyes still reflecting concern. She looked at Taehyung with understanding and scepticism.
"I understand your point, Taehyung," she said, her voice steady. "But what about the match itself? Yoongi is a good match for Jimin. He has a stable job and comes from a respectable family. Isn't that worth considering, even if you want Jimin to be independent? How will Jimin become independent in small time?"
Taehyung's eyes met his grandmother's with a thoughtful expression. He paused for a moment, his hands resting on the table as he collected his thoughts.
Before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook's voice cut through the conversation. "I have an idea," she said, stepping forward with Jimin close behind.
Taehyung turned to Jungkook. Jungkook took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as she presented her idea.
"I think Jimin could start by taking on a project or part-time job that aligns with her interests," Jungkook suggested. "For example, she could consider freelancing or starting a small business related to something she's passionate about. This way, she'll gain practical experience and financial independence."
Jungkook continued, "Another idea could be to enrol in a short-term course or workshop that enhances her professional skills. This will not only help her become more self-reliant but also provide her with more opportunities in the future."
Jimin took a deep breath, her resolve clear but her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, brother, I will work hard and become financially independent. But please..." She paused, her eyes welling up with emotion.
Taehyung's expression softened as he waited for her to continue.
Jimin's voice faltered, her emotions overwhelming her. "Please don't make me choose..."
Jungkook stepped in gently, "Jimin loves Yoongi."
Taehyung's gaze flickered between Jimin and Jungkook. he took a moment to process Jungkook's words. Jimin's vulnerability tugged at his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to support her dreams while also protecting her from potential heartache.
"Jimin," he said softly, "I don't want you to feel like you're being forced into anything. I care about your happiness. But the reality is, this decision is crucial, not just for you, but for our family's future."
Jimin nodded, tears pooling in her eyes. "I know, but it feels like I'm being pulled in two directions. Yoongi means so much to me, and I don't want to lose that, but I also want to prove myself."
Her voice cracked, revealing the deep internal struggle she faced.
Jungkook stepped closer to Jimin, "It's okay to be torn, Jimin. That's part of growing up and figuring out what you want. But don't feel like you have to make a choice right now. Why not explore your passions and see where they lead you? You can have both—you need to find a balance."
Taehyung watched Jungkook with admiration, appreciating her gentle approach. The husband felt pride swelling within him. His wife had a natural ability to bring comfort to those around her, a gift that he deeply cherished.
Jimin took a shaky breath and wiped her tears. "You really think I can do this?" she asked, her voice small.
"Absolutely," Jungkook affirmed, her tone encouraging. "You have so much potential. Just take it one step at a time and don't be afraid to ask for help along the way. Your brother and I are here for you."
"Yeah, Jimin," Taehyung added, "Whatever path you choose, you won't have to walk alone. You have our support."
Feeling the strength of her brother's support and Jungkook's belief in her, Jimin's resolve began to strengthen. She nodded, a flicker of determination igniting in her eyes. "Okay," she whispered, her voice gaining strength.
"I'll find a way to make it work. I won't give up on Yoongi, and I'll also work hard to become the person I want to be."
Watching Jungkook interact with Jimin, Taehyung noticed how she leaned in slightly, her body language open and inviting. It was as if Jungkook were a warm light in the room, drawing others in and making them feel valued. He felt grateful that his wife was by his side, her presence balancing him amidst the chaos of family dynamics.
When Jungkook turned to him, a smile breaking across her face after she comforted Jimin, Taehyung's heart skipped a beat. Her smile was radiant, capable of brightening even the darkest of days. He was in awe of how effortlessly she balanced her emotions while lifting others.
Taehyung took on the big brother role as everything was sorted. His mind recalled Jungkook's words: Jimin loves Yoongi.
With a firm stance, his arms crossed over his chest, he looked down at his sister. "Jimin, come here," he said, his tone a mix of authority and warmth.
Jimin hesitated for a moment, her steps uncertain but eventually moved toward her brother. Taehyung's gaze was intense yet understanding as he observed her.
"Were you hesitant or scared to say it?" he asked, his voice gentle, trying to uncover the truth behind her silence.
Jimin nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "A little bit," she admitted, her vulnerability evident.
Taehyung's expression softened as he gently patted her head, a comforting gesture that reminded her of their childhood.
"You've made such tall claims," he continued, his voice steady but filled with kindness. "But promise me you will live up to them."
Jimin looked up at him, her confusion melting away, replaced by a hopeful gleam in her eyes. She noticed the soft glint in her brother's eyes, realizing that despite the gravity of the situation, she had his unwavering support.
"I promise," she said, her voice gaining strength. "I'll work hard, and I won't let you down. I really do love Yoongi."
Taehyung's heart swelled with pride. "That's what I want to hear," he replied, "You deserve happiness, Jimin, but remember to stand by your words. Life isn't just about saying things; it's about showing it through your actions."
With a newfound determination, Jimin nodded, absorbing her brother's wisdom.
"Shall we call Yoongi for dinner?" Taehyung asked, a hint of a playful smile tugging at his lips.
Jimin's eyes brimmed with tears of relief and joy. Overwhelmed by the moment, she choked out a sob before throwing her arms around Taehyung in a big hug. "Thank you, Brother. Thank you so much!"
Taehyung chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her in return. "You're welcome, Jimin. Let's make this right together,"
As they pulled apart, Jimin wiped her eyes and grinned, a bright smile breaking through her teary face.
"I can't believe you're actually going to help me with this! You're the best brother ever!" Jimin teased, lightly punching his arm, her laughter filling the room.
Jungkook watched the moment between Taehyung and Jimin with a warm smile, her eyes softening. She brushes away a stray lock of hair from her face. Jungkook's expression remained tender, her smile gentle as she watched the family come together in love.
Grandma took a peaceful breath, her eyes soft as she surveyed the room, finally feeling the calm settle in. "Finally, everything is sorted," she said with a contented sigh, a weight lifting off her shoulders.
"Because of my Kookie!" Minjun exclaimed, pointing his tiny finger at Jungkook with such innocence and pride that the whole family smiled.
Every eye turned toward Jungkook and suddenly, the room felt warmer—especially under the intense gaze of one particular person, Taehyung, who was watching her from across the room.
His dark charcoal eyes admired her with a softness that made her heart flutter.
Jungkook's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. She looked down at her hands, her fingers nervously fidgeting, trying to manage the sudden wave of attention.
Minjun continued, "Kookie is the best! She always helps and she's so nice!"
Jungkook's blush deepened, her heart melting at Minjun's sweet words. Her gaze briefly flickered toward Taehyung, whose intense eyes hadn't left her for a second.
The look in them—pride, admiration—made her cheeks burn even more.
Grandma chuckled softly at Minjun's outburst, her eyes twinkling with affection. She walked over to Jungkook, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Ah, our little Minjun isn't wrong, is he?"
Grandma said, "Jungkook, I don't know what we'd do without you. Always there, always caring. You're such a blessing to this family, my dear."
Jungkook's cheeks flushed and she lowered her gaze shyly, trying to brush off the praise but Grandma wasn't finished.
"You've brought so much warmth and love into this home. We're lucky to have you, dear," Grandma added, her words making Jungkook feel even more shy as every eye was on her.
Jungkook felt even more heat rising to her face. She managed a soft, shy smile and responded, "Thank you, Grandma... I just wanted to help."
Her eyes flickered up catching Taehyung's gaze again.
His intense gaze felt like it could see straight through her, making her feel exposed but cherished. His lips curled into a subtle, proud smile and she could feel his silent appreciation wrapping around her like a warm embrace.
Minjun wasn't done, though. He grinned wider and added, "And Kookie makes the best cookies too!"
Jungkook chuckles lightly at Minjun's innocent praises. Trying to collect herself, Jungkook playfully ruffled Minjun's hair, still smiling shyly.
"Oh, you're just saying that because you like cookies," Jungkook teased lightly.
"No, it's true!" Minjun insisted, "You're my favourite Kookie!"
Jungkook's smile grew as she glanced at Minjun and then shyly back at the others around the room. But no matter how much she tried to avoid it, her eyes found their way back to Taehyung, who was still watching her.
Jimin walked over to Jungkook with a smile. Without hesitation, Jimin wrapped her arms around Jungkook in a tight big hug.
"Thank you," Jimin whispered, "For everything. I don't think I could have gotten through this without you."
Jungkook blinked rapidly, feeling her heart swell at the gesture. She gently returned the hug, her hands resting on Jimin's back.
"Silly, You don't need to thank me. We are best friends right," Jungkook said softly, "I'm just glad you're happy."
Jimin chuckled and tighter their hug.
Meanwhile, Jungkook felt an unspoken pull. Her gaze flickered over Jimin's shoulder and landed on Taehyung.
Their eyes met.
and all Jungkook could see was Taehyung. There was a softness in his intense gaze. The gratitude in his eyes was unmistakable—a silent "thank you".
Jungkook felt her breath catch, her heartbeat quickening in response. She blinked, her cheeks flushing as she absorbed the moment, the silent appreciation and admiration that passed between them. She wasn't used to being on the receiving end of such tender attention, especially from Taehyung.
But in that look, Jungkook knew.
Taehyung didn't need to say a word—his eyes said it all. He was thanking her not just for being there for Jimin but for everything she had done—for becoming a part of his family and how she quietly held them all together with her kindness. For how Jungkook quietly held everyone together, even when no one asked her to.
Instinctively, Jungkook dropped her eyes, her lips curling into a small shy smile as she tried to regain her composure. But she couldn't resist stealing another glance at him and when their eyes met again, she felt the same rush of emotions.
Jungkook's lips curled into a soft smile. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held onto Jimin but her eyes remained locked with Taehyung's.
When the hug with Jimin ended, Jungkook glanced down, feeling the warmth of the family's love and Taehyung's silent praise. She shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her heart still racing from the intensity of that gaze.
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Jimin walked down the dimly lit hallway with a tray of food carefully held in her hands. The aroma of the meal wafted through the air. Grandma had insisted she take it to Taehyung and Jungkook, knowing they hadn't eaten much during dinner. The tension of the evening had left everyone with unsettled minds and half-finished plates.
As Jimin approached Taehyung's room, her steps slowed. There was something heavier on her mind, something she needed to say. Taehyung had stood up for her, given her the space to choose, to be free, and now, as always, he retreated to his room, carrying the weight of the family silently. Jimin paused just outside Taehyung's door.
"Ah—Mr. Kim, can't you be gentle?"
Her grip on the tray tightened slightly as she heard a familiar voice—Jungkook's— from within the room. Jimin's hand froze mid-air, her knuckles inches from the door as Jungkook's voice filtered out into the hallway.
Jimin's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. The tray of food wobbled slightly in her hands as her heart raced, panic rising.
Her best friend, Jungkook was moaning.
What on earth was going on inside?
Her mind scrambled to make sense of it and just as she was about to force herself to knock, she heard her brother's voice.
"It's you who can't stay still."
Taehyung's words sent Jimin's thoughts spiralling. Her face flushed red, her grip on the tray tightening as her imagination ran wild. Were they...?
No. No way.
Jimin stood frozen unsure whether to storm in or run in the opposite direction. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shake the awkwardness now flooding her system.
Still, Jimin couldn't exactly stand outside the door forever. She needed to snap out of it. Taking a deep breath, Jimin stepped back, deciding that maybe now wasn't the best time to deliver dinner.
"Jimin!"
Shίt, damn, Fὑck.
Jimin heard Taehyung's voice call out from inside the room.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her body stiffened. Oh no, he knew I was here. She turned slowly, the food feeling suddenly heavier in her hands. There was no way out now.
Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and pushed open the door. Her heart pounded as her mind raced back to the sounds she'd overheard.
As the door creaked open, she lifted her gaze and froze.
There, in the room, stood Taehyung and Jungkook, their bodies close, too close. From where Jimin stood, it almost looked as if they were... kissing. Jungkook's back was to the door, and Taehyung's face hovered near hers, his eyes fixed on Jimin. Oh no...
"Can you come here?" Taehyung asked, his intense gaze fixed on Jimin.
Jimin's thoughts spun wildly but didn't dare to make a sound.
"Uh... Grandma asked me to bring this," Jimin said, trying to keep her voice steady as she lifted the tray slightly. She avoided meeting her brother's gaze directly, focusing instead on Jungkook.
Jimin took cautious, baby steps forward, her eyes wide as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Her mind was running away with scandalous possibilities when suddenly, Jungkook whined, breaking the tension in the air.
Jimin blinked in confusion. Whining?
Jimin stepped a little closer. And then, as she got near enough, the real scene unfolded before her eyes.
Jungkook's hair—her long, soft strands—was tangled in Taehyung's shirt button.
Jimin's shoulders slumped in relief, a soft laugh escaping her as she realized what had happened.
"Oh, thank goodness," Jimin muttered under her breath.
Jungkook whined again. "Mr Kim, seriously! Be careful, you're pulling too hard!"
"I am being careful," Taehyung replied, his fingers trying to delicately undo the tangled hair. "You're the one who moved too suddenly. Who told you to stand so close?"
Jungkook huffed, her face flushing in frustration and embarrassment. "It's your fault! You pulled me in when I wasn't looking!"
Jimin understood the situation and covered her mouth to stifle her giggles. She couldn't believe the scene she'd stumbled into.
Stepping closer, Jimin gently placed the tray of food down on a nearby table. "Do you guys need some help or should I leave you to it?" she asked playfully, her eyes twinkling.
Jungkook turned slightly, as much as her hair allowed and gave Jimin a pleading look. "Please help me! Your brother is making it worse!"
Taehyung scoffed and replied in his usual calm, no-nonsense tone, his fingers carefully tugging at the tangled strands, though not making much progress, "I'm making it better,
"Better?" Jungkook repeated with disbelief. "This is not the better you quote, Mr Kim."
Jimin covered her mouth to hide her giggle as she watched them bickering.
Jungkook huffed, puffing her cheeks in that endearing way she always did when she was flustered.
"You should be like, 'Aww, my pretty innocent wife's hair is stuck in the shirt button,'" she continued mimicking Taehyung's voice, her eyes flickering up at him.
"Let me untangle the silky thread with all the gentleness in the world,' not just—" Jungkook paused, glaring at him with her doe eyes when she felt the small tugging sensation in her hair, "manhandle it!"
Taehyung blinked at her, "Silky thread?"
"Yes! Silky thread!" Jungkook retorted, pouting. She glanced at Jimin for support, her eyes sparkling with fake anger. "See, Jimin? He's ruining my hair and being all grumpy about it."
Taehyung working on the knot, barely reacting to Jungkook's scolding.
"If you could just stay still..."
Jungkook, of course, wasn't one to stay still. "But you're making it worse! You should be softer, like—" The wife raised her voice, still mimicking him. "Oh my precious, delicate pretty wife, Jungkook, let me ahh—" Jungkook broke off, feeling another tug and puffed her cheeks again.
"MR KIM!" Jungkook squeaked, the name rolling off her tongue in that cute, chirpy way only she could manage.
Then, without missing a beat, Taehyung turned toward Jimin, "Pass me the scissors."
Jungkook's eyes widened in alarm and she gasped dramatically.
"Don't you dare cut my hair, Mister!" Jungkook screeched, her voice filled with horror as she tried to squirm away from Taehyung, though her hair kept her in place.
Taehyung arched an eyebrow at Jungkook. "You said you wanted it untangled, right?" His tone was cool and calm but the glint in his eyes told a different story—he was definitely entertained.
"Yes, but I didn't say you had to rip it out and definitely, not cut them out," Jungkook retorted,
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk.
"It's just hair, Mrs Kim. It'll grow back," he said in his typical deadpan voice but the playfulness was unmistakable.
"Just hair?" Jungkook gasped again, this time even louder. "You absolute meanie monster! Do you know how long it took to grow this? I'll never forgive you if you cut it!"
Jimin, trying hard not to burst into laughter, handed over a comb instead of scissors. "Here, use this, not the scissors," she teased, shooting Taehyung a knowing look.
Taehyung glanced at the comb, then back at Jungkook, his face remaining expressionless. "I think the scissors would be faster," he replied, taking the comb with a sigh as if the entire ordeal was beneath him.
Jungkook pouted, turning her head slightly toward him despite the awkward angle. "You wouldn't dare," she muttered, her eyes narrowing in warning.
"I would," he replied in an almost bored tone, as he gently started to untangle her hair, but there was a spark of amusement in his eyes that Jungkook caught.
Jungkook narrowed her eyes, her voice threatening as she looked at Taehyung. "Dare to do it, Mister. If even one strand of my hair falls, just wait and see the consequences."
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, "Oh? What consequences?"
"I'll shave your head bald in the middle of the night," Jungkoo said, her tone was both sweet and threatening.
"And then I'll take all your silky black hair, sell it by the old bridge, and—" Jungkook paused, eyes gleaming with playful menace, "buy ice cream with the money. And guess what? I'll eat it all... right in front of you."
Jimin burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer. "Kookie, really?"
Taehyung, however, simply blinked at her, his face unreadable as always. He tilted his head slightly, his expression utterly deadpan, "All that... for a few strands of hair?"
Jungkook crossed her arms and nodded firmly. "Absolutely! For me, my hair is precious okay? and sacred too. You mess with my hair, I mess with yours."
"Duly noted. I'll keep my scissors away from your hair," he responded, his voice smooth as ever, his hands continuing their work.
Then, without looking at her, he added, "Though I have to say, you're a lot more dramatic than I expected."
"Dramatic?!" Jungkook gasped, her lips parting in disbelief. "You're about to cut my hair and I'm the dramatic one? You have no idea how much this hair means to me!"
Taehyung raised an eyebrow but didn't respond, focused on untangling the strands of hair.
Jimin, barely holding in her giggles, finally chimed in. "He's just teasing you, Jungkook. You know how he is. Always the serious face but secretly enjoying all the chaos."
Taehyung gave a slight shrug but didn't deny it. "It's not my fault she makes it so easy," he said casually, still working on her hair.
Jungkook wriggled slightly as her hair tugged against Taehyung's shirt button. "Okay, okay, but for real, can you please untangle me before I end up living my life stuck to your shirt?" she said with a pout, her cheeks puffed out as if in a silent plea.
Taehyung glanced down at her, "You seem to be enjoying the moment. Are you sure you're in a rush to be free?"
Jungkook's eyes widened and she huffed. "Excuse me, Mister Kim! I've got important things to do that don't involve being stuck to you all day. You better not have done this on purpose. If you did..."
Jungkook wiggled her finger at him, her lips forming a pout.
"If I did it on purpose, I would've chosen something less... frustrating," Taehyung said dryly. "Besides, why would I purposely trap you?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you secretly want me stuck by your side?" The wife sassed back.
Taehyung's expression didn't change but the warmth in his gaze deepened. "Secretly?" he murmured, his voice low enough that only Jungkook could hear.
"Maybe not so secretly, Mrs Kim."
Jungkook blinked, her cheeks flushing pink as she processed his words. She looked away quickly, tugging her lower lip between her teeth as she tried to hide her growing smile. "W-Well... that's not fair!" she stammered, suddenly flustered by the shift in his tone.
Jimin finally freed Jungkook's hair and stood back, wiping her hands as she watched the exchange.
"There you go! Crisis averted," Jimin said, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she observed the growing tension between the two.
Jungkook rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "Thanks, Jimin. I really thought I was going to live my life as an accessory to his shirt."
Jimin snorted with laughter, shaking her head. "Well, if anyone could pull it off, it'd be you."
Jimin chuckled but her expression turned more tender as she looked at them both. "You two are adorable," she said softly, the affection clear in her voice.
Jungkook blushed even harder, her hands fidgeting nervously as she shot Jimin a bashful look. "W-We're not adorable! He's just... well, he's just being weird, as usual."
The shy wife stole a glance at Taehyung, who was watching her with that same unreadable expression, though his eyes held something softer.
Taehyung tilted his head slightly, his gaze never wavering from Jungkook. "Weird?" he repeated as if considering the term carefully.
Jimin stepped forward and threw her arms around Jungkook in a sudden hug. "Thank you, Kookie," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. "You really are the best friend ever."
Caught off guard, Jungkook's initial surprise melted into a soft smile as she returned Jimin's hug. "Of course, Jiminie. You know I'm always here for you."
Pulling away, Jimin looked at Jungkook with bright eyes, her expression serious yet playful. "Now, how about you both eat that food before it gets cold?" Jimin said, gesturing toward the covered food on the table.
Jungkook's stomach rumbled in agreement and she laughed lightly. "Good idea! I'm starving!"
Jimin chuckled and moved out of the room, giving the couple much-needed privacy. Jungkook huffed playfully, crossing her arms as she strolled toward the mirror.
"Honestly, Mr. Kim... can't even be gentle for once," she grumbled, shaking her head as she picked up a comb.
"Who says, 'Pass me the scissors'? What does he think I am, a mannequin?"
Behind her, Taehyung calmly took a seat on the couch, his arms casually stretched along the backrest, silently observing his wife's cute grumbling to be over.
Jungkook pouted at herself in the mirror, combing out the last stubborn knot. "Next time, I'll handle it myself," she muttered.
Just then, she noticed something odd in the reflection. Her eyes widened and she froze mid-comb when she saw Taehyung sitting behind her, staring at her with his usual unreadable expression.
'how did I forget about his tall existence? Jungkook thought,
Taehyung raised an eyebrow slightly, the barest hint of amusement flickering across his otherwise poker face.
"If you're done cursing me for all my sins, shall we eat?" he asked smoothly, gesturing toward the untouched food with a slight nod. His gaze held hers, waiting patiently for her all along.
There was no mockery in his tone but the way he phrased it—cool, composed, with that trace of teasing just beneath the surface—made Jungkook's stomach flip.
Jungkook quickly turned away, her hair flipped beautifully by her movements and muttering, "I wasn't cursing... just stating facts."
But Taehyung's faint smirk only deepened. "Stating facts?" he said, rising gracefully to his feet.
Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as she heard Taehyung rise from the couch behind her, his presence growing nearer. She stood by the mirror, comb in hand, trying to play it cool, though her cheeks betrayed her by deepening in colour.
"Interesting facts you have there." His deep voice cut through the room's silence.
Jungkook huffed lightly, placing the comb down and turning to face him, though she couldn't meet his eyes directly.
"Well, it's true! You did make it worse, and—" the wife faltered, realizing she didn't have much of an argument.
Taehyung's calm gaze locked onto hers as he moved closer, closing the distance between them. He stood before her now, tall and imposing, yet there was a softness in his stance that only Jungkook could read.
Jungkook looked up at him for a second and then quickly away, unable to handle the intensity of his silent stare.
"Let's just eat," Jungkook mumbled, fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve.
Without another word, she brushed past Taehyung toward the food, her steps quick as she tried to escape his gaze. Her cheeks were still warm from their earlier exchange and she hoped the food would be a distraction.
Taehyung watched her as she moved. After a moment, he followed her lead, stepping silently toward the table. He could sense the tension between them—or perhaps, something he found entertaining in his way.
Jungkook sat down, her fingers toying with her spoon as she waited for him to join her. She could feel his presence but didn't dare look up just yet.
Not while her heart was still racing.
Taehyung settled across from her, placing her filled plate in front of Jungkook without a word. He was entirely focused on the task yet Jungkook could feel the attention in his every action. He wasn't just placing food on her plate—he was taking care of her in that quiet way of his, even if he'd never admit it aloud.
Jungkook finally picked up her plate, her eyes finally lifting to glance at him, only to find him already watching her with that same intense look.
"Thank you," Jungkook muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung gave a slight nod but his gaze didn't waver. Jungkook quickly took a bite, hoping the food would ease her jittery feelings but it didn't help that she could still feel his eyes on her, even as he picked up his spoon.
They began to eat. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional clink of cutlery. Jungkook glanced at Taehyung from time to time. He seemed so calm.
"How does he do it?" Jungkook thought, a frown creasing her forehead. "Sitting there all composed while I'm over here trying not to melt from his gaze. It's like he's always one step ahead."
Jungkook took another bite, trying to focus on the food but unable to shake the feeling of endearing irritation.
Taehyung noticed Jungkook's intense glares, "I don't want my wife to end up in jail,"
Jungkook's fork froze mid-air, her eyes blinking in surprise at Taehyung's sudden remark.
"W-What?" the wife stammered, her gaze flickering between him and her plate as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have.
Taehyung remained perfectly calm, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"You're glaring at me as if you're plotting something," the husband said, his deep voice smooth yet teasing. He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man."
Jungkook's cheeks turned pink. She quickly dropped her gaze, stuffing another bite of food into her mouth to avoid embarrassment.
"I wasn't... glaring," she muttered through a mouthful of food, her voice barely audible.
Jungkook wanted to retort, to come up with something witty but he was looking at her—so calm and intense at the same time—had her tongue-tied. Instead, she let out an exaggerated sigh, her cheeks puffing out as she turned her attention back to her food.
"You're completely unbearable, you know that?"
Taehyung remained unfazed. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Am I?" His tone was low.
Jungkook crossed her arms, leaning back slightly in her chair, trying to ignore her pulse quickened under his stare.
"Yes. Completely. Who stares at someone like that while eating? It's unsettling," the wife whined, her cheeks reddening.
He leaned back, his eyes never leaving her and shrugged slightly.
"Who are you to question? My wife, my eyes. I decide whom to stare and besides I can't help it if I find my wife... fascinating."
His voice dropped to a murmur, the words wrapping around her like a whisper.
Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, flustered, her mind scrambling for a comeback. "Fascinating?" Jungkook could barely believe what she was hearing.
Was this the same anti-romantic husband she'd known all this time?
Tulips grew on her cheeks and she quickly looked down at her plate, pretending to focus on her food but it was useless. Jungkook couldn't think straight. The word "fascinating" looped in her mind, sending her thoughts spiralling in a way she wasn't used to.
Fascinating? He finds me fascinating.
Jungkook swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure but her hands betrayed her, trembling slightly as she gripped her spoon. How could he say something so... romantic and act it was no big deal? And how he said it, like it was the most natural thing in the world, left her completely flustered.
Since when does he say things like that? He never—he's supposed to be the unromantic one! The teasing one! The one who...
Jungkook stole a glance at him from beneath her lashes, only to find him still watching her with that calm gaze. The soft smirk on his lips sent a flurry of butterflies through her stomach.
Calm down, Jungkook, it's just a word. Don't let him get to you. But... how can I not? She pressed her lips together, her mind scrambling for some comeback, but the way he said it and looked at her—Ugh, it's impossible to ignore!
In a desperate attempt to break the tension Jungkook felt building inside her, she took another bite of her food, though she barely tasted it. Her heart wouldn't stop racing. She wasn't used to this side of Taehyung—this almost romantic side he revealed without warning.
It caught her completely off guard and she wasn't sure if she should be embarrassed or... thrilled.
Maybe, just maybe, her unromantic husband wasn't so unromantic after all.
They continued their meal in that same comfortable silence but the tension between them had shifted, becoming something softer, more intimate. Now and then, Jungkook would sneak a glance at him, only to find his eyes already on her, watching her with that unreadable expression that always made her heart race.
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Later, Jungkook gathered the empty plates from the table and noticed Taehyung still seated, watching her with that calm intensity. She flashed him a bright smile, trying to lighten the mood. "I can handle this, you know. Just a few plates and utensils!"
"You take rest. I will wash them,"
"But I want to do this," Jungkook insisted, her eyes sparkling. She leaned closer, giving him her best puppy eyes, hoping to sway him.
"Pleeeaaase? Just let me do this one thing! I promise it won't take long."
Taehyung hesitated. He always found it hard to resist her when she looked at him like that, and after a moment, he sighed in defeat. "Fine,"
"Yay!" Jungkook exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. She quickly turned and made her way to the kitchen, eager for a little space away from his intense gaze.
Taehyung looked at his wife's retracting figure and shook his head.
I dont know what goes in that head of hers.
On the other hand,
Jungkook happily marched towards the kitchen, a playful bounce in her step.
Although I could use my magic to do these dishes, Jungkook smirked while thinking, this is my chance to have some space.
The thought of waving her hand and watching the dishes scrub themselves was tempting, but she relished the idea of a little solitude instead.
Being in the same room with mr Kim feels... intense.
Jungkook approached the sink and felt her heart race just thinking about it.
Just a little time away from his intense gaze—time to think without feeling like I'm under a microscope.
Jungkook began washing the dishes, the sound of water splashing was soothing.
Jungkook's mind wandered back to Taehyung's earlier compliment about her being "fascinating." Fascinating? She couldn't wrap her head around it.
Since when does he use words like that?
She bit her lip to stifle a giggle, shaking her head. I'll get him back for that later, Jungkook thought.
Unknown to Jungkook, Yuna stood at the kitchen door, hidden in the shadows. Her expression was serious, her brow furrowed as she observed from a distance.
One night, she thought, her mind racing, I have only tonight to find that lamp.
Yuna watched Jungkook working in the kitchen, "The key to the lamp is Taehyung," she mused, her mind calculating.
"I need to get close to Taehyung. If I can find a way to get to him, I can find the lamp."
"And the key to Taehyung is jungkook!"
A smirk formed on Yuna's face when a plan began to take shape in her mind.
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It's time for the showdown. Double Bunny Jungkook Vs Yuna-Tuna! Who will win?
"of course my wife," a deep voice came from behind. The camera pans towards the figure sitting on the couch with a victory smirk on his face.
*Auhtor peeks in*, "yahhh! I know mister, your wife will win. let me create suspense."
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