🥀 𝟓𝟏. 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞

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"You all are so intelligent pookies. Everywhere guessed correctly,"

❤

Mrs. Min suddenly announced, "My daughter will be arriving soon."

The bell rang, signalling the arrival, and the butler quickly stepped forward to open the door.

As the door swung open, a couple stood in the doorway. The woman smiled while the man beside her stood tall. Grandma Kim moved forward gracefully, a warm greeting already on her lips.

"Welcome, dear," Grandma said, embracing the woman, then turning to shake the man's hand.

But something was different.

Taehyung straightened up, his expression darkening as his eyes locked on the man at the door. Jungkook, standing beside Taehyung, stiffened as well. Her playfulness from earlier was gone, replaced by an icy stillness as she recognized the man.

Jungkook's hand reached for Taehyung's arm, gripping it tightly. She felt her heart pound in her chest. Taehyung's jaw clenched.

"He...?" Jungkook whispered but the word died on her lips.

She didn't need to ask. She already knew.

Taehyung's anger flared as he stared at the man at the door. Every muscle in his body tensed, and a storm brewed in his dark eyes. He felt an urge to protect what was his, and in that moment, Jungkook was everything.

"Sangwoon," Taehyung whispered the name a low growl that echoed with suppressed rage.

Jungkook clutched his hand tightly, her heart racing as old memories flashed through her mind—vivid snapshots of her engagement day, where Sangwoon's predatory glances made her skin crawl. She remembered how he had loomed over her, his presence suffocating, and how she had felt trapped in a web of expectations.

The unease she had felt that day came rushing back, and she shivered slightly, wanting nothing more than to erase those memories.

On the other hand, Taehyung fisted his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white as a flood of memories rushed through his mind. The mere mention of Sangwoon's name was enough to ignite the storm inside him. He remembered the rumours—Sangwoon's whoring habits, the countless women he had exploited, and the malicious way he toyed with people for his gain. But the most infuriating memory of all was how Sangwoon had targeted Jungkook.

Taehyung's jaw clenched as the image of those vile snapshots flashed in his mind—images Sangwoon had taken of Jungkook without her consent, moments she hadn't even been aware of, stolen and used in the most degrading way.

His mind replayed the painful details of that dark chapter—how Sangwoon had gotten too close to Jungkook, his sick obsession, the way he had manipulated situations just to be near her. Taehyung had learned of it all later, and it had nearly broken him, knowing someone had violated Jungkook's privacy in such a disgusting manner.

The thought of Sangwoon even standing in the same room as her now was unbearable. Taehyung's body tensed, his hand itching to do something, anything, to make sure that man paid for what he'd done. But more than that, he knew he had to keep Jungkook safe.

"I swear on myself," Taehyung thought, his fists trembling at his sides. "If he ever dares to come near her again..."

But he stopped himself, glancing down at Jungkook. Her hand was still gripping his, her presence calming the raging storm within him, at least for now. She had been through enough and he wouldn't let Sangwoon take anything from her.

MEANWHILE,

Grandma Kim approached the doorway with her usual warmth, completely unaware of the tension simmering between Taehyung and Sangwoon.

"Ah, welcome! Come inside, please," she greeted cheerfully, gesturing for Sangwoon and his partner to enter.

Sangwoon smirked as he stepped forward, his eyes momentarily locking with Taehyung's in a silent taunt. It was a grin that Taehyung recognized all too well, one that sent a surge of anger through him.

Jungkook stiffened but before the situation could escalate, Grandma Kim took her hand gently.

"Come along, Jungkook dear," Grandma said softly, not noticing the darkening atmosphere. "Let's go meet the rest of the family."

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, her eyes on Taehyung, searching for reassurance. He gave her a barely noticeable nod, though his gaze remained locked on Sangwoon.

Reluctantly, Jungkook allowed herself to be led away by Grandma Kim, her steps faltering slightly as she disappeared from Taehyung's side, leaving him alone with Sangwoon.

The silence that followed felt heavy like the calm before a storm.

"Surprised, Mr. Kim?" Sangwoon raised his hand for a handshake, his lips curled into a mocking smile.

Taehyung didn't move. His piercing gaze locked onto Sangwoon's eyes, silently cutting through the smug facade. Taehyung's silence was louder than any words could have been.

Sangwoon let his hand fall, undeterred by the rejection. "Looks like Jungkook didn't tell you about my arrival. I messaged her this morning," he added testing Taehyung's patience.

"Messaged her?" Taehyung scoffed, a dry, humourless sound escaping his lips, "Bold of you to think that my wife would even notice a message from someone like you, let alone reply."

Sangwoon's smirk returned as he tried to regain his footing. "Felt bad, Mr. Kim?" he asked, his voice laced with arrogance.

"Don't take it to heart. Apparently, families like hers train their daughters to deceive others. It's in their nature, isn't it?" Sangwoon leaned back slightly, his eyes glinting with malice, clearly testing the limits of Taehyung's patience.

Taehyung's body went rigid, every muscle tightening as the words hung in the air. His hand clenched into a fist at his side, his knuckles turning white.

Taehyung took a slow step toward Sangwoon, his dark gaze burning with fury, but his voice remained eerily calm.

"Deceiving?" Taehyung's voice was low, dangerously quiet. "The only one who knows anything about deception here is you, Sangwoon."

He took a step closer, his presence radiating power. "But let me make something clear," he continued, his words sharp as a blade. "You can spew your venom all you want, but don't you dare question my wife's integrity. Unlike you, she has nothing to hide."

Sangwoon faltered slightly at the intensity in Taehyung's voice, though he tried to maintain his composure. Taehyung added with a chilling finality, "If you value your dignity, you'll stop talking while you still have it. You are a guest, behave like one."

Sangwoon's smirk wavered, his attempt at bravado faltering in the face of Taehyung's unrelenting gaze. The air between them was suffocating.

For a moment, neither man moved, the silence hanging heavy. Sangwoon swallowed but forced a strained chuckle, as though trying to brush off Taehyung's words.

Taehyung didn't move, his piercing eyes locked on Sangwoon. He stood firm, his presence looming communicated more than any words could. There was no need for further threats—his message was clear.

"Hubby," a soft voice called, drawing Taehyung's and Jungkook's attention.

Sangwoon turned toward the sound, and they saw a woman making her way over. She smiled warmly, her arm slipping through Sangwoon's as she approached.

Jungkook, who had been nervously playing with the lace of her dress, stopped and looked up, her gaze shifting between the woman and Sangwoon. The woman beamed unaware of the tension in the air as she held Sangwoon's arm.

"This is my husband, Lee Sangwoon" she introduced him proudly, as if sensing no discord.

Mrs Min smiled at her daughter and son-in-law, standing together. While Jungkook blinked, momentarily frozen as she processed the words.

"We've been happily married for two years," the woman said with a bright smile, dropping a bomb that made the air in the room feel heavy.

Jungkook's breath hitched. Two years?

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the timeline. Just a month ago, Sangwoon had been at her house, presenting himself as her groom. The thought made her stomach churn with disbelief.

Jungkook's eyes widened as the realization struck her. Sangwoon was fooling me all along.

Her stomach twisted and a wave of nausea hit her. The man who had once sat in her house, who had smiled at her mother and discussed their future had been lying the entire time.

A flurry of thoughts rushed through her mind. Did my mother know? The possibility felt like a sharp sting in her chest. Her mother, Kara, had been so insistent on the match.

Had her mother been part of this deception? Or had Sangwoon played them all, deceiving her family all along?

Was this all just some twisted game to him?

The thought made her feel even more betrayed, her trust unravelling.

Jungkook's fingers trembled as she clenched them in her lap, trying to stay composed in front of the room full of people. But the questions in her mind kept spinning.

Grandma stood up and gestured for everyone to follow her to the dining table.

"Dinner is ready, everyone! Let's not keep the food waiting," she announced cheerfully.

As they moved toward the dining area, Jungkook felt a wave of anxiety wash over her as she followed the group, her heart racing. She needed a moment to collect herself. Unable to face Sangwoon and the revelations, she slipped into the kitchen instead, hoping to find a moment of solitude.

As Jungkook stepped into the kitchen, the comforting scents of spices and freshly cooked food surrounded her. The room was filled with cooks moving swiftly as they plated the dishes. Jungkook leaned against the counter, her heart pounding in her chest.

She could hear the laughter and chatter from the dining room, but it felt like a world away. How could he stand there, smiling as if nothing had happened? Her mind raced with memories of Sangwoon, their brief engagement, and the way he had presented himself as the perfect groom.

Now, it all felt like a cruel joke.

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. She focused on the vibrant ingredients scattered across the kitchen counter,

"Could I help with anything?" Jungkook asked the house helpers, forcing a smile to mask her unease.

One of the cooks, a kind woman with flour-dusted hands, glanced up and smiled warmly. "Of course, Mrs Kim! We could use an extra hand to garnish these dishes. Would you like to help with the salad?"

Jungkook nodded eagerly, grateful for the distraction. She joined the cooks and began arranging slices of colourful vegetables on a large platter. The fresh green cucumbers and red tomatoes brightened her mood, even a little.

But as she placed the last slice of cucumber, her mind drifted back to Sangwoon and the shocking revelation of his marriage. A heaviness settled back over her, but she fought against it, concentrating instead on the beautiful colours of the food before her.

"Mrs Kim, we're almost ready to serve," one of the cooks called, breaking her reverie.

"Okay!" Jungkook replied, putting the finishing touches on the salad. As she stepped back to admire their work, she felt pride. For a brief moment, she had managed to push the chaos out of her mind.

Jungkook asked the helpers to move forward with the carts, assuring them she would join shortly. They obliged, pushing the laden carts out of the kitchen as the delicious aroma of the meal wafted through the air. She took a moment to focus on other tasks, organizing the remaining ingredients and clearing the counter, attempting to shake off the unsettling feelings from earlier.

Suddenly, she felt a grip on her wrist, pulling her back. Startled, Jungkook turned to see Sangwoon standing there, his expression earnest yet unsettling.

"Jungkook, I need to talk to you," he insisted, his voice low and urgent.

Jungkook's heart raced, and her anger flared as she twisted her wrist away from his grasp, pulling back with a fierce glare.

"But I don't want to talk with a cheap person like you!" Jungkook shot back, her words laced with venom.

Sangwoon faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "I'm serious, Jungkook. Just hear me out!"

"Why should I?" she snapped, her voice rising. "You've been playing games with my life. You don't get just to waltz back in and expect me to listen to you. You made your choices."

His brow furrowed, frustration creeping into his features. "You don't understand—"

"No, you don't understand!" Jungkook interrupted, the fire in her eyes unwavering.

"I don't regret anything that happened. You showed your true colours, and I see you for who you really are. Don't even think for a second that I'll let you manipulate me again."

Sangwoon opened his mouth to respond, but Jungkook cut him off, her voice dripping with sass. "Sarah, please direct our guest back to the dining table; it seems he's lost his way."

With a pointed look, Jungkook turned her back on him, her confidence radiating as she delivered the final blow.

Sangwoon's expression shifted but before he could retort, Sarah stepped forward with a polite smile. "Of course, Mrs. Kim,"

Sarah turned to Snagwoon, "Right this way."

Jungkook glanced at Sarah, "And make sure he doesn't get lost again,"

As they walked away, Jungkook felt satisfaction. She couldn't help but smirk, knowing she had put Sangwoon in his place. Her heart still raced but she was proud of how she had stood up for herself, unwilling to let Sangwoon dictate her feelings or her life any longer.

A few minutes later,

Jungkook returned to the dining area. The Mins were seated around the grand table, their low conversations filling the room. The helpers laid the feast—lavish platters of meats, loaves of bread, fruits, and delicacies gleamed under the soft light.

Jungkook quietly slipped into her seat beside Taehyung. Wordlessly, Taehyung began serving her dinner. She smiled softly, grateful for his silent care, and took a bite of the food he placed on her plate.

However, Jungkook's peace was short-lived.

Sangwoon seated himself beside her with his wife. Jungkook felt irritation rise in her chest as she stiffened slightly. Her eyes flickered to Taehyung, wondering if he had noticed the sudden tension that Sangwoon's presence brought.

Taehyung's face remained stoic, though Jungkook could sense the shift in his posture—the quiet, dangerous alertness he always carried when something or someone he didn't trust was near. He glanced briefly at Sangwoon before continuing to eat.

Jungkook picked at her food, trying to ignore Sangwoon's unwelcome proximity. The man tried too hard to act normal, his laughter too loud, his gestures too forced. She glanced up at Taehyung again, her stomach twisting in discomfort.

As the dinner progressed, the table buzzed with low conversation. Mr. and Mrs. Min discussed the union of Jimin and Yoongi. The sound of clinking cutlery and gentle laughter blended with the soft music in the background.

However, Jungkook found it hard to focus.

She could feel Sangwoon's presence beside her, his attention more on her than on his wife. His gaze would flicker toward her, and each glance felt unsettling.

Mrs Min smiled warmly, addressing the Kims. "We are honoured to be here tonight, especially to discuss such a happy occasion. Our Yoongi speaks highly of Jimin."

Jungkook nodded politely, though her mind was elsewhere. Sangwoon sat too close for her comfort, and she couldn't help but tense up every time his arm brushed against hers.

Mr. Min chimed in, raising a glass. "To the future of our families, and to a union that will surely bring even more strength and harmony between us."

The glasses clinked, and everyone took a sip. Jungkook stiffened slightly as Sangwoon's knee brushed against hers under the table. At first, she thought it was an accident, but when it happened again, it became clear it was intentional. Her heart raced, her body tensing as she instantly shifted her leg away from his.

Jungkook tried to focus on her meal, but moments later, she felt Sangwoon's hand "accidentally" graze her thigh, his fingers brushing against her dress under the tablecloth. Her breath hitched, and she shot him a glare, her hand immediately moving to push him away.

"Excuse me," Jungkook whispered harshly, trying to contain her anger.

Sangwoon dared to smirk slightly as if her discomfort was amusing to him. "Ah, my apologies," he said smoothly, his tone too casual. "The table's a bit cramped."

Jungkook's heart thudded with anger and discomfort. She tried to maintain her composure, not wanting to cause a scene.

But Taehyung noticed. He always noticed.

Jungkook clenched her jaw, pulling her leg away from his touch. "Don't," she hissed quietly, her voice sharp and filled with disgust.

Jungkook's gaze met Taehyung's briefly, and at that moment, she knew he wouldn't let this slide.

Without a word, Taehyung's hand slipped from hers, fingers brushing along her thigh beneath the table. His hand moved to the edge of her chair. His grip tightened, his strong fingers curling around the wooden frame. In the next moment, Taehyung pulled her chair toward him, the sound of the chair dragging barely audible due to the loud conversation around the table.

Jungkook gasped softly, her body responding as she collided with Taehyung's side, her thigh pressing against the solid warmth of his. The closeness sent a shiver down her spine.

Taehyung didn't stop there.

His palm pressed firmly into her lower back which made her breath hitch again. The possessive, protective touch made Jungkook's pulse quicken and her skin tingle with awareness.

Taehyung shifted in his seat, casually draping one leg over the other. His knee brushed against Jungkook's thigh, the action was small but intentional, a subtle reminder that she was entirely in his orbit.

His arm brushed against her back, his size making Jungkook feel even smaller beside him. It wasn't just his height or the breadth of his shoulders—it was the way he carried himself, like a king, confident in his power and the authority he had over her and everyone else.

Taehyung's gaze shifted toward Sangwoon, his jaw clenched with possessiveness. He straightened in his seat, his stoic expression hardening as he spoke, his voice cold and unyielding.

"Sangwoon."

The sound of Taehyung's voice made the entire table pause, conversations halting as everyone looked toward him. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Sangwoon froze mid-action, his fingers inching toward Jungkook's side. His confident smirk faltered, eyes widening as he turned to face Taehyung's cold gaze. The dirty gleam that had sparkled in Sangwoon's eyes moments ago vanished, replaced by fear.

"I would suggest," Taehyung said slowly, "you keep your hands to your reach."

For a moment, the table remained still, everyone trying to decipher Taehyung's words though they didn't understand fully. Only Jungkook and Sangwoon knew exactly what he meant. Taehyung's cold, dangerous tone had made that clear.

Taehyung's hand, still possessively resting on Jungkook's back, tightened its grip. His gaze flicked toward the hot sizzler dish that had been placed dangerously close to Sangwoon's hands. He gestured toward it in what appeared to the others as a friendly warning.

"Careful," he continued, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "I wouldn't want you to leave this table with fewer fingers than you arrived with."

To the others, it seemed like nothing more than a casual remark, a simple expression of concern over the steaming sizzler near Sangwoon. But Sangwoon understood the meaning beneath the words—the hidden threat that dripped from Taehyung's voice like venom.

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat as she glanced between the two men, her heart pounding. Taehyung's fingers traced slow circles on her back.

Sangwoon's smirk vanished completely, his fingers retracting from where they had been moving toward Jungkook. He swallowed hard, nodding stiffly, as if suddenly aware of just how thin the ice beneath him had become.

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After the dinner,

The Kims and Mins gathered together, preparing for a ritual that symbolized the union between their two families—the bond between Yoongi and Jimin. Both families moved into the room, adorned with soft candlelight and floral arrangements that reflected the importance of the moment.

In the centre of the room stood a low table, draped in silk, with two bowls of water placed at its centre—each representing one family. The water was clear, reflecting the purity and sanctity of the bond that was about to be symbolized.

Jungkook stood beside Taehyung, watching as Yoongi and Jimin stepped forward. Mrs. Min, smiled warmly as she placed her son's hand gently into Jimin's.

The small gesture signified the beginning of the ritual.

Grandma Kim stepped forward next. She held a delicate silver cup filled with sacred oil, moving toward the couple. She approached them and dipped a small silver spoon into the cup, lifting the oil and pouring it gently into each bowl of water.

"The water represents the purity of your union," Grandma Kim spoke, "As the oil merges with the water, it symbolizes the merging of your lives, your hearts, and your families."

Everyone in the room watched closely as the golden oil spread across the surface of the water, shimmering in the soft candlelight. The oil didn't blend with the water, yet it stayed on top, beautiful and undisturbed—a perfect symbol of the balance Yoongi and Jimin would bring to each other.

Jimin's eyes met Yoongi's as they exchanged shy smiles, a soft warmth blossoming between them as they prepared to embrace their future together.

Mrs Min then stepped forward, holding two crimson threads. She tied the threads around Yoongi and Jimin's wrists, connecting them.

"This thread is the bond that ties your fates together. Through storms and calm, your hands will always find each other."

The room was filled with elder's approval, their eyes watching as the threads were secured. The ritual was completed and both families stepped back, allowing Yoongi and Jimin to talk.

A cheer erupted from the younger members and the room lightened as laughter and joy replaced the formality. Yoongi and Jimin stood surrounded by love.

Jungkook smiled, her heart swelling with happiness for the couple. She glanced at Taehyung. During the ritual, she felt the depth of their connection too—a reminder that, despite everything, they were as bound to each other as Yoongi and Jimin were now.

And just like that, the Kim and Min families had taken another step toward their future, united in tradition and love.

As the evening drew to a close,

The Min family stood up from their seats, signalling that it was time for them to take their leave. Mr. and Mrs. Min exchanged polite smiles with the Kims, expressing their gratitude for the warm hospitality.

"We truly appreciate this evening," Mrs. Min said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "It means a lot for both our families."

Mr. Min gave a respectful nod toward Taehyung, then turned to Jungkook. "We look forward to the union. Yoongi and Jimin are fortunate to have such a strong bond."

Jungkook smiled warmly, her heart lightened after the earlier tension. She glanced at Jimin and Yoongi, the couple whose love was about to be celebrated.

Taehyung stood as well, extending his hand to Mr. Min with a firm shake, his expression softening slightly in respect.

"It was our honour to host you. We'll continue to support the bond between our families."

The Mins gathered their things, offering final words of thanks and farewells as the Kims escorted them to the door. Taehyung was about to retreat for the evening when Sangwoon reappeared, lingering in the doorway with a tense expression. He offered a thin excuse, mumbling about a "missing phone" as he stepped further into the room.

Before Taehyung could take another step, Sangwoon grabbed his wrist. The contact was abrupt, stopping Taehyung mid-stride.

Taehyung's demeanour shifted when he felt Sangwoon's hand clasped around his wrist. His body stiffened, and his gaze dropped to the offending touch before slowly rising to meet Sangwoon's eyes. His raised eyebrow was a silent warning but carried a thousand unspoken threats.

Taehyung harshly jerked his arm free from Sangwoon's grip, the sharp movement causing Sangwoon to stumble slightly. The male straightened himself and spoke in a low, urgent tone.

"You are getting attached to the wrong person, Young Master Kim."

He gestured toward Jungkook, who was sitting with Jimin. His words dripped with malice as he added, "I know you won't believe me, but trust me. Jungkook is keeping a secret from you. She's not someone who can be loyal. She tends to wander, and I will prove it to you."

Taehyung didn't respond immediately, but the look on his face was deadly calm. His eyes darkened, the tension in his body growing more with every second. A flicker of cold amusement briefly flashed across his face as he took in Sangwoon's audacity.

Slowly, Taehyung stepped closer to Sangwoon. His voice was low and dangerously measured, filled with a cold rage that chilled the air.

"You've made two mistakes tonight, Sangwoon," Taehyung said, his tone terrifyingly calm. "The first was touching me."

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper only Sangwoon could hear. "The second was daring to speak of my wife in such a way. If you think for a second that I will let you insult her, or even entertain the idea that you can plant doubt in my mind about her, then you are even more foolish than I thought."

Taehyung's lips curled into a smirk, though his eyes remained deadly. "Consider this your last warning. Don't test me again."

Sangwoon's confidence faltered, the smirk he wore just moments ago vanishing under Taehyung's lethal stare. He opened his mouth to respond, but Taehyung didn't give him the chance.

"Get Lost," Taehyung added sharply, his tone final.

Sangwoon's face paled, and he hesitated for a moment before turning and leaving, his footsteps hurried as he disappeared from the room.

Taehyung watched him go, his jaw tight with barely restrained anger.

As Sangwoon disappeared, Taehyung's fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white. The room felt suffocating, and the faint sound of the door closing behind Sangwoon wasn't enough to ease the fury boiling inside him. Taehyung stood rooted in place, his jaw tight, the muscles ticking as he fought to keep his emotions bottled up.

But it was a losing battle.

Flashbacks of Sangwoon's hand brushing against Jungkook seared into Taehyung's mind. The way Sangwoon had dared to touch her as if he had any right, ignited something primal inside him. The possessiveness that always simmered beneath Taehyung's calm exterior surged to the surface, and the thought of anyone even thinking of laying a hand on Jungkook sent a storm raging through his chest.

He gritted his teeth, his entire body tensing as memories of Sangwoon's disgusting smile flashed before him. The soft way Jungkook had glanced at him, trying to stay composed, only fueled his anger.

His wife had been uncomfortable and he hadn't acted sooner.

"How dare he," Taehyung muttered under his breath. His mind whirled with images of Jungkook—the softness in her eyes, how she leaned into him for protection—and the idea that someone like Sangwoon had disrespected her so blatantly made Taehyung's blood boil.

His possessiveness was overwhelming.

Jungkook was his—his wife, his to protect, his to cherish.

No one else had the right to even think about her, let alone touch her.

Taehyung moved swiftly, his long strides purposeful as he crossed the room toward Jungkook. His hand wrapped around her wrist, strong but not painful, his touch sending an electric shock through her.

Jungkook looked up, confusion evident in her wide eyes, but Taehyung didn't offer any explanation. His grip never hesitated, his silence heavy with unspoken emotions.

Without a word, he pulled her toward their room, his possessiveness driving him forward with a single-minded intensity.

Jungkook followed, her steps hurried to keep up with his pace, her heart racing with confusion and concern. She had never seen him like this—so quiet yet so confusing. His actions hung in the air making her stomach twist with uncertainty.

What had Sangwoon said to him? Why was he acting like this?

"Mr Kim?" Jungkook whispered, her voice small and uncertain, eyes fixed on the broad back of her husband.

But Taehyung said nothing.

His jaw was set, his chest rising and falling heavily as he marched forward. The silence between them stretched, thick and charged. Jungkook's confusion deepened. She could sense something was wrong, something heavy on his mind, but he wasn't ready to share it yet. His possessive grip, the way he had pulled her away from everyone, told her he was battling something deep inside.

Taehyung pulled Jungkook into their room, the door slamming shut behind them with a loud thud. Before she could even process what was happening, his hands were on her, pinning her against the door. Jungkook pressed into the cold wood, the heat of his body suffocatingly close as his gaze bore into hers, dark with a possessiveness she hadn't seen before.

His towering frame engulfed hers, and for a moment, there was only the sound of their breaths mingling, the tension between them crackling like a storm about to break.

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What do you think Taehyung will do?

Ask politely like the gentleman he is...

OR

Will his emotions break through, leading to a heated, breathless moment where he loses himself in his desire for his wife?

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