"I’ll be there in ten minutes," Jungkook said over the phone, his voice steady. He looked at the quiet coastal road ahead. The sun blazed in the sky, and the sea breeze was strong. He was on his way to a meeting about a new resort project.

As he drove, something caught his eye. A stick stood straight in the middle of the road. Frowning, Jungkook stopped the car and got out.

"What the hell?" he muttered, pulling the stick out of the ground and tossing it to the side. He got back in the car and started driving slowly, admiring the peaceful beauty around him.

"Thanks for the ride!"

A voice came from the backseat. Jungkook froze.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, losing control of the wheel for a moment. He quickly hit the brakes and stopped the car.

He turned around and saw a boy smiling at him.

"What the hell? Who are you?" Jungkook shouted.

"Hi, I’m Taehyung. We met at your office before," the boy said, still grinning.

"What are you doing in my car?" Jungkook asked, his tone sharp.

"My car broke down," Taehyung explained. "So I hopped in."

"This is not how you ask for a ride! Get out!"

"No way! I need to get to the beach resort. Please drop me there," Taehyung pleaded.

"I said, get out!" Jungkook repeated.

"Come on, look around. There’s no one else here, and it’s so hot. Please?"

"You could call someone for help," Jungkook said, clearly annoyed.

"Jungkookie, don’t tell me you’re scared of being with a handsome guy like me," Taehyung teased, winking.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Fine. But don’t talk," he warned, starting the car again.

"Talk about what, sir?" Taehyung asked, pretending to be innocent.

Jungkook sighed, hitting the steering wheel in frustration.

Taehyung smirked. "By the way, where’s your side chick, sir?"

"What?" Jungkook glared at him through the mirror.

"You know, the tall girl... Lisa," Taehyung said casually.

"She’s my assistant," Jungkook corrected, his jaw tightening.

"Right, your assistant. Sure. I’ve seen how that goes. But hey, she’s beautiful. I wouldn’t blame you. Honestly, I might have a thing for her too—especially those long legs—"

"Shut up, Taehyung!" Jungkook snapped. "She’s my sister!" His face turned red with anger.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. "Oh, sorry! I didn’t know. Just joking!" He leaned back, pulling out his phone, a sly smile on his face.

Taehyung quickly sent a text:
"Jimin, he said  Lisa is his sister."

Lisa, standing with Jimin and  others, read the message and smiled.

"Good job, Tae," Jimin texted back. "But don’t push it too far. He might really throw you out."

"Don’t worry, Jiminie. I’ll behave," Taehyung replied, smirking.

"So, Mr. Jungkookie, why aren’t you married yet? Any issues? Physically or mentally?" Taehyung asked with a cheeky grin.

Jungkook gripped the steering wheel tighter. "What’s your problem, Taehyung?"

"I just want to know, you know, to avoid any future problems."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Taehyung waved his hand dismissively. "But seriously, why do you always look so angry? Do you have... appendix issues?"

Jungkook exhaled deeply, trying to keep his patience.

"Who was your first kiss? Next question."

"Taehyung, did you hit your head somewhere? Keep quiet," Jungkook growled.

Taehyung smirked, looking out the window. "I feel like kissing right now... Look at this place—so serene. Two handsome guys alone in a car... It’s so... romantic."

Jungkook slammed the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt. "Get out, Taehyung. I swear, I’ll throw you out myself."

"You don’t have to. I’m going!" Taehyung opened the door and hopped out, walking away briskly.

"Hey!" Jungkook called after him, but Taehyung kept walking. That’s when Jungkook noticed they’d already reached their destination. He sighed in frustration and drove the car into the resort parking lot.

As Jungkook stepped out, a security guard rushed over, handing him the keys. Jungkook ignored him and walked straight to the resort entrance. He was greeted warmly by the staff.

"The room keys?" Jungkook asked curtly.

"Your wife already collected them, sir," the receptionist replied politely.

Jungkook froze. "Wife?"

"Yes, sir. he’s already gone to the room," the receptionist said, looking confused.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. He had a pretty good idea of who this so-called "wife" was. "Do you have an ambulance service here?" he asked the manager.

"Yes, sir," the manager said, looking even more puzzled.

"Good. I might need one," Jungkook muttered under his breath, rolling up his sleeves. He marched toward the room, his footsteps heavy with frustration

.

The moment Jungkook entered the room, all his anger melted away. Taehyung was sprawled on the bed, sound asleep, his face calm and serene like a child’s.

He looked... adorable. Peaceful.

Jungkook sighed, shaking his head. "Wife," he muttered to himself and walked to the washroom, closing the door behind him.

The sound of the door clicked, and Taehyung opened one eye, peeking cautiously. When he was sure Jungkook wasn’t about to storm out and toss him into the sea, he relaxed.

"Thank God," Taehyung whispered to himself. "I thought he was going to throw me off a cliff this time." Stretching lazily, he smirked at the washroom door.

"Dear hubby," he said softly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Once we’re back from here, I’ll be your child’s mother."

With a satisfied sigh, he flopped back onto the bed and drifted off to sleep.