🥀 49. 𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Morning arrived sooner than expected, with sunlight streaming through the grey curtains, filling the Kim couple's room with a warm glow.  The light slowly crept over the bed, illuminating the faces of the couple nestled together under the soft blankets. Jungkook lay nestled against her CEO husband's sturdy chest, her face shined with the afterglow of the previous night's intimacy. Taehyung, lost in his dreams, kept a protective grip around her small waist, his strong arms holding her close.

Disturbed by the bright sunlight, Taehyung stirred in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked rapidly to clear his vision. Blinking against the brightness, he yawned softly, his face calm as he slowly began to stir. He felt the familiar weight of his arm resting on something soft, something... precious. Looking down, he saw the adorable sight of his clumsy yet cute wife cuddled against him. One arm was her pillow, while the other wrapped protectively around her waist.

Jungkook lay snuggled against him, her lips parted slightly. Her head rested on his arm, using it as a pillow, while her small hands rested on his chest, holding onto him. His free arm was draped possessively around her waist, holding her close. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his stoic features softening as he gazed at her sleepy form.

Taehyung watched as her brow furrowed slightly, her body shifting closer to him, seeking his warmth even in her sleep. His heart clenched at the sight. Without thinking, he adjusted his grip, pulling her closer, his hand gently resting on her back. She was so small compared to him, and yet, it felt like she was the one who held him together.

Taehyung's fingers unconsciously brushed through the loose strands of her hair, his touch careful not to wake her. He could feel her warm breath striking against his skin.

Jungkook's eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the bright sunlight. She lazily blinked her eyes, her long lashes fluttering. The first thing she saw was Taehyung's sharp feline eyes and besides that, the piercing sunlight.

Feeling a bit dazed, Jungkook blinked a few times to process what was happening. She raised her head just slightly, only to realise their closeness. As reality set in, her cheeks flushed with warmth, recalling the previous night's events and realizing her husband was watching her intently. A flush of heat rose to her cheeks, turning her pale skin a lovely shade of pink. She bit her lower lip coyly and lowered her gaze.

Jungkook sneakily peeked up from beneath her long lashes, letting out a cute squeak when she realized her husband was still staring at her without saying a word. Embarrassed, she scooted closer to his warm body and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest. Her blush deepened, spreading from her cheeks to her neck and ears.

Taehyung instinctively hugged her small frame tighter, both of them savouring the quiet moment together. Jungkook, still feeling shy, glanced up at him and noticed his strong jawline softened by the morning light. His expression was relaxed and unguarded.

When their eyes met, the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his lips, so subtle that if she hadn't been watching him so closely, she might have missed it.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he finally said, his deep voice breaking the silence.

Jungkook's heart fluttered at the sound, and she squeezed him tighter, her face still hidden in his chest. "Morning," she mumbled, feeling safe and happy in his embrace.

They remained in that cosy embrace for what felt like an eternity, savouring the warmth and comfort of the moment. But soon, Jungkook began to wiggle away from him, moving like a cute bunny trying to escape. Her soft hair brushed against his chin as she shifted.

Just as Jungkook managed to sit up, ready to distance herself from the closeness that made her heart race, she felt his strong fingers wrap around her wrist. Before she could react, Taehyung tugged her back down onto the bed smoothly.

Jungkook squeaked as her head landed again on the plush pillow, her small fists clutching at his shirt, holding on tightly to his shoulders.

The wife's breath hitched as the husband rolled, his larger frame hovering above her. The mattress dipped beneath his weight and the space between them grew nonexistent.

Their faces were so close now, just mere inches apart. Jungkook could see every detail in his dark charcoal eyes. His gaze roamed her face but there was something sensual about how his eyes remained on her parted red lips.

Neither of them cared about the morning breath that hung back; all that mattered was the tension that thickened the air between them. Jungkook's lips parted slightly, her breaths shallow and nervous as her eyes fluttered to meet his.

"Isn't this position just like the dark romantic novel you read?" Taehyung rasped out, his deep, hoarse voice sending shivers down her spine, just above her ear.

Jungkook gasped, her heart racing, and she tightened her grip on his shirt, feeling both flustered and thrilled.

"W-what?" Jungkook squeaked, her cheeks burning as she struggled to find words.

This was all she could manage to let out, caught in a whirlwind of excitement and embarrassment.

Taehyung smirked as his eyes darkened with emotions that Jungkook was unable to read off, but she shuddered as she felt a sensual hand gliding toward her shoulder from her wrist. Jungkook lid her eyes as the cloud of desire fogged her senses, the fingers had travelled to the neck—her sweet point. Jungkook gasped with closed eyes and kept her small trembling hand on his large hand. Her breath was irregular and uneven.

His fingers danced along the collarbone, brushing the soft skin, finding her sweet spot.

"Mrs. Kim," Taehyung muttered, his deep husky voice rumbling like a low, seductive growl.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, but her gaze was heavy-lidded, and she met his intense stare with a hooded, longing look of her own. His feline-like eyes bore into her, dark and filled with something that made her knees weaken.

He leaned in, eliminating the already scant space between them, and Jungkook's breath caught in her throat. His lips hovered dangerously close to hers. Her heart raced as the anticipation built.

He didn't kiss her; instead, he brushed his lips lightly against hers in the teasing touch.

Jungkook whimpered softly, her body reacting to the teasing in a way that made her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. Her eyes widened briefly, then softened as she looked up at him through her lashes, her lips parted and waiting. The puppy eyes she gave him, pleading and full of innocent desire, only spurred him on.

Taehyung's gaze darkened further, a proud glint flashing in his charcoal orbs. The soft tremble of her lips, the quickened rise and fall of her chest, the way she clung to him—it all pulled at something deep within him.

With a smirk at the corners of his mouth, he finally closed the distance between them. His lips pressed firmly against hers, claiming her in a kiss. Jungkook's breath hitched again, and she melted into the kiss, her body leaning into his.

Her small hand slid up his chest, clutching his shirt. She kissed him back, her lips moving in sync with his. Taehyung's hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss as his thumb gently traced her jaw.

Jungkook whimpered softly against his mouth, her lips trembling as the kiss grew more passionate. Her fingers curled into his shirt, holding onto him as her mind spun.

When Taehyung finally pulled back, just enough to allow them both to catch their breath, Jungkook's eyes fluttered open again, her gaze dazed and her cheeks flushed. Her lips were swollen from the kiss, and she looked up at him with a breathless smile.

But Taehyung wasn't done yet.

His lips moved to the side of her neck, where he placed a soft kiss, his fingers still tangled in her hair. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, making her grip on his shirt tighten again.

Taehyung's lips traced a path along the side of Jungkook's neck. Jungkook's body responded instantly to his actions, she tilted her head slightly, giving him more access. Her pulse quickened as his lips brushed over the sensitive spot on her neck, and her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.

A soft whimper escaped her lips first, delicate and breathy.

"M-Mr Kim..." she whispered, her voice shaky as his lips brushed her neck, her sweet spot.

Taehyung smirked against her skin, enjoying how her body trembled beneath his touch. He could feel her breathing quickened, could hear the soft gasps that escaped her, and it only spurred him on.

Then, without warning, he sucked lightly on the tender skin, his lips and teeth working together to create his possessive mark. The pressure of his mouth increased slightly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, and a quiet moan escaped Jungkook's lips—soft and needy.

"Ahh..." Jungkook gasped, arching slightly into his touch, her body responding before she could stop herself.

Jungkook's entire body reacted, her chest pressing against him as her hands slid up to cling to his shoulders, desperate for support.

Taehyung chuckled softly, "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice a low rasp as he pressed his lips against the newly marked skin, kissing it tenderly to soothe the slight sting.

Jungkook felt the heat rise in her cheeks, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. Instead, she leaned into him, her body craving more of his touch. The mark he left on her neck throbbed slightly, the proof of the intimacy they were sharing.

Taehyung pulled away slowly, his lips leaving Jungkook's neck with one final kiss. His smirk was as smug as ever, knowing exactly what he had done to her, leaving her breathless and flushed.

Jungkook felt weak like she had been unravelled and pieced back together in ways she couldn't explain. She lay sprawled on the massive bed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath in the afterglow of their intense moment.

Taehyung leaned back slightly, his confident smirk still firmly in place as he watched Jungkook gather herself. A few minutes later, She sat up, her hair cascading beautifully around her face, framing her flushed cheeks. The golden morning light spilt through the window, enhancing the blush painting her skin.

Jungkook's fingers moved to smooth her clothes and she calmed her breath. Each movement made her look all the more enchanting, like a delicate flower slowly unfurling under the sun's embrace.

Taehyung couldn't help but admire her—his heart swelled with affection as he watched his wife transform from the bubbly chatterbox self to this beautifully flustered version of herself.

"Seems like I found a perfect method to shut you up," Taehyung teased, his voice softening as he looked at her.

Jungkook's gaze flickered to meet his, the corners of her lips curving into a shy smile. She opened her mouth to retort but momentarily lost in his gaze.

"Oh, really? Is that what you call it?" Jungkook shot him a glare, though her lips betrayed her smile.

"Well, it worked, didn't it? You're all flustered now, and I like it," Taehyung replied as he leaned in closer.

"Shut up," Jungkook muttered, her cheeks still flushed as she pushed against his chest, trying to create distance between them.

Taehyung, unbothered by her push, merely leaned back slightly. "What? Can't handle the truth?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed her flustered reaction.

Taehyung decided to end her misery. "Alright, alright," he said standing up from the bed.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, her eyes following him as he walked toward the bathroom.

Her skin still tingled where his lips had been, the spot on her neck where he'd left the mark throbbing lightly.

Jungkook stood up from the bed, the soft sheets rustling around her as she made her way to the full-length mirror across the room. With a gentle flick of her hair, she removed the strands that fell over her shoulders, revealing the delicate mark on the side of her neck.

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight. The beautiful mark glowed against her skin, crimson and soft pink. She traced her fingers over it, feeling shy about how Taehyung had claimed her so possessively.

A shy smile tugged at her lips as she admired the mark against her skin. Jungkook traced her fingers over the mark. Her skin still tingling from the memory of Taehyung's lips. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she found herself blushing all over again.

Jungkook tilted her head, trying to see it from different angles, her fingers dancing over the spot, and she let out a soft giggle, half-excited, half-embarrassed by the thrill it brought her.

How had they come to this?

From the cold Meanie Taehyung, Jungkook had first known—the one covered in mystery, who barely spoke a word more than necessary—to this moment where he was no longer just a stranger or even an obligation from their forced marriage.

He had transformed into something so much more.

Jungkook remembered the early days of their marriage, the awkwardness between them and the feeling that she was trapped in an arrangement she didn't fully understand. Taehyung had been unreadable, a fortress she couldn't penetrate.

And yet, somewhere along the way, the walls began to crumble. The forced marriage that had seemed like a contract between two strangers had turned into something deeper, something unexpected.

It wasn't just an obligation anymore. It was a connection.

Desire.

A bond that neither of them could have foreseen.

Jungkook's smile softened, her fingers still resting over the mark as her thoughts drifted back to those early days—the frustration, the confusion, the stolen glances when she'd thought he wasn't looking.

And now, here they were.

In this space where his touch wasn't cold or distant, but possessive, affectionate, and... hers.

Her heart fluttered at the thought of how far they had come, from being forced partners to something closer, something more real. Jungkook stepped back, putting her hand over her heart, feeling it race at the memory of Taehyung's lips on her skin. She closed her eyes, picturing his smirk as he claimed her.

Jungkook felt giddy and unable to contain her joy any longer, so she rushed back to bed.

As she flopped onto the soft pillows, her body sinking into the plush fabric, she squealed, burying her face into the cushion. The muffled sound of happiness and disbelief—she couldn't believe how intense that moment with Taehyung had been.

Jungkook squirmed into the pillows, her laughter muffled by the fluffy pillows as she kicked her legs playfully, the sheets rustling around her. She hugged the pillow tightly, squeezing it as if the pillow was Taehyung.

"Oh my gosh, what just happened?" Jungkook squealed into the fabric.

Jungkook rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with a dreamy smile, her heart racing from the memory. She kicked her feet playfully against the bed, feeling the plush mattress beneath her.

"Thanks, Yuna-tuna," Jungkook said, "If it weren't for your little wrongdoings, I might not have gotten so close to Mr Kim last night!"

She flopped back onto the pillow, burying her face in it. The memory of their close moments sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but smile at how Yuna's meddling had actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

"You're such a villain in our lives, but I guess you're my favourite evil," Jungkook continued and rolled onto her side.

Wrapping her arms around the pillow once more, Jungkook sighed, letting herself bask in the moment. She giggled into the cushion, she imagined Taehyung's teasing smirk and how he would probably roll his eyes at her excitement.

Jungkook was completely lost in the afterglow, enchanted by the memories they had just created.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Jungkook emerged from the bathroom, her hair still damp and clinging to her neck as she casually towelled it dry. The faint scent of shampoo wafted in the air, mixing with the warm steam that followed her out. She hadn't bothered to dress properly yet—the soft robe she wore hung loosely on her frame, the belt lazily tied around her waist, one shoulder completely exposed. Her mind relaxed from the hot shower, as she walked barefoot across the cool floor.

Jungkook paused mid-step, her hand stopping in its motion through her hair.

Something felt off—there was a presence in the room that wasn't there before. A strange stillness hung in the air.

Slowly, her eyes shifted toward the bed, and that's when she noticed it.

Fur.

Her breath hitched, heart stuttered as her mind tried to process what she was seeing. She blinked, thinking maybe it was a trick of the light or her imagination playing games.

But no, the shape was unmistakable.

Jungkook took a cautious step forward, the towel slipping from her hand, falling to the floor unnoticed. As she moved closer, her entire body stiffened in disbelief, her feet suddenly glued to the ground.

There, sprawled casually beside her bed, was a tiger.

A massive, real, living tiger.

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat as the tiger's eyes slowly opened, revealing striking amber irises that locked onto her. Its gaze was both curious and unbothered. A low rumble sounded in its throat, not quite a growl but more of a contented hum.

Jungkook didn't dare move, her muscles tense, adrenaline rushing through her veins. the tiger didn't appear aggressive, but the size of the animal—its enormous paws, the deadly curve of its claws hidden beneath its fur—was enough to make her head spin.

Why was there a tiger in her bedroom?

How had it even gotten here?

Jungkook's fingers twitched at her side and a bead of sweat slid down the back of her neck.

And then, in panic, Jungkook's restraint shattered.

"Mr Kim!" Jungkook yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing through the room, loud enough to pierce through the walls of their home.

The tiger's ears flicked in response to her voice, but it didn't flinch or move. Instead, it remained calm, unbothered by her outburst, its gaze still fixed on her as if it found her reaction mildly entertaining.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was now fully in survival mode, eyes wide with fear. Her heart pounded even louder in her chest as she took another cautious step backwards, her mind screaming for Taehyung to burst through the door and save her from this surreal nightmare.

Jungkook bolted out of the room, not sparing another glance at the tiger lounging by her bed. Her feet moved on their own, carrying her through the hallways with speed she hadn't realized she possessed.

Downstairs, Jimin and Minjun were lounging on the couch, they blinked in surprise when a gust of wind whooshed past them. It took them a second to realize it was Jungkook, sprinting as if her life depended on it, her face pale with shock.

"What—?" Jimin started, but Jungkook was already too far away to hear her.

Jungkook's eyes lit up with relief the moment she spotted Taehyung near the window, standing calmly with his back to her, his fingers lazily tapping on his phone. He was talking to a few men—assistants, maybe.

They seemed deep in discussion, unaware of the storm brewing in Jungkook's mind.

Without thinking twice, she barreled straight toward him, her breath ragged. "Mr. Kim!" she shouted again, this time loud enough to turn heads.

Jungkook's voice rang like a warning bell as she sprinted toward Taehyung, her feet barely touching the floor. Her shout startled the men around Taehyung, and they turned in surprise. But Jungkook didn't care—she focused solely on the tall figure by the window.

"Mr. Kim!"

Taehyung barely flinched at the commotion. His phone was still in hand, though the conversation around him stopped.

Before anyone could react, Jungkook reached him and flung her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind. The sudden impact made Taehyung freeze, his body stiffening before he relaxed at the familiar warmth enveloping him.

Slowly, Taehyung relaxed, but his eyes sharpened as he turned around, taking in the sight before him. Jungkook stood there, her damp and tousled hair clinging to her flushed skin in dark strands. Her cheeks were slightly pink, likely from the hurried run, and her red lips were parted, still catching her breath.

The thin fabric of her loosely draped robe barely covered her properly and slid off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her collarbone and the top of her milky chest. The material clung to her in all the wrong places and highlighted the curves of her body.

Jungkook was a vision, albeit unintentional, but to Taehyung-- a sinful temptation meant only for his eyes.

Taehyung's eyes darkened as he took in Jungkook's dishevelled appearance, his body immediately reacting with possessiveness. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as his gaze swept over her, how exposed she looked in front of the others.

Without a word, he stepped closer to her, his broad frame towering over hers. In one swift motion, he pulled her slightly towards his chest, shielding her from the assistants. The movement was territorial as if to make it clear to everyone in the room that Jungkook was his and no one else had the right to glance at her.

His arm snaked around her waist holding her securely against him. His touch was possessive, his fingers pressed into her side.

"Eyes down," Taehyung growled like a Trueblood Alpha, his voice authoritative, cutting through the tension in the room like a hot knife through butter.

The assistants immediately dropped their gazes to the floor, obeying his command without a second thought. Taehyung's authoritative tone left no room for challenge or hesitation; it was understood that he was in charge.

Jungkook felt a shiver run down her spine at his command and she leaned into him, seeking the comfort he offered.

Taehyung's eyes flickered back to Jungkook, and though his expression remained stoic, there was a flicker of something deeper—a smouldering intensity that made her heart race. He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her even closer.

a powerful gesture that staked his claim in the most possessive way.

Jungkook felt her breath hitch as she looked up at him, taking in the way his jaw was set, muscles taut under the fabric of his shirt. The fiery gaze bore into her, a mixture of fierce protectiveness and raw masculinity that made her weak in the knees.

"Don't ever come out like this again," he whispered, his voice low and laced with a fierce protectiveness that made her feel vulnerable and cherished.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed even more as she processed his concern. She shifted slightly, feeling the fabric of her robe slip just a little further, and tugged at it, trying to cover herself more.

"I—I'm sorry," Jungkook stammered, feeling embarraded.

With a hardened glare, Taehyung shifted his focus to the men in the room, his expression hardening into a mask of dominance.

"Leave," he commanded sharply, his voice unwavering.

The assistants hurried out of the room without a word, not daring to glance back at the scene unfolding before them. The door clicked shut, and the silence enveloped them.

Once they were alone, Taehyung turned his intense gaze back to Jungkook, his face softening slightly but still radiating that powerful presence that made her heart race.

"You are mine to protect," he stated, his voice deep and gravelly, words dripping with possessiveness. "I won't allow anyone else to see you like this—not a single soul. You belong to me."

As Taehyung spoke, Jungkook felt her cheeks flush crimson. The wife could hardly keep her eyes locked on his, overwhelmed by the moment.

"Understood?" Taehyung added, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Jungkook swallowed hard, her heart thudding wildly in her chest as she nodded, captivated by the raw heat radiating off him. "Understood,"

"Good," he murmured, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

"Because the only eyes that should ever lay upon you, Mrs Kim, are mine—Kim Taehyung's."

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat at his words. Taehyung's gaze softened, revealing the man beneath the stoic exterior. His hand found her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin opposite to the coldness he had shown the others.

"What happened?" he asked.

Jungkook clutched his shirt tighter, her breath uneven. "There's a tiger... in the room," she whispered.

Taehyung's lips pressed into a thin line, amusement threatening to break through his stoic mask, but he remained focused. He nodded once, his fingers grazing her cheek tenderly.

"A tiger?" he asked, his voice calm, almost teasing.

Jungkook shot him a bewildered look. "Yes! A tiger!" she repeated, her voice filled with fear and frustration.

Her grip on his shirt tightened, her heart racing at the thought of the wild animal lurking nearby.

But Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair, as if dealing with a tiger in their home was just another Tuesday. The corner of his mouth quirked up, hinting at the amusement he struggled to contain.

"And you sprinted all the way here for that?" he said tilting his head slightly, clearly unbothered by the chaos.

Jungkook couldn't comprehend how he could be so unfazed by the situation.

Jungkook stared at him, completely at a loss. "What do you mean, 'for that'? There's a tiger in the room! Do something!" she demanded, her voice rising.

"The tiger's not going to hurt you."

Her eyes widened. "How can you say that so calmly?"

"Trust me," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers, calming her storm bit by bit.

But Jungkook, still shaken, wasn't having it. "A tiger, Mr Kim! In our room!" she insisted, pointing back toward the direction of their bedroom, hoping to draw his attention to the imminent danger.

Taehyung shook his head, letting out another low chuckle. "I'll handle it."

Jungkook stared after him, still struggling to catch up with the insanity of the situation. Her heart raced as she watched him walk away, the confident stride of a man, completely unfazed by the chaos surrounding them.

In the next moment, Taehyung paused. Without hesitation, he removed his coat and draped it around Jungkook's waist. The heavy fabric was comforting against her exposed skin.

Taehyung tied a knot securely around her waist using the sleeves, pulling the front lapels to cover her legs completely. His hands worked, ensuring that every inch of her modesty was protected.

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat as she looked down at the coat and then back up at him. His gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

"Better?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, but there was a seriousness beneath his teasing tone.

Jungkook nodded, her cheeks flushing with warmth—not just from the embarrassment of her state but from the protective gesture.

Before she could fully register what was happening, Taehyung bent down and hoisted Jungkook onto his shoulder like a potato sack. The sudden shift left her stunned, and a surprised squeal escaped her lips, echoing in the quiet room.

Her world spun upside down as she felt her legs dangle in the air, held securely by Taehyung's strong hand. Clutching his shoulder tightly, she felt the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

"Mr. Kim! What are you doing?" Jungkook squeaked as she dangled over his shoulder.

With her eyes fixed on his back, Jungkook noticed how his shirt clung to his form, the sturdy width of his shoulders making her feel vulnerable and secure.

"Taking you away from here," Taehyung replied as if carrying her like this was the most natural thing in the world.

The sensation of being held so high sent a rush of adrenaline through her, making her heart race even faster. Jungkook squirmed slightly, her shyness overwhelming her as she clung to his shirt tighter.

With each step Taehyung took, her body brushed against his shoulder and he couldn't ignore how her chest was slightly compressed against him, the soft sensation sent a jolt of awareness through his veins.

A surge of possessiveness swept over him, igniting a protective fire within.

"This is so embarrassing," the wife mumbled, her face burning with warmth.

Her legs brushed against Taehyung's sturdy chest, and she felt the heat radiating from his body, intensifying her discomfort. But at that moment, Taehyung was aware of the sweet scent of shower gel wafting off her skin, intoxicating him with its freshness.

The aroma stirred something primal within him, making him feel wild and almost possessive, a feeling he wasn't accustomed to.

"Good," Taehyung replied, "You should be. You're not supposed to be out like this."

His voice sent shivers down her spine, and she bit her lip, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her.

"Can you please put me down?" Jungkook stammered, her voice softening as she felt the closeness of his body.

The strong grip of his hand around her legs left her feeling exposed and shy.

"No," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Jungkook huffed, her cheeks flushed. "You're being dramatic!"

He paused mid-step, turning slightly to give her a sidelong glance, and she felt her breath catch at the intensity of his gaze. "And you're being reckless." His eyes narrowed slightly, the seriousness of his words making her feel small.

Jungkook felt embarrassment mixing with the thrill of being cared for so fiercely.

"I didn't think—" she started, her voice trailing as she realized the absurd situation.

"I know," he interrupted, his voice gentle yet firm. "That's why I'm here."

His gaze softened momentarily, and Jungkook felt a warmth spread through her chest, her shyness bubbling to the surface again.

Jungkook buried her face against his back, her heart racing wildly as she sought refuge in the safety of his presence. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her, calming her racing thoughts.

"Okay, okay. Just... don't drop me," she murmured into the fabric of his shirt, her voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in her words evident.

A smirk played at the corners of his mouth, his lips curling just slightly. "I won't. Trust me."

The confidence in his voice made Jungkook smile shyly, feeling cherished in this moment.

With that, he resumed walking, his grip on her waist firm and secure. Jungkook felt his movements and the rhythm of his steps. The sensation of being cradled against him was new and exhilarating, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassment and giddy delight.

Taehyung's hand firmly held her legs, making sure she didn't slip as they moved. She felt her heart flutter at the thought of being completely in his care. Her fingers instinctively traced his shirt as she embraced the odd situation.

As Taehyung entered the bedroom, the sight of the tiger lounging casually on the floor caught him off guard. It sprawled across the plush carpet, its golden eyes gleaming with curiosity, completely unfazed by the commotion. Jungkook's grip tightened around Taehyung's shoulder, her heart racing at the sight of the majestic creature.

"Mr. Kim!" she squeaked, her voice laced with panic and disbelief.

Taehyung merely tsked at the animal, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. He gently set Jungkook down on the bed. Jungkook hurriedly pulled the coat tighter around her legs, cheeks flushed as she tried to cover herself.

The situation was embarrassing—being in a vulnerable state in front of Taehyung, paired with the tiger—made her heart race.

Taehyung straightened up, giving the tiger another glance as it rolled lazily on its back, seemingly unfazed by his disapproving look.

"Arathorn, enough," Taehyung commanded, his voice firm yet calm. He turned his attention to the tiger, who seemed to regard him nonchalance as if it was used to his authority.

Jungkook's eyes widened, half in fear and half in awe, as she watched the interplay between Taehyung and the majestic creature. She could hardly believe that he was so nonchalant about the whole situation, but it also reassured her.

The tiger mewled softly, a sound that echoed through the room. Its large eyes blinked innocently at Taehyung.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smirk.

"You're getting a little too comfortable, aren't you?"

In an instant, the tiger's form shimmered and shifted, fur melting away to reveal the silhouette of Arathorn. Jungkook's eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping as she took in the sight.

"Wait, what just happened?" Jungkook exclaimed, disbelief colouring her voice.

Taehyung crossed his arms as he watched Arathorn preen himself, the bird now perched on the edge of the bed.

"That was Arathorn's little trick," he explained, "He can shift into other animals at will. It's just one of his habits."

Jungkook blinked rapidly, still trying to wrap her mind around the sudden transformation.

"You mean to tell me that this whole time, the tiger was actually Arathorn ?"

"Exactly," Taehyung replied, his voice light.

Arathorn fluffed his feathers, as if proud of his display. Jungkook couldn't help but giggle at the sight, her shock gradually transforming into delight.

"That is so... cool and weird at the same time!"

Taehyung stepped closer to Arathorn, extending a hand to ruffle the bird's feathers.

"Arathorn, you can't just scare people like that! What were you thinking?" Jungkook scolded, her tone sulky but lighthearted.

The eagle tilted his head to the side, his large, expressive eyes reflecting innocence. With a soft chirp, he perched closer to Jungkook, acknowledging her displeasure.

"Seriously, it's not funny!" Jungkook continued, her lips twitching into an unwilling smile.

"Do you even realize how terrifying that was?" she continued, "I could've fainted right there!"

Arathorn leaned forward, his feathers brushing against her cheek as he caressed her face gently with his beak. The action was tender and soothing, melting away any frustration Jungkook felt.

"You're lucky you're cute."

"You have to behave, okay? I'm not a fan of surprises when it comes to tigers or any other animal—no matter how cute you are."

Arathorn chirped, fluffing his feathers in acknowledgement. He nestled closer to her, nuzzling against her cheek with a softness that melted her heart.

Jungkook couldn't help but giggle at his antics, her earlier annoyance fading away. "You know, for a bird, you sure know how to make a pretty innocent person like me feel special," she teased, shaking her head.

The eagle preened proudly, puffing out his chest as if he understood every word.

Meanwhile,

Taehyung sat beside Arathorn on the bed, a palm full of the eagle's food, focused on the bird. The soft rustle of feathers filled the room as Arathorn eagerly pecked at the treats, his sharp beak darting to snatch up the morsels.

But as Jungkook glanced over, she suddenly became aware of her state—her robe still draped haphazardly around her, and Taehyung's presence so close made her heart race. Jungkook pulled the robe tighter around herself, her fingers trembling slightly as she sought to maintain some modesty.

Jungkook stood up, clutching the robe tightly around her body as she moved to collect her clothes from the nearby chair. Her fingers trembled slightly as she gathered them, aware of Taehyung's presence behind her.

The feel of his coat draped over her lower half—his scent lingering in the fabric—only added to the flurry of emotions stirring inside her.

"Excuse me," Jungkook muttered quietly, not daring to meet his gaze, before disappearing into the bathroom.

Once inside, Jungkook shut the door softly, the click echoing in the small space. She leaned back against it, letting out a shaky breath. Her heart pounded and her cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment.

Glancing in the mirror, she stared at her reflection, her robe draped haphazardly around her shoulders, and then down at her lower body still covered by Taehyung's coat. The oversized fabric hung loosely, enveloping her like a protective barrier. How effortlessly he'd taken control of the situation—his calm nature making her feel both flustered and secure at the same time.

Jungkook's fingers grazed over the soft material of his coat, a blush creeping up her neck as she recalled how he'd wrapped it around her so possessively.

The intimate gesture had left her feeling more exposed than the thin robe ever could.

The wife shook her head, trying to push away the thoughts, but the heat in her cheeks only deepened.

With a sigh, Jungkook let the robe and the coat slip, folding them neatly on the counter before quickly changing into her clothes.

Steeling herself, she glanced at her reflection, her fingers smoothing down the frills of her dress before she stepped back out to face him, her heart still fluttering from the unspoken tension between them.

Jungkook emerged from the bathroom with hesitant steps, her gaze flickering between the coat she held carefully in her hands and Taehyung sitting on the bed. Her heart fluttered and her feet seemed to drag a little as she took baby steps toward him.

Taehyung was still feeding Arathorn, his large palm full of food for the eagle. Jungkook sat beside him on the edge of the bed, placing the coat neatly beside her.

Jungkook's fingers fidgeted with the lace of her dress, feeling small and shy next to him. The simple act of sitting by his side made her heart race.

"Thank you," Jungkook said softly, her eyes lowering as she nervously held the coat, still unsure what else to say.

Taehyung's gaze flickered toward Jungkook. Without breaking his focus on feeding Arathorn, he spoke in his low voice.

"You don't need to thank me," he said, his tone as steady as his presence.

"It's what I'm here for."

His words were straightforward, but the meaning made Jungkook's chest tighten. Her fingers clutched the coat tighter as she looked down, the shyness washing over her again.

On the other hand, Taehyung was mesmerized by her sight in the white dress. The dress was white, soft and pure, with an ethereal charm that suited her' perfectly. A ribbon adorned the collar, tied into a graceful bow.

The line of her shoulders was framed delicately by frill work. The frills extended down along the button line, each button small and pearl-like, running down the front of the dress.

The sleeves were fitted snugly until they reached the wrists, where the fabric gathered into delicate frills again, spilling over her hands like the soft petals of a flower. The lacework hugged her modestly, yet the design was such that it suggested the softness beneath, creating a balance between innocence and grace.

The soft white dress made her beautiful—her innocence, her grace—and Taehyung allowed himself to appreciate it.

"You look beautiful," The husband said quietly, his deep voice carrying an unexpected warmth.

Jungkook's breath hitched at the unexpected praise. Her fingers gripped the coat draped across her lap. The compliment was so unexpected, so unlike him, that it made her heart flutter uncontrollably. Her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly in surprise, as a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

The wife dared to glance up at him, only to find his gaze still fixed on her. His expression was calm, as usual, but there was something different in his eyes—something intense like he was trying to memorize every detail of Jungkook.

The sight of her stirred something possessive inside him. But he kept his words simple, letting the weight of them hang in the air between them.

Jungkook bit her lip, feeling a surge of shyness wash over her. "T-Thank you," she whispered, her voice small and unsure, the words barely audible.

Taehyung didn't look away. He gave the slightest nod to her response, but his eyes remained on her, as if drawn to her shyness, how Jungkook seemed to glow under his attention.

Jungkook fidgeted with the hem of his coat, her fingers brushing the soft fabric as her heart raced. She felt exposed—not just because of her appearance but because of how deeply his words affected her.

Yet, in his eyes, she saw no judgment, only admiration.

Taehyung finally shifted, the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Really beautiful," he added, his voice even softer this time, as if the words were meant only for her.

Jungkook's heart skipped, her face flushing even more. She ducked her head slightly, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

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