🥀 60. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭

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WARNING FOR POOKIES:

Grab a pillow and water. Because what you're about to read... is big. 😏💥

I'm talking about the tension. The heat. The unavoidable intensity that's about to hit you like a freight train. And trust me, you'll need that pillow to hold onto and that water to cool off. 😅

Consider this your official heads-up: VH (very hot) vibes ahead.

Proceed with caution—or don't. Who am I kidding? Go ahead, dive in. 😉

Jungkook carefully placed the unusual flower on the small wooden table beside the bed, tilting her head to admire it. She plopped down onto the bed with a tired sigh, her fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of her pyjama sleeve. Her eyes darted to the flower and a small smile tugged at her lips.

"You're definitely unique, aren't you?" she murmured, leaning closer to inspect it again.

Tracing one finger gently along the edge of a petal, she marvelled at its velvet-like texture. Sitting back against the headboard, she crossed her arms.

"He's always so... so suspicious!" Jungkook grumbled, scrunching her nose. "One little flower and he's acting like it's a ticking time bomb. 'It's unusual, Jungkook,'" she mimicked, imitating Taehyung's voice.

Jungkook paused for a moment, glancing at the flower again. "Okay, maybe it is a little unusual," she admitted reluctantly.

Her lips pursed as she thought back to Taehyung's expression earlier and she leaned in closer, propping her chin on her palm. "You're not cursed, are you?" she asked it softly, as though expecting a response. "I mean, you don't look dangerous. If anything, you're the prettiest thing I've seen all day."

Jungkook settled back into the pillows, casting one last glance at the flower. "If he doesn't want to appreciate you, I will," she declared with a grin.

Still, as the quietness of the room enveloped her, doubt began to crept into her mind. Taehyung's cautious voice echoed faintly in her thoughts.

"Unusual," she whispered to herself, her grin faltering slightly.

The flower, faintly shining in the dark, remained on the table—a silent mystery, its beauty belying the danger it held within.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Taehyung walked through the mansion's hallways, his mind lost in the mess of his thoughts. He needed a moment of isolation. His steps were slow with heaviness in them, an ache that had settled in his chest since the conversation with his mother.

As he stepped into the garden, the cool night air greeted him, and he inhaled deeply, the scent of flowers and fresh earth filling his senses. The sprawling garden stretched before him, blooming roses, lavender, and tulips, the greenery comforting and peaceful. The moon threw its silver light across the space, illuminating the edges of the trees and bushes, creating a calm environment different from the turmoil inside him.

He walked further into the garden, his hand brushing against the leaves of a low-hanging tree as he passed. The mansion behind him became distant now.

His mind lingered on the conversation with his mother. Her sharp words repeated in his head and no matter how hard he tried to push them away, they lingered in the space between his thoughts, lingering like a heavy fog cloud he couldn't shake.

"You've changed, Taehyung."

She'd said that to him, the accusation in her voice cutting deeper than anything else she could have said.

He had changed, hadn't he? In so many ways, he had.

But was it really for the worse?

His mother had always expected him to be the responsible eldest son—someone who put duty above all else.

But when had he ever been allowed to be anything else?

He had spent so many years burying his emotions beneath that facade of endurance, trying to be everything his family needed him to be, while all the while his own happiness was slipping away, unnoticed.

But his mother... She didn't understand. She couldn't understand.

Taehyung took a deep breath but it did little to settle the turmoil within him. The confrontation had left him with more questions than answers. He knew that things couldn't stay the way they were. There was too much hurt, too many unspoken words between them now.

But could he fix it? Could he mend the rift between himself and his mother?

The weight of it all pressed down on him, and for a moment, he felt utterly lost.

"What do I even do now?" He paused, looking up at the sky.

The stars above were a blanket of distant lights, calm and unyielding, just like the silence that seemed to stretch around him. He wanted to find an answer, some way to make everything right, but deep down, he knew that there were no easy answers.

Nothing would be simple anymore. Not with his mother. Not with the life he had chosen.

his mind wandered back to the past, to a time that had shaped so much of who he was today.

He could see his mother clearly in his mind's eye—her face twisted in anger, the deep lines of frustration and pain etched into her features. It was the way she looked back then, when his father had left her for another woman.

The day everything had changed. Taehyung had been just a child, but the memories were clear, as if they had happened only yesterday.

He remembered the cold, empty house, the quiet before the storm. His mother had always been calm and collected in front of them, but after his father's betrayal, something inside her had broken. The woman who had once been the epitome of grace and poise was now shattered, her dignity stolen by the man who had promised to love her forever.

Taehyung could remember the silence that filled their home after his father had gone, a heavy silence that no amount of laughter could lift.

It was as if his mother had become a shell of herself. The once gentle, nurturing woman was replaced by a woman consumed by bitterness. Soomin had no patience for weakness, no tolerance for vulnerability. And that's when her anger started to seep into every part of their lives.

It was no longer about nurturing her children or offering them love.

It was about survival.

Taehyung had felt the shift, the way the warmth in their home had vanished. He could recall how she would yell over the smallest things, how her voice, once full of tenderness, was now sharp and cutting. She would get angry over things that didn't make sense, and there was no one to turn to for comfort.

Even as a young boy, Taehyung had tried to be strong. He couldn't understand the complexities of adult emotions, of why his father had left, but he could feel the pain his mother was in. And he could see how that pain turned into resentment, how it built walls between her and the world.

His mother had lost trust in everyone, including her own children.

There was no room for tenderness anymore.

He'd been forced to grow up quickly. As a young boy, Taehyung had learned to take the responsibility, to be the one to comfort his siblings and to make sure they were okay, even though he didn't know how to handle his own feelings of betrayal. But it wasn't just about his siblings—he had taken on the responsibility of comforting Soomin, too.

He had become the man of the house before he was even old enough to understand what that truly meant.

And with that, he lost his childhood.

There were days when his mother would barely acknowledge him, her focus always on herself and her pain. And then there were days when her anger would spill over, and Taehyung would be the target. He had tried to stay out of her way, to not provoke her.

But it never worked.

She would snap at him over the smallest things, things that didn't matter. He had learned to take it in silence, never arguing, never raising his voice. There was no point in trying to reason with her—he knew that now.

But it didn't stop the hurt. He wanted his mother to love him again.

And then there were moments, rare moments, when Soomin would soften. When she would show him a glimpse of the mother he had lost, when the warmth would return to her eyes, and she would look at him as though she actually saw him. But those moments were brief, disappearing as quickly as they came.

Taehyung had learned not to hold onto them. If he did, the disappointment when they faded would be too much to bear.

But now, as he stood in the garden, his thoughts drifting back to the past, Taehyung realized something. His mother had never been the same after his father left. She had built up walls around herself, walls that no one could break down—not even her children.

The woman who had once been a loving mother had disappeared into the bitterness of her own grief, and Taehyung had become a victim of that loss.

And perhaps that was the hardest part.

He had never been able to fully heal from the absence of the woman she had once been. He had learned to be strong, to shield himself from the pain, but deep down, he had never stopped longing for the love he had once known.

A memory of darkness—both external and internal. The time when the curse had taken root, and his world had begun to unravel.

The curse cast by the djinn, had started to consume him.

It began slowly—his thoughts darkening, his emotions turning cold, and his self eroding. There had been moments when he didn't even recognize himself anymore. The anger, the resentment, the uncontrollable power—all of it had collided in a perfect storm, and Taehyung had found himself slipping away from the person he used to be.

Taehyung remembered the first time he hurt Yeonjun. He was fifteen and the shadows he'd fought so hard to keep at bay finally took hold.

It had been an accident—something he never would have intentionally done. They had been playing in the backyard, just the two of them.

That day, the darkness inside him had flared. It was like something inside his chest had twisted, and he couldn't control it. His anger surged, his vision blurred with red and before he knew it, his hand had struck Yeonjun's chest, sending his younger brother to the ground.

Taehyung had stood frozen, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wanted to apologize, to explain, but the words wouldn't come. He was too lost in the curse, too far gone.

Soomin had rushed into the backyard, and upon seeing Yeonjun, her face twisted with anger and fear. She didn't ask what had happened; she didn't try to understand.

She had only one sentence for him, a sentence that would haunt him for years.

"After all," she said, her voice brittle with hate, "you are the blood of that man."

The words hit Taehyung like a physical clash. Her eyes locked onto his. In that moment, he realized that his mother wasn't just angry at the curse that had taken hold of him.

She was angry at the identity of who he was. She had always blamed his father for everything—their broken marriage, her own bitterness, and now, his pain.

And in that moment, she had rejected him too.

"You'll never be good enough," Soomin had spat. "You are nothing like the son I once hoped for. You are his son, and you will always be tainted by him."

Taehyung's chest had tightened, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. The one person who had always been his anchor, his mother, had pulled away from him. She saw him as nothing more than a reflection of the man who had left her.

And in her eyes, he would never be more than that—a shadow of his father's sins.

The words burned into Taehyung's soul, and for the first time in his life, he truly felt abandoned. Not just by his father but by his mother too. It was as if the foundation of his existence had been ripped away, and there was nothing left but darkness.

He'd gone to his room that night, laying in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling as he forced himself not to cry.

He wasn't weak, he told himself.

He didn't need anyone's approval or love. He would be strong enough to bear this, to protect the family in his own way, even if he had to do it alone.

The flashback hit him like a wave, pulling him back to the present. He blinked, the cold air suddenly feeling sharper around him. His heart felt heavy once again, his past pressing down on him.

Standing alone in the garden under the dim glow of moonlight, Taehyung let himself sink into the fractured pieces of his past. Memories surfaced and he could almost hear the voices echoing through time, each one pulling at the fabric of who he had become.

He remembered moments when, as he grew older, his mother's coldness began to soften. There were glimpses of warmth in her eyes, small gestures of care that almost felt like the mother he'd wished for.

In his early twenties, when he'd taken on more of the family's burdens, Taehyung had seen her try to reach out to him—moments when she'd ask about his work, place meal on the table for him after a long day or simply sit in quiet companionship at his side.

He saw the mother he'd longed for as a child—the one who wanted to believe in him but perhaps didn't know how to overcome her own bitterness. Her touches stayed a little longer and her voice softened.

But it was too late.

The damage had settled like a cloud in Taehyung's heart, leaving him both grateful for her gestures and distant, as if viewing them from behind a wall of glass. Those moments felt fragile, like traces in the dark. They couldn't erase the years of coldness that had already left their mark. He'd learned to protect himself, to brace for hurt even in kindness, and that armor wouldn't come off easily.

In his heart, the scars of his childhood remained, the ache of being seen as something he never wanted to be—merely a reminder of his father's choices, instead of her beloved son.

Soomin's efforts to mend their relationship had come when he was already hardened, his vulnerability shielded by a hard exterior. He'd learned to protect himself from expectations, both his and hers, bracing for the worst even when she was trying to be gentle.

He knew she was trying but he also knew that the years they'd lost could never be fully reclaimed.

Lost in his memories, Taehyung suddenly felt a light brush against his shoulder—a small flower had drifted down from the tree above. He glanced up, startled from his thoughts, and saw the branches swaying softly in the breeze.

It was as if the world around him had notice his pain and tired to offer comfort in its way.

The cool wind caressed his face, brushing away the heaviness in his chest, to console him, to let him know he wasn't alone. Nature's gentle touch was like a silent promise that he had carved out his own peace, no matter how turbulent his past had been.

For a moment, he closed his eyes and let the wind envelop him, feeling its calmness. And when he opened his eyes again, he took a deep breath, letting go of the memories, the weight, just a little.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Taehyung returned to their room, his eyes immediately landed on Jungkook, who was standing on her tiptoes, stretching as high as she could toward the top shelf of the tall cupboard. She was biting her lip, her hand waving slightly as she tried to grab the item just inches beyond her reach.

Her determined expression, combined with her small jumps, made the sight irresistibly endearing.

Taehyung leaned against the door frame for a moment as he watched her. She was so focused that she hadn't even noticed him enter. Her determination was one of the things Taehyung found most endearing about her.

He couldn't resist.

Taehyung moved toward her, making his way over without a sound. When he reached her, he gently slid his hands around her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.

Jungkook squeaked in surprise as she felt two strong hands wrap around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Her first instinct was to gasp and scramble to steady herself, but as soon as she felt the familiar embrace, she relaxed, her heart fluttering at the closeness.

"Mr Kim!" Jungkook exclaimed. She tilted her head back to meet his eyes, the tips of her ears burning a little as she realized how easily he had lifted her. "What are you doing?"

"I thought I'd help my smol wife out," Taehyung said, his hands holding her securely as he kept her effortlessly raised up. "You were having trouble reaching the shelf, right?"

Jungkook's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she glanced at the item she'd been trying to reach. It was a box of skincare, now well within her grasp.

"I was fine!" she protested, even though her feet were dangling a little above the ground. "I was almost there."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Almost? You mean you were just a little short."

Taehyung carefully lowered Jungkook back onto her feet, his hands staying for a moment longer than necessary, feeling her waist in his palms. Once Jungkook felt her feet on the ground, she hurriedly turned and faced her annoyingly handsome husband.

Before she could even think to take a breath, her back was pressed up against the same tall cupboard she had been reaching for. Taehyung stepped closer, his eyes darkened slightly with mischief, and for a brief moment, the space between them shrink.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat. His gaze held hers for a moment too long, his lips curling into a small smirk.

"For your kind information, I ain't that short, Mr Kim" Jungkook grumbled. She could feel his gaze on her and it made her cheeks burn a little more.

"Oh, really?" Taehyung leaned in, his voice dropping a bit lower. "You were stretching for dear life just to reach it. The struggle was Real."

Jungkook tilted her head, narrowing her eyes, though the flush on her face betrayed her. "I wasn't struggling," she protested, though she knew she hadn't quite been able to reach the top shelf.

Taehyung clearly enjoyed the effect he had on her. He tightened his hold on her waist slightly, lifting her just a bit higher, and the shift made her heart race in a completely different way.

"You were definitely struggling, but I don't mind helping out," he said, his words light but his tone soft, almost tender.

Jungkook rolled her eyes, trying to act unaffected by how close they were. "I didn't need help," she insisted, though she was still unable to get over how nice it felt being in his arms like this, his hands around her waist.

"Of course, you didn't," he teased. "You were just doing fine, hanging there all by yourself. Completely not in need of assistance." He shook his head, pretending to pity her. "But I'm a good husband. I can't leave you to suffer. Smol wifey!"

Taehyung moved away.

Jungkook blinked, her mouth hanging open in disbelief at Taehyung's words. He wasn't serious—was he? She watched him unbuckle his wristwatch, seemingly unaware of the shock he had just caused.

"Wait, what?" she stammered, staring at him. Jungkook kept the box on the dresser and her hands instinctively went to her hips as she tried to process what he had just said. "Did you just insult me for being short?"

Taehyung, casually sliding his watch off, shot her a quick glance over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "I mean, I didn't say anything that wasn't true," he teased, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting. "Being short isn't the only thing you're missing."

Jungkook's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her. "Excuse me?"

She stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest, though her cheeks were flushed from teasing. "What do you mean, I'm 'missing' something?"

Taehyung turned slowly, his lips curving into a playful grin. "I mean, you're an Alara, right?" he continued, raising a brow as if the answer was obvious.

"You have magic and yet you're out here trying to reach a box with your hands like some mortal. You should've just used your abilities and spared yourself the struggle."

Jungkook stood there, her mind racing. For a moment, she almost forgot the teasing tone in his voice, the sharp sting of his words taking over.

"Mr Kim," Jungkook muttered, stepping closer to him, "are you seriously making fun of me for trying to not use magic? I wanted to do it myself."

His eyes softened just a little, sensing the slight hurt in her voice, but he couldn't resist pushing her buttons just a little more. "I think you've missed the point. Being short is one thing, but lacking common sense, that's another."

"Lacking—?! Seriously?!"

Jungkook's mouth opened and closed as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. She stormed up to him, crossing her arms over her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. "Did you really just call me dumb?"

"Did I say you were dumb?" Taehyung asked innocently, his lips curling into a teasing smile. "No, no. Just that you're short, and that might've affected other things, too."

Jungkook narrowed her eyes at him, clearly flustered. "You really think I lack brains just because I'm short? You're such a jerk."

He gave her a sideways glance, the corner of his mouth twitching as though holding back another chuckle.

"I never said you were stupid. I'm just saying," he shrugged with a smirk, his playful eyes meeting hers, "you're supposed to be this powerful magical being. A little magic wouldn't hurt you once in a while, huh? Might even help with the height issue."

Jungkook scowled, though the corner of her mouth twitched. "I can do it without magic," she insisted, though she felt a bit silly now, especially with how carefree he was about it.

Taehyung uncrossed his arms and stepped toward her. "Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing. But come on, you've got the power of the stars at your fingertips, and here you are, jumping for a jar. Just saying, maybe use the magic a bit more, smol wife."

He leaned down slightly, his voice lowering to a whisper. "It's much more efficient than being... 'smol.'"

Jungkook's frustration softened as she met his gaze, and she huffed, rolling her eyes. "You're so rude," she muttered but her heart was softening, too.

It was hard to stay mad when he looked at her like that—like she was the most important thing in the room, no matter how much he teased her. Before she could think of a good comeback, Taehyung reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm just kidding," he said, his tone gentler now. "You're perfect just the way you are. Smol and all."

Jungkook gave him a sideways look, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to break out on her face. "I really don't need your compliments right now,"

Taehyung leaned down slightly, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. "I know," he murmured, his voice quiet but full of affection. "But I'll always remind you how amazing you are, smol wife."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but smile at him. "Stop calling me that," she mumbled, but the warmness in her voice betrayed her.

"No promises," he whispered. "You'll always be my smol, perfect wife."

Taehyung moved away to unbutton his shirt. On the other hand, Jungkook's mind began to work, her thoughts shifting from the sweet, affectionate moment to something else entirely. A mischievous spark flickered in her eyes as she glanced around the room, her gaze quickly scanning the area for something that could serve as the perfect tool for her little revenge.

Her eyes landed on the pillows scattered across the bed, an innocent pile of softness. But to Jungkook, they suddenly seemed like the perfect weapons.

A slow grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she plotted her next move.

She waited until Taehyung was fully engrossed in removing his shirt, his back to her as he slipped it off and tossed it aside. Jungkook's breath caught in her throat as she watched Taehyung, her eyes inadvertently tracing the defined lines of his back, the muscles flexing with each movement.

The way his body moved so effortlessly, the smoothness of his skin catching the light—it was a sight she couldn't pull her gaze from, even if she wanted to. The black vest he wore underneath stretched taut across his broad shoulders as he reached to unbuckle his waistband, accentuating the curves of his physique.

For a moment, Jungkook forgot her plan of revenge entirely. Her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, the sight of him so intimate, so attractive.

But she quickly snapped back to reality, shaking her head to clear the thoughts racing through her mind. Focus, Jungkook, she thought. Revenge.

This was revenge, not time for admiration.

This was her chance. She was going to make him regret calling her "smol."

Jungkook crept toward the bed, grabbing a pillow in her hands. She held it tightly, her fingers curling around the plush softness as she prepared to launch her sneak attack.

With a quiet step, she moved toward him, silently positioning herself behind him.

And in the next moment, Jungkook's pillow made contact with Taehyung's back, the soft thud of the pillow hitting him sending a brief silence between them. For a heartbeat, everything seemed to freeze, as if the world paused to acknowledge the playful but unexpected hit.

Then, in an instant, Taehyung's body shifted under the force, and he stumbled falling onto the bed with a soft thump, landing on his front.

Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief. She stood frozen, her hand still raised in the air, her heart racing.

"M-Mr Kim?" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. The pillow she had thrown had flown from her grip, landing somewhere on the floor as she stared at him in shock.

For a moment, there was no movement, and Jungkook's mind began to race.

Seeing Taehyung lying on the bed, his body stretched out in a way that seemed almost too dramatic for just a pillow fight, Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. Her initial panic set in and she immediately began to roam around the room, pacing anxiously.

Pillows don't hurt. They don't! In all the movies and shows, they hit each other with pillows and laugh it off. It's supposed to be fun, not... not this.

The panicking wife stole a glance at Taehyung, who was now lying flat on his back, looking completely unbothered. But that only added her confusion.

Jungkook crouched beside Taehyung, her hands trembling slightly as she rolled him over with some difficulty. His body was limp for a moment, and Jungkook's breath hitched in her throat, panic creeping in.

Jungkook's mind raced as she sat back on her knees, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her hands shook, but she pressed them to her face to collect herself. She glanced around the room, as if the walls might offer a solution.

Think, Jungkook, think, she urged herself.

His mother already doesn't like me. If she found out that I knocked her son out with a pillow— Her stomach twisted into knots at the very thought of it. She'll... she'll make him leave me.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of the sheets beneath her, trying to hold onto any rational thought. But in that moment, her mind was flooded with worst-case scenarios.

Jungkook gently nudged him again, a soft but firm push this time, but still no response. Her brow furrowed in frustration. Her gaze flicked over to the side table, where a glass of water sat, untouched. Without a second thought, she grabbed the glass, her hands shaking slightly as she walked over to the edge of the bed. Taehyung's face still relaxed as if nothing was wrong.

Jungkook lifting the glass higher. Instead of dropping few drops, she tipped the glass fully over his face, the cool water pouring over him like a waterfall.

The water splashed against Taehyung's face. The icy water ran down his neck, drenching him completely, and his muscles tensed as if trying to process what had just happened.

Jungkook stood frozen for a moment, her eyes wide as she watched Taehyung's still form. The water had done nothing to rouse him—no movement, no sign of life.

He wasn't responding.

Panic clawed at her chest, and her mind raced in overdrive, trying to think of another way to bring him back to his senses. Jungkook's eyes landed on his chest, watching his slow, shallow breaths. The realization hit her hard.

CPR. I need to give him CPR.

Jungkook quickly knelt beside him. Her heart pounded harder now, adrenaline rushing through her veins. She placed her hands over his chest, her fingers pressing lightly against the center, checking for the right position.

Her breath quickened as she focused, positioning her hands carefully. She pressed down with steady force, counting the beats in her head, her mind completely focused on the task at hand.

But still—nothing.

She continued, her hands pressing harder, her panic rising. Her gaze flicked back to his face. His eyes remained closed, and his lips didn't move.

Then, she remembered what she'd seen in movies, the breathless scenes where a person's lips were pressed against another's to transfer air into their lungs.

Jungkook leaned over him, her face hovering above his as she prepared for what she had to do. Her lips brushed his, a soft press at first as she gently breathed into him. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears as she exhaled deeply, transferring her own breath into his.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, only to lean in again, her lips pressing against his with more urgency this time.

And then—she felt it.

A faint stir, the barest movement beneath her lips.

Before she could register it, his hand shot up, gripping her wrist with surprising force. Taehyung shifted, his strength returning in full force. He moved like a predator and flipped their positions effortlessly. a force of movement that left Jungkook breathless.

Jungkook found herself pinned beneath him, her back against the plush mattress as he loomed above her. The kiss was fervent, hungry, and dominant, his control over the moment absolute. The pressure of his mouth against hers left no room for hesitation, pulling her into a storm she couldn't escape.

Taehyung's hands slid down her sides and they settled on her waist. His fingers curled slightly, pressing into her skin just enough to make her gasp into the kiss. The sound ignited something deeper in him.

The kiss deepened, it made her toes curl. It was a dance of control—Taehyung led, Jungkook followed, her head spinning from the intensity of it all.

Jungkook whimpered against him, a sound she hadn't even realized she'd made, and he responded with a low growl that vibrated against her mouth. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, a sharp bite that sent a shiver racing down her spine. She gasped again, and this time he didn't just catch the sound—he devoured it, deepening the kiss with a possessiveness that made her pulse race.

Jungkook's fingers fumbled against the fabric of his vest, clutching it for support as the intensity of his kiss overwhelmed her senses. She was lost, the world around her narrowing down to him—his lips, his touch, his overwhelming presence.

Taehyung pulled back slowly and they both caught their breath. Jungkook could only stare at him, her chest rising and falling in sync with her erratic breaths, her lips tingling from the intoxicating force of his kiss.

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as her eyes betrayed her, wandering over him. His damp hair clung to his forehead, rowdy strands framing his sharp features. The black vest he wore was snug against his chest, outlining the sculpted lines of his frame. Droplets of water trailed down his skin, catching the light and making him look like some untouchable, ethereal being.

But he wasn't untouchable—he was here, right in front of her, looking entirely too smug.

"Next time," Taehyung murmured, his voice a rich, low timbre that sent a shiver down her spine, "try not to knock me out with a pillow before attempting... drastic measures."

Jungkook's wide eyes flew up to meet his as realization dawned. She sat up abruptly and without a second thought, she shoved him back with both hands, her palms pressing against the firm planes of his chest.

"You faked it?" Jungkook sputtered, her voice caught between a squeak and a growl, her face burning with embarrassment and indignation.

Taehyung didn't resist her push; instead, he let himself fall back slightly, his expression entirely too amused. "Define 'faked,'" he replied, his tone teasing, his lips quirking into a smirk.

"I couldn't resist," Taehyung admitted, watching her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Seeing you that flustered was worth it."

Jungkook gasped, her mouth dropping open as she stared at him in disbelief. "I thought I actually hurt you! Even, I gave you CPR!"

The memory of her frantic attempt at CPR flashed through her mind, and her cheeks flamed a deep crimson. Her hands flew to her face, covering her burning cheeks as she processed his confession.

Taehyung leaning in close to her, his voice dropping to a murmur as he nudged her hands down to reveal her pouting face. "And I have to say, it was... effective."

With a groan, Jungkook gave him another shove, but Taehyung caught her wrists mid-push, pulling her closer until she was nearly in his lap. The sudden proximity sent a jolt of electricity through her, her heart betraying her with a sharp, hurried beat.

"You know," Taehyung said, his voice low and teasing, "you really need to work on your stealth." His lips quirked into a smirk, his dark eyes locking with hers. "That mirror gave away everything. I saw you eyeing that pillow like it was some grand weapon of war."

Jungkook's mouth fell open, her mind scrambling to catch up with his words. She tugged at her wrists, but Taehyung didn't let go. Instead, his grip tightened slightly, his warmth seeping into her skin.

"You mean..." Her voice faltered before coming out in a disbelieving whisper. "You knew the whole time?"

"Every single second," Taehyung confirmed, leaning in closer, his nose nearly brushing hers as his smirk widened. His tone was calm and laced with playful mischief.

Jungkook felt her cheeks burn, embarrassment bubbling in her chest. "You just... let me think I'd knocked you out?!"

Taehyung shrugged, leaning back slightly but keeping her close, his hands still holding her wrists. "It was too good an opportunity to pass up," he admitted. "I wanted to see what you'd do next."

Her eyes narrowed at him, and Jungkook twisted her arms again, but Taehyung didn't budge. If anything, he pulled her a fraction closer, the distance between them evaporating.

"You're so..." Jungkook started, struggling to find words as his gaze bore into hers. She glanced down at his chest for a moment, as if trying to steady herself, before her eyes darted back up. "So—"

"Smart?" Taehyung interrupted smoothly, his deep voice dripping with innocence. His lips quirked upward again. "Or maybe you were going to say 'handsome'? I'll take either, really."

Jungkook's cheeks burned hotter, and she huffed, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest. "Annoying," she shot back, her voice sharper than she felt.

"I was going to say annoying."

Taehyung chuckled, a soft rumble that reverberate through her. "Annoying?" he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue as though it were a challenge.

Jungkook tried to twist away again but Taehyung's free arm came around her wrist, holding her steady. The movement left her breathless, her heart skittering wildly.

"Let me go!" Jungkook demanded, her voice only made his smirk grow.

"Why should I?" Taehyung murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned even closer. His lips were so close to her ear now that she could feel his warm breath. "You're not acting like you really want me to."

Jungkook's cheeks flushed, but she tried to keep her cool, placing her hands on his chest to keep a little distance.

"I didn't mean to make you worry," Taehyung said softly, his teasing tone replaced with something gentler. His eyes softened, the playful glint giving way to something deeper, more sincere.

Jungkook glanced up at him, caught off guard by the sudden shift. Her lips parted, but before she could say anything, he tugged her even closer, their noses almost brushing.

"I'm still mad at you,"

Taehyung's teasing expression softened, his gaze holding hers making Jungkook's breath hitch. His hand held her waist, his thumb tracing small circles along her side. The playfulness between them faded as they sat there, wrapped up in each other's presence.

The room was dimly lit, the moonlight spilling through the window. Taehyung's eyes softened as he watched the way the light played across Jungkook's face, her skin glowing under its illuminance.

Jungkook's hands resting against his chest, felt the his heart beat beneath her palms. She looked up at him, eyes searching, as if trying to decipher the tenderness in his gaze.

With tenderness, he reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. His thumb brushed over the small ring on her finger—a dainty band with a tiny stone that caught the light.

"Still mad at me?" he whispered, his voice low and soft, his thumb brushing lightly along her wrist.

"Yes," Jungkook breathed out.

"Then I suppose I'll have to try harder," he whispered, his fingers loosening just enough for her to pull away if she wanted to—but Jungkook stayed, unable to resist the spark in his gaze.

Then, Taehyung leaned in, his gaze never leaving hers, his movements were slow as if giving her time to change her mind. But Jungkook remained still, her fingers curling around the silk bedsheet, holding tight as her heart raced.

Jungkook didn't look away, meeting his gaze with an openness that mirrored his own.

Taehyung was close enough now that Jungkook could feel his warm through the thin layers between them. Courtesy to black vest, his toned shoulders and arms were in plain view, and every time he moved, the fabric clung just enough to hint at the strength beneath.

He lifted his hand, fingers brushed along her shoulder, just above the strap of her dress. The closeness was almost overwhelming, yet his movements remained unhurried. Jungkook's grip on the bedsheet loosened and her hand found its way to his shoulder, fingers brushing against his skin.

"You looked so determined with that pillow," he murmured. "Didn't think I'd turn things around on you like this, did you?"

Jungkook's cheeks flushed, a slight smile pulling at her lips. "I just... didn't think you'd make me worry like that," she whispered, her hand resting on his forearm, fingers unconsciously tracing over the protuding veins.

Taehyung leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek as his lips hovered just inches from hers. Jungkook's heart raced, her pulse quickening at the proximity. His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face gently toward his and his eyes shut in anticipation.

But just as his lips were about to meet hers, Jungkook abruptly pulled back. Her movements were quick as she slipped out from under his grasp and off the bed.

Taehyung blinked, caught off guard, his hand lingering in the air where her face had been.

"Mrs Kim..." His deep voice carried a mixture of confusion and amusement.

Jungkook turned to him with a smirk that rivaled his own. She stood a few steps away from the bed, her hands crossed on her chest, her disheveled dress hanging precariously off one shoulder.

"Not so fast, Mr. Kim," she teased, her cheeks flushed from shyness.

Taehyung tilted his head, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he regarded her. His dark gaze remained fixed on her, his amusement blending with intrigue. Slowly, he pushed himself up from the bed, the muscles in his arms flexing subtly as he leaned forward.

Jungkook's smirk widened, her confidence bolstered as she took a step back, her hands brushing over the folds of her dress.

Taehyung stood, his towering frame making her take another step back instinctively. His vest clung to him like a second skin, emphasizing the broad planes of his chest and the strength in his arms.

Every step Jungkook took backward, Taehyung took one forward, the space between them shrinking, but just when it felt like he was close enough to finally pull her into his arms, she slipped away again, her eyes gleaming with playfulness.

Taehyung's eyes darkened with desire. His lips curved into a teasing smile as he took another step forward, his gaze never leaving hers.

Jungkook moved again, her pace graceful but deliberate as she created more distance. With each step, she felt her heart race, her chest tightening with the excitement of the chase. The way he looked at her with those intense dark gaze, made her pulse flutter.

But the wife wasn't ready to give in just yet. Not when she was still enjoying the game.

Taehyung didn't break eye contact.

He was close now—closer than before—and Jungkook could feel his presence. But just as he moved to close the gap between them, Jungkook stepped back once more, her heel catching on the floor as she moved with surprising speed.

Before he could reach her, she turned and hurried to the bathroom door. Her heart pounded in her chest as her breath quickened, the thrill of escape singing through her veins. Taehyung's eyes widened in surprise as she darted toward the door, but he was too late to stop her.

Jungkook reached the bathroom, her fingers trembling as she grasped the doorknob. She threw the door open and slammed it shut behind her, locking it with a click that echoed in the still room. Her back pressed against the cool wood, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

A few seconds passed and the silence in the room stretched on.

Jungkook waited, tense, her breath shallow, trying to steady herself. But when no sound came, her curiosity won out.

Slowly, she turned the doorknob and opened the door just a crack, peering out into the room. Her eyes scanned the space but there was no sign of Taehyung.

Frowning, she stepped cautiously out, only to freeze when a deep, teasing voice rang out behind her.

"Searching for me, Mrs. Kim?"

Jungkook flinched, startled by the sudden sound of his voice and spun around to see him standing inside the bathroom. His eyes dark and mischievous locked to hers confused one, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

Jungkook's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Taehyung standing in the bathroom. Her heart raced in her chest as her mind struggled to piece together what had just happened.

"How...?"

She trailed off, her confusion evident on her face, only for Taehyung to step forward, closing the distance between them.

Taehyung leaned down, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke in a low dangerous voice, "Looks like you forgot your husband has some not-so-human qualities, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook's initial shock slowly faded, replaced by a pout that tugged at her lips as realization dawned. "You used magic," she muttered, her voice laced with accusation and disbelief.

"And?" he teased, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Her pout deepened, her hands now pushing against his chest in protest, though the action was anything but forceful. "That's cheating!" she huffed, her voice rising just a bit. "I locked the door for a reason, Mr. Kim."

"And I have my ways, Mrs. Kim," he said smoothly, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

Jungkook's pout didn't waver as her hands balled into fists and lightly thumped against his chest. "You can't just use your magic to invade my space whenever you feel like it!"

He tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness, his hands resting on either side of her hips as he kept her firmly in place.

"But how else would I catch you before you escape, hmm?" he teased, his smile growing as he saw her cheeks flush an even deeper pink.

His words paired with his dark gaze, made Jungkook's resolve crumble slightly. Her pout wavered, her eyes darting to his lips for the briefest moment before she quickly looked away.

"I... I'm still mad at you," she mumbled, her voice quieter now, though the pink on her cheeks deepened.

Taehyung tilted her chin up with his fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Are you now?" he asked, his voice teasing but laced with warmth.

Jungkook hesitated, her lips parting as if to reply, but no words came out. Her silence only emboldened him further, his hands slipping back to her hips as he leaned in, his nose brushing against hers.

"Go on," he whispered, his tone almost challenging. "Tell me just how mad you are, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook bit her bottom lip, her fists uncurling as her hands slid up his chest, her touch tentative yet drawn by an invisible pull. "So mad..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, though the way her fingers gripped his vest betrayed her words.

Taehyung smirked, the corner of his lips quirking upward as he whispered back, "Then I suppose I'll just have to cool you down properly."

Jungkook's eyes widened as Taehyung's hand darted to the shower knob.

"No, don't you dare—"

Before she could finish, a sudden burst of cold water rained down on them and Jungkook squealed, instinctively clinging to his chest as the water soaked them both in an instant.

"Mr Kim!" Jungkook exclaimed, her voice trembling from the chill and the suddenness of it all.

Water streamed down her hair, sticking it to her face in soft tendrils, and her dress clung to her curves, the now-sheer fabric outlining every delicate feature of her body.

Taehyung chuckled, the deep timbre of his laughter reverberating through the small space. His broad frame dominated the shower, droplets cascading over his chiseled shoulders and down his chest, the wet fabric of his vest leaving little to the imagination. He ran a hand through his drenched hair, pushing it back in one smooth motion, his dark eyes settling on her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

"You called, Mrs. Kim?" he teased, his lips curling into a wolfish smirk.

Jungkook glared at him, though the heat rising in her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. Her pout was involuntary as she tried to gather herself, but she couldn't look away from him—the way the water dripped down his sharp jawline, trailing over the strong column of his neck.

"Meanie," she muttered, her voice softer than she intended, her words nearly drowned out by the sound of the water.

Taehyung's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with playful dominance as he closed the small distance between them. His broad shoulders blocked most of the water from hitting her directly, the droplets now cascading down his toned arms and soaking the vest that clung to his chest like a second skin.

"You talk too much," he murmured, his tone somewhere between a tease and a command.

Her cheeks flushed deeper, his assertiveness and his fingers leaving her breathless. She bit her lip unconsciously, and his eyes darkened at the sight, his jaw tightening as if he were restraining himself.

"You shouldn't do that," he said, his voice lower now, his thumb brushing over her lip with a slight pressure that made her gasp softly.

"Do what?" Jungkook managed to whisper, her voice trembling.

"Bite your lip like that," Taehyung replied, his tone almost scolding as he leaned closer, his breath fanning over her cheek. "Unless you're ready for the consequences."

The words sent a jolt through Jungkook, her knees threatening to give out beneath her.

"You're not playing fair," the wife mumbled, her pout returning, though her resolve was clearly slipping.

"Who said anything about playing fair?" Taehyung replied, his lips quirking into a smirk before they descended to the curve of her neck. His mouth was warm against her cold skin, his kisses were unhurried savoring every reaction his pretty wife gave him.

Jungkook shuddered, her hands sliding from his chest to his shoulders, her fingers brushing over the taut muscles.

"M-Mr Kim..." she tried to protest, but it was weak, her voice betraying the pull she felt toward him.

"You're trembling," the husband murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone before he kissed the spot softly. His hands shifted to her lower back, guiding her closer, leaving no space between them.

"I'm... fine," Jungkook whispered, though her voice wavered. She tried to look away but Taehyung's hand moved to her chin, tilting her face back to him.

"Don't hide from me," he said, his voice a low command that made her heart stutter. His thumb brushed over her cheek, wiping away a stray droplet of water before his lips followed, trailing soft, lingering kisses from her jaw to the corner of her mouth.

Jungkook's response was a soft whimper, her head tilting back against the wall as Taehyung's lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear. His kisses grew bolder, his hands exploring every curve with an unspoken reverence that made her body arch toward him.

The water continued to rain down on them, drenching them both completely, but neither seemed to care. The heat between them burned brighter, the steam rising around them a reflection of the growing tension that neither was willing to break.

The cold water clung to Jungkook's skin, the sheer fabric of her dress molding to every curve, leaving little to the imagination. Her hair was damp, cascading over her shoulders, and droplets of water trailed down her neck, disappearing into the valley between her breasts. Her cheeks were flushed and her cherry-red lips were slightly parted as she breathed, looking up at Taehyung with an expression that was both innocent and provocative.

Taehyung's gaze darkened as he took her in, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. The way she stood there, her body glistening under the water, was enough to drive him mad. Taehyung's breath hitched, his wild thoughts spiraling as his eyes devoured her.

His wife was an intoxicating vision—wet, flushed and utterly irresistible.

Jungkook wasn't doing it on purpose—or maybe she was, with the way her eyes flicked to his lips before shyly darting away.

His gaze followed the delicate trail of her fingers as they brushed against her collarbone and dipped toward the neckline of her clinging dress. The way her wet hair framed her face, her lips slightly swollen from her nervous nibbles, was enough to stir something primal within him.

But it was her neck—her pale, unblemished neck—that truly unraveled him. Taehyung's fingers flexed at his sides, itching to grab her, tilt her head back, and decorate that flawless skin with his marks. He wanted everyone to know she was his—his wife, his everything.

The thought of her walking around with his bites and bruises adorning her made him feel an almost animalistic satisfaction.

And then he noticed it—the faint golden glint around her waist visible through wet fabric.

The butterfly waist chain.

The delicate piece he had bought her at the fair now sat snug against her skin, resting just above the curve of her hips.

The sight sent his mind reeling.

Goddammit, he thought.

The chain's dainty charm, juxtaposed with her sheer, clinging dress, drove him to the brink of madness. His eyes darkened further, and he felt his self-control slip another notch.

Jungkook looked like a damn goddess. And then his gaze trailed upwards.

His jaw clenched as he saw the hardened buds of her chest pressing against the soaked fabric, clearly visible. Her body's reaction to the cold water had turned her into a vision of pure temptation. The wet dress outlined every curve, every dip and swell, teasing him with a glimpse of what lay beneath.

A low growl rumbled in his throat and his gaze snapped back to her face. Jungkook's eyes flickered with shyness and something teasing, her lips quirking as though she knew exactly the effect she had on him.

"Do you know what you're doing to me, Mrs. Kim?" Taehyung's voice was rough, deeper than usual, as he took a step closer.

His hands itched to grab her, his body screaming at him to close the distance and claim her. Jungkook's breath hitched at the intensity in his voice.

"What--"

"Oh! Don't play coy, Mrs Kim" Taehyung growled, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist, his fingers wrapping firmly around it. Meanwhile, His thumb brushed against the delicate metal at her waist.

Her cheeks flared with heat, her breaths coming faster. She wanted to say something clever, to keep up the teasing, but the way his gaze pinned her in place, feral and possessive, left her speechless.

His hand slid around to her back, pressing her closer until her chest was flush against his. The hardened buds of her chest teased against him through the layers of fabric, and he groaned low in his throat.

"You're a tease, Mrs. Kim," he murmured, his lips hovering over hers but not quite touching. "And now, you'll deal with the consequences."

Jungkook's smirk only widened as Taehyung's grip on her tightened. She could feel the tension in his body, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike. Her boldness rushed as she let her fingers toy with the damp strands of hair at the nape of his neck, her nails grazing lightly against his skin. She tilted her head slightly, her wet hair cascading over her shoulder, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.

"Hmm, is that a promise or a threat?" Jungkook whispered, her voice dripping with sass. Her chest pressed tighter against his, her hardened buds brushing against him deliberately now, and her smile widened at the low groan he couldn't suppress.

Her body arched subtly against him and she bit her bottom lip provocatively, her eyes never leaving his.

Taehyung's response was immediate.

One hand slid down her waist, his fingers gripping the wet fabric clinging to her hips. The other hand found the curve of her neck, his thumb brushing against her jawline as he forced her to look up at him. His dark gaze roamed over her flushed face, the sheen of water on her skin, and the way the damp dress outlined every tempting curve.

"You really don't know when to stop, do you?" the husband growled, his voice rough with both frustration and desire. His fingers tightened on her hips as he backed her up against the cool tiles of the shower wall, his body pressing against hers to trap her completely.

Jungkook's breath hitched, but her confidence didn't falter. She let her hands trail down his chest, her fingertips tracing over the defined muscles beneath the wet vest. Slowly, her fingers toyed with the hem, brushing against his skin with featherlight touches.

"Stop?" Jungkook echoed, tilting her head innocently as her hands dipped just below the fabric. "But where's the fun in that, Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung's jaw clenched as he watched her with a burning intensity, his breathing growing heavier with every second. Taehyung didn't hesitate. His hand slid to the back of her thigh, gripping firmly as he lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the tiles.

Jungkook yelped and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and her hands flew to his shoulders to steady herself, her cheeks flushing as she realized just how much power he had over her.

The movement causing the hem of her dress to ride up further, exposing the smooth thick thighs. Taehyung's eyes flicked down, the fabric bunching up against her hips. His breath hitched, his composure slipping further as his thumb brushed over her thigh, skimming dangerously close to forbidden territory.

Taehyung's hand slid from her thigh to her waist, his fingers tracing the chain before gripping her firmly. His free hand pressed flat against the tiles beside her head, boxing her in completely. "I'm running out of patience, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook's hands curling around the back of his neck as she tilted her head, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Maybe patience isn't what we need right now, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung's restraint snapped. His lips crashed against hers in a searing kiss, all-consuming and filled with pent-up desire. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, the cold waist chain pressed against his skin. The dress continued to shift with every movement, the soaked fabric sliding against her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Jungkook gasped into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his damp hair as his mouth moved to her jaw, then her neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. Her head tipped back against the tiles, her breathy sighs mingling with the mild downpour of the water.

Taehyung's lips trailed lower, skimming the sensitive skin of Jungkook's neck, leaving an imprint of heat that contrasted with the cool water raining down on them.

Each kiss was a claim he was unapologetically making.

His hands roamed her sides, sliding up her back and pressing her tighter against him, as if the space between them didn't already feel nonexistent.

"You're braver than I thought, Mrs. Kim," he said, his tone both teasing and commanding.

Jungkook's sass flickered, her hands moving to cup his face, her thumbs brushing his sharp cheekbones. "Maybe I'm just learning how to handle you," she countered, her lips curling into a smirk despite her rapid breathing.

Taehyung raised a brow at her defiance, his own smirk deepening as his fingers slipped higher along her thigh, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

"Handle me?" he repeated, his voice a rich, velvety hum that made her knees weak.

Jungkook's fingers tightened in his hair, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hands slid up her back, pulling the sodden fabric higher. She felt completely at his mercy yet equally empowered by the way his body reacted to her every movement. Her legs tightened around his waist, her body arching instinctively closer.

Jungkook's fingers trembled but found their boldness as they slid down Taehyung's chest, tracing his muscles through his drenched vest. Her touch was tentative at first, testing the waters, but when she felt his chest rise sharply beneath her palms, her movements grew more deliberate. Her nails lightly scratched his skin, leaving goosebumps in their path and she couldn't miss the way his jaw clenched in response.

Taehyung let out a low growl, the sound reverberating between them. It was raw and unrestricted, a signal of just how deeply his wife was affecting him. His head tipped slightly back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. When his gaze returned to hers, it was darker, hungrier.

Jungkook leaned in, her lips barely brushing against the edge of his jawline. Her teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath his ear, and her warm breath against his damp skin made him shudder.

He groaned into her neck, the sound filled with unfiltered desire, before pulling back slightly to look at her. The sight of Jungkook—the water dripping from her hair, her flushed cheeks, her parted lips trembling with anticipation—nearly undid him. His hand slid up her side, tracing the curve of her waist, before resting just below her ribs.

Jungkook's pretty nails dug into his shoulders, leaving faint red crescents as she pulled him closer. Her body arched against his, her lips finding his jawline. This time, there was no hesitation—her teeth nipped at his skin, sharp and deliberate, leaving him hissing through clenched teeth.

"Mrs. Kim," Taehyung growled, his voice low and dangerous, the rough timbre sending a shiver down her spine. His hands tightened on her thighs, holding her firmly in place as he leaned forward, his teeth grazing her earlobe before biting down gently.

Jungkook slid her hands into his damp hair, pulling sharply enough to tilt his head back. Her lips trailed down his throat, her teeth scraping against his pulse point as her legs squeezed tighter around him.

Her actions were untamed, her body moving with a sensual recklessness that matched his intensity.

A low, guttural sound escaped Taehyung's parted lips as he grabbed her waist with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was bruising and unrelenting. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, drawing a whimper from her and he took the sound as fuel.

His hands roamed her body, sliding over the soaked fabric that clung to her curves. The chain around her waist shifted under his fingers as he gripped her firmly, his thumb brushing the cool metal before pushing the dress higher. His lips moved to her collarbone, biting and sucking with just enough pressure to leave marks, his low groans vibrating against her skin.

Taehyung's teeth worked the strap of her dress further down, the fabric clinging wetly to her skin as gravity took hold. The dress slipped below her shoulders, then lower still, pooling around her waist to reveal her full, heavy bust. The sheer sight of her, glistening under the cascading water, made him pause for the briefest moment, his dark gaze drinking her in with unfiltered hunger.

His hands slid up jungkook's sides, calloused fingers brushing over her waist before framing her ribs. The contrast of his rough touch against her softness was electric, sending a shiver through Jungkook's spine as she gasped at the intensity in his eyes.

Taehyung's eyes burned with intensity as they zeroed in on the swell of her chest, water glistening on her skin like tiny jewels under the dim light. His lips hovered just above the soft curve, his warm breath fanning over her damp skin. The deliberate tease of his proximity sent shivers coursing through Jungkook's body, her back instinctively arching toward him as if silently begging for more.

"Such a vision, Mrs. Kim," he murmured, his voice hoarse with satisfaction.

With excruciating slowness, he lowered his head, his lips brushing against her skin in a feather-light kiss. The deliberate pace was maddening and Jungkook's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his shoulder. A soft whimper escaped her lips, the sound igniting a flicker of rudimentary satisfaction in Taehyung's eyes.

He didn't hold back for long. His lips pressed against her, tasting her skin with slow kisses, his tongue darting out to trace the path left behind. His hand slid up her side, possessively cupping her waist before his fingers splayed wide, holding her firmly in place.

His large hands slid up her back, pressing her chest flush against him as his lips descended to her hardened peaks. His mouth captured one in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue swirling and teasing while his teeth occasionally grazed her sensitive skin.

His teeth grazed the curve of her breast, a teasing nip that made Jungkook's breath hitch sharply. The sound was like music to him, spurring him to grip her hips tighter, pulling her impossibly closer.

Jungkook gasped sharply, her fingers threading through his damp hair, tugging gently as her body arched against him. Her other hand fisted his vest, trying to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations. Taehyung's growls grew deeper, vibrating against her chest as he alternated between teasing nips and slow, sensual sucks that left her trembling.

His large hands slid up her back with a force that left no room for escape, fingers splayed wide as he pulled her tighter against him.  Jungkook's soft chest pressed flush against his, her heart racing as she could feel the heat radiating off him.

His muscles were firm, his body unyielding against hers, a reminder of the man he was—powerful, dominant, and completely in control.

She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against hers. Their rhythms were in sync, two hearts bound by something primal, something far beyond words.

Taehyung's lips were on her before she could take another breath, his mouth descending on her hardened peaks with a force that made her gasp. His kiss was hot, raw, and urgent—every touch of his lips a claim.

He didn't waste time, didn't hold back.

His hands gripped her tighter, one sliding to her waist, the other cupping her breast, his roughened fingers grazing over her sensitive skin. The pressure of his touch made her knees weak, and she melted into him, helpless to his strength.

His tongue teased, swirling around the hardened bud in an almost torturous rhythm. He wasn't gentle, wasn't soft. Every flick, every swirl, was filled with intent—a challenge to see just how much she could take, how much she would crave from him. His teeth grazed her skin, a sharp nip that sent a shock of pleasure through her body, and her back arched, offering herself up to him, desperate for more.

"Mine," he growled against her skin, the word rough, guttural, like a wild animal marking its territory. His hands moved, now possessive, controlling, as he pressed her against him, leaving her breathless.

Jungkook's body responded to his every movement, but Taehyung wasn't content to let her stay passive.  His lips found their way back to her breast and this time, his mouth was more demanding, sucking hard, his tongue flicking and pulling at her sensitive skin with an intensity that stole her breath away.

Taehyung's hands moved with accuracy as if he had choreographed every step in his mind. His grip on her thigh tightened, effortlessly lifting her against the cool tiles, the sudden contrast of temperature against her heated skin making her gasp. The coldness sent a shiver through her and Taehyung's body, so warm against hers, felt like a force of nature as he pressed her into the tiles with a quiet intensity.

Taehyung pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck as he locked eyes with her. His gaze was dark and intense, like he was reading the very depths of her soul. A smile tugged at his lips and he chuckled softly, the sound rich with desire.

"Say my name again, Jungkook," he commanded, his voice now thick with authority, the dark tone of it curling around her like smoke.

He didn't just want her to say it—he needed to hear it.

He needed to hear the vulnerability in her voice, the way she gave herself to him with each breath.

"Mr. Kim..." she breathed. The way her name escaped her lips was soft, almost shy, as though she wasn't sure she was ready to give him the power he demanded.

"Louder."

Jungkook wanted to, oh, how she wanted to, but something inside her hesitated, unsure of the magnitude of what was happening between them.

"Mr. Kim," Jungkook whispered, her voice a little shaky, even though she had said his name a thousand times before. But it wasn't enough this time.

His lips curled into a knowing smirk, but there was an edge to it, a hunger that was impossible to ignore. Slowly, he stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke.

"Say my name, Jungkook. Say Taehyung."

The way he said it, his voice thick with desire, made her pulse flutter.

Jungkook froze, her heart skipping a beat at the sound of his name—his real name—falling from his lips. The command was clear, but she hesitated. Taehyung was always Mr. Kim to her, even in their most intimate moments. Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, unsure if she could give him what he wanted.

But Taehyung didn't wait.

His fingers found the curve of her jaw, tilting her head back so she could meet his gaze. His thumb brushed gently over her lips, teasing, waiting. "Say it, Jungkook. Taehyung."

It was a demand, a plea, which sent a shiver down her spine.

Her cheeks flushed, heart racing as she tried to steady her breathing. The name felt unfamiliar on her lips, the barrier between her formal respect and the raw need that sparked between them too sharp.

But Taehyung was relentless. His other hand slid down to her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"Say it," he urged again, voice dripping with both need and control. "Say my name like you mean it."

The command was too much for her to resist. Her breath caught in her throat, and, finally, the word slipped from her lips in a shaky whisper, "Taehyung."

It was soft, hesitant, but there was a vulnerability in the way she said it, as though she was opening herself up to him in a way she hadn't before.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest as Taehyung leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck before pressing hot kisses along her skin. "Again," he demanded, his hands gripping her tighter, pulling her even closer.

"Louder. I want to hear you say it, Jungkook."

Her eyes fluttered closed as the words tumbled from her lips again, this time with more confidence, more surrender. "Taehyung," she breathed, her voice no longer just a whisper but a soft moan, a sound of acceptance, of desire, as her body responded to him fully.

The moment she said his name, something inside Taehyung snapped. The control he had maintained slipped away, and he kissed her deeply, fiercely. His hands moved urgently, pulling at her clothes, the need between them escalating with each second.

"Good," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough, his grip possessive. "That's my name. Taehyung. Remember it, because I'll make sure you never forget it."

The water streamed over them, pooling at the curve of her body, enhancing every detail that drove him wild. His lips traced the delicate line of her collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his tongue followed to soothe the slight sting. Jungkook's breath hitched, her head tipping back, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks as she whispered his name, soft and full of need.

The sound of her saying his name, the way it echoed in his ears, was all he needed.

With a low growl, he pulled her tighter, deepening their connection, letting the water and the heat of their bodies blend into a single force.

The world outside ceased to exist.

There was only the two of them, lost in the moment, consumed by each other.

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Author's Note:

So, um... what did I just write? 😅

*Questioning my brain*

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