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Morning arrived with soft rays of sunlight filtering through the canopy, gently illuminating the space.

The rooftop outside was basked in the golden glow of the new day, but inside the cozy bed, Taehyung and Jungkook remained still, wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence.

Wrapped in the sheets, their bodies were tangled in the most intimate embrace. They had become one, a quiet unity that neither of them had expected yet both desperately needed.

Last night, they had untangled beneath each other's touch, crossed a threshold neither had anticipated yet both had desperately craved.

In the dark hours of the night, when the world outside had grown still, and the stars twinkled brightly in the sky, they had shared more than one round, a deep and unspoken moment that only the stars above bore witness to.

Jungkook stirred from her deep slumber. Her eyelids fluttered slightly. Her body felt heavy but gradually, the world around her began to come into focus.

The flower filled sheets beneath her and the warmth of the sun on her skin were the first things she became aware of. As her eyes blinked open, the light seemed to dance softly on the edges of her vision, making everything appear as if it was gently bathed in gold.

Her long lashes fluttered, brushing against her pale cheeks as she nestled deeper into the pillow beneath her. She shifted slightly, the soft pillow cradling her head, her hair falling around her face in gentle waves. Her skin was still warm from the night, it had a soft glow to it, like a delicate blossom bathed in early morning dew.

Jungkook tried to move but found herself unable to shift. Taehyung's large frame was draped over her, his body seemed to naturally mold around hers. His chest was pressed against her back, and his long fingers were interwined with the back of Jungkook's small one, the hold tight even in sleep.

She could feel his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest against her own.

But what drew her attention most were the rings.

Subtle but shimmering in the filtered sunlight that spilled through the canopy above. They gleamed with quiet meaning. The rings fit so naturally on their fingers, as if they had been waiting lifetimes to return home.

Her lashes lowered, brushing softly against her cheeks as she stared. A slow warmth spread through her chest, a tender bloom of emotion that made her eyes mist and her heart ache in the most beautiful way.

It wasn't just the ring.

It was everything it meant.

Their hands, once trembling from anger or longing or fear, now lay still in union.

Their hearts, once guarded, had cracked open under moonlight and melted into one another.

A small, breathy sound escaped her lips-something like a sigh, something close to a smile.

The scent of him surrounded her-the faint musk of his skin, the remnants of last night's passion clinging to the air.

Jungkook stirred softly, her limbs still heavy with sleep, only to feel the loose fabric brushing against her skin. She blinked, and in the golden spill of morning light, she realized-she was wearing his shirt.

It hung from her shoulders like a memory, far too large for her frame, slipping over one bare shoulder and pooling gently around her thighs.

The fabric was soft but infused with his warmth, his scent, his presence. It smelled like midnight whispers and skin against skin.

Her legs shifted beneath the covers, brushing against his rough pants still tangled in the sheets. The contact was subtle-just the barest graze-but it lit a spark under her skin, a sensation that reminded her of how wholly she had belonged to him just hours before.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Every ache in her body was a secret mark left behind by his hands, every flutter in her chest was a quiet echo of the way he had spoken to her with touch rather than words.

Jungkook turned her head slightly, gaze drifting to where he still slept behind her, and she simply watched his peaceful face-this man who had claimed every part of her with such gentleness and fire.

And somehow, wearing his shirt felt more intimate than even the night itself.

Like a promise whispered after the storm.

Jungkook tried to shift, but his grip tightened, his body instinctively pulling her back as if sensing her movement even in sleep. A small sound rumbled in his throat, a soft protest at the idea of space between them.

Jungkook stilled, her lips curling faintly at the way he refused to let go.

The sheets beneath her were cool where they hadn't been touched, but the space between their bodies-where warmth had bloomed in the night, where sighs had been exchanged and barriers broken-still held the heat.

Crushed petals lay scattered across the fabric, their delicate forms the only evidence of how tenderly wild the night had been.

Then, Jungkook felt him stir.

His head shifted slightly, his nose brushing against the nape of her neck as he exhaled, his breath warm against her skin. His grip on her waist tightened for a moment before his fingers loosened, his body stretching slightly against hers, muscles shifting beneath his smooth skin.

Jungkook's breath hitched.

She kept her eyes closed, as if pretending to be asleep would make her less aware of the way he pressed against her. But her body betrayed her-her fingers curled against the sheets, her heart hammering a little too fast against her ribs.

Taehyung hummed lowly, his voice rough with sleep. His hand flexed slightly, fingers splaying over her stomach through the fabric of his shirt. The shift made Jungkook shiver, an involuntary response that she couldn't suppress.

Jungkook's breath caught, the sound small but sharp in her throat.

She didn't open her eyes.

If she kept still-if she didn't move, didn't breathe too loud-maybe she could remain inside the quietness of this moment.

Maybe she wouldn't have to acknowledge how her heart had begun to pound again, fluttering helplessly beneath the cage of her ribs like a bird unsure if it had found safety or surrender.

But her body gave her away.

Her fingers curled into the sheets, toes flexing beneath the covers. She felt his body, the heat of his skin against her back, and the intimate hush between them that no longer felt like silence-but memory.

Taehyung murmured something low and unintelligible against her shoulder, his voice still thick with sleep.

His hand moved-fingers unfurling across her stomach, right over the soft fabric of his own shirt draped around her body.

The motion was unintentionally gentle, but it sent a shiver through her.

A tremble she couldn't stop. Jungkook bit her lower lip.

The shirt she wore clung to her in places where the night had marked her, where his hands had been-where she had welcomed him without question.

And now, in the fragile light of morning, that memory bloomed all over again.

Last night's passion was now reduced to reality.

A different kind of shyness bloomed in her chest. It wasn't the innocent embarrassment of a stolen glance or an unintentional touch.

It was the deep, undeniable awareness of what had transpired between them-the intimacy they had shared, the way they had unraveled in each other's arms with no barriers left between them.

Jungkook's lashes fluttered, heavy with sleep and memory, as she slowly turned her head on the pillow. Her eyes opened fully-and the breath caught in her throat.

Taehyung's dark, drowsy gaze met hers, like a secret shared between just the two of them.

Sleep still clung to his eyes, making his lashes seem longer, his expression softer.

His hair was a tousled around his head, wild from her hands, from where she had clung to him when words had failed. Strands curled against his forehead, some clinging to the sheen of his skin where sweat had once glistened in the moonlight.

It made him look real in a way that stole her breath-real, undone, and wholly hers.

Her gaze dropped lower.

His lips. They were still plush and swollen from the night's endless kisses, their usual curve softened by the remnants of everything they had spoken without speaking.

They looked kissed-through, almost bruised-proof of how they had met hers again and again, until time no longer existed.

His throat moved as he swallowed, the slow roll of muscle beneath his skin drawing Jungkook's eyes downward, tracing the subtle rise and fall of his bare chest.

There, beneath the golden brush of morning light, lay the evidence of her-soft blooms of red and violet scattered like wildflowers across his skin.

Along his collarbone, near the hollow of his throat, over the curve of his shoulder, and down the quiet ridges of his ribs.

Each one a mark was a memory, a confession pressed into him during the night.

Her lips had written her heart across his body, and now, he wore those marks like vows.

Taehyung looked utterly spent-his skin warm with sleep, his muscles relaxed. And yet, even in that disheveled state, he looked divine.

He stretched lazily, arm curling above his head, a soft breath escaping his lips. His voice was low and worn, rough from sleep and maybe a little from her kisses.

"Morning," he murmured.

Jungkook's breath caught. Her fingers clenched slightly in the sheets as she glanced down, too aware of everything-his shirt barely covering her, the way their legs were tangled.

She shifted just a little, shy beneath his gaze.

"Morning..." she whispered back, eyes flickering up to meet his, only to dart away again.

It wasn't just morning.

It was the morning-after a night that had changed everything.

Her heart fluttered gently with a quiet joy she couldn't put into words.

Taehyung watched her, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. His gaze was still heavy-lidded with sleep, it softened as it settled on her flushed cheeks and the way she bit down gently on her bottom lip, clearly flustered under his attention.

"Still shy," he murmured, voice husky, almost teasing, but dipped in affection. "Even after everything?"

Jungkook's lashes fluttered. She tried to look at him but her gaze faltered halfway, dipping to his chest, to his arm, to anywhere else. Her fingers tugged at the sheets between them, twisting the fabric, seeking something to anchor herself.

"I-I'm not..." she tried, barely a whisper, the words folding into the space between them.

Taehyung chuckled softly. He leaned in, closing the small distance, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. His knuckles grazed her skin gently.

"You are," he said, with a smile that felt like sunrise. "But I like you like this."

Jungkook swallowed thickly, her eyes meeting his for a flickering second before dropping again.

"You... you look ruined," she said, and instantly regretted it, her face blooming red. "I mean-tired. Not ruined. I mean-"

"I am ruined," Taehyung interrupted with a quiet laugh, his thumb brushing delicately along the curve of her jaw, slow as if memorizing her shape. "By you."

Jungkook let out a soft whimper, flustered beyond words. She buried half her face into the pillow, hiding behind the folds of the fabric, her hair tumbling over her cheeks like a curtain.

Taehyung's lips curved, a gentle smile tugging at the corners. His hand slipped under the loose hem of the shirt and found the delicate dip of her waist.

His fingers splayed there, resting against her skin as if it were the most natural place in the world to be.

"You look well-rested," he murmured, voice coated in sleep, brushing against her ear like velvet.

Jungkook exhaled through her nose, cheeks glowing pink. "And you look exhausted."

He smirked, dark eyes dancing. "Well, I work hard, don't I?"

The wife huffed a tiny breath of disbelief, reaching to pull the blanket higher, tucking it beneath her chin like a barrier-more emotional than physical.

"Bragging first thing in the morning, Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung chuckled low in his chest, the sound warm and unhurried, before shifting closer. His body pressed flush against hers under the sheets, his knees bumping gently against the back of her thighs. His fingers, still curled at her waist, slid a little higher, brushing the side of her rib cage.

"Not bragging," he murmured, lips close-so close to her ear that she felt the words more than heard them. "Just stating facts, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook's breath caught, her eyes wide, heart stumbling in her chest at the sound of that name.

He leaned forward, his nose nudging aside the loose strands of hair near her temple, and whispered, "You kept me up all night, after all."

Jungkook gasped-scandalized and shy all at once-her hand flying out from beneath the blanket to swat his arm.

"You-!" Jungkook squeaked, scandalized, her voice high and breathless with embarrassment.

Taehyung only laughed, catching her wrist midair with one hand. Without breaking eye contact, he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a slow kiss to the delicate skin of her palm.

The moment stretched before he lowered it, placing her hand flat against the bare skin of his chest, right where his heart beat slow and steady beneath her touch.

"What?" he murmured, his voice deep and husky, barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed circles over the back of her hand. "You tired me out, darling. The least you could do is take responsibility."

Jungkook's mouth dropping open in disbelief. Her eyes narrowed, a pout forming on her lips as she glared at him through her long lashes.

"If anyone needs to take responsibility, it's you, Kim Taehyung. You were-" she lowered her voice, flustered, "-merciless."

He grinned, utterly unrepentant, and leaned in, his nose brushing her cheek. "And you loved every second of it."

Her face burned instantly, the blush creeping down her neck and to her chest, like fire licking over her skin. She tried to cover her fluster with a huff, wriggling slightly to put space between them, but he only followed, inching closer like a shadow that refused to leave.

"Shut up," she muttered, ducking her face into the pillow, wishing she could disappear into the softness.

"Make me," he whispered, lips barely brushing the shell of her ear.

Jungkook's breath stuttered-just for a second. A shiver danced down her spine, her toes curling under the blanket. But she refused to let him win.

She pushed at his chest with both hands, trying to act unaffected. "I'll throw you off this bed."

Taehyung groaned dramatically, flopping onto his back like she'd mortally wounded him, one arm draped across his eyes, the other stretched out toward her in agony.

"So cruel," he drawled. "And here I thought you'd take care of your poor, exhausted husband."

Jungkook peeked over the edge of the pillow, still hugging it to her chest like a shield. "You don't look exhausted to me."

He peeked back at her from under messy strands of hair, lips curved in an infuriating smirk. "Oh?" he asked, head tilting slowly. "Then what do I look like?"

Her gaze faltered, sliding down without permission. Down the slope of his neck, where faint bruises bloomed like ink pressed into parchment.

Along the strong lines of his chest, dappled with bite marks and flushed skin-painted in her heat, her desperation, her need.

The wife followed the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the lazy contentment in his posture, and the satisfied gleam in his dark eyes.

He looked like a man undone. Completely and utterly ruined.

Her fingers twitched at the memory, and she quickly looked away, cheeks crimson.

"Narcissist," she muttered, curling in on herself.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through the mattress.

"Maybe," he agreed lazily, voice dragging like silk. He stretched his arms above his head in one fluid motion-his muscles shifting beneath sun-kissed skin, every inch of him unapologetically bare and marked.

"Hard not to be," he added, "when my wife spends the night devouring me."

Jungkook audibly squeaked, yanking the blanket over her head this time in a desperate attempt to hide.

"Stop talking-!"

But his fingers found her through the covers, lifting the edge with a smile far too wicked for this early hour. He peeked beneath it, his hair falling forward, casting shadows over his eyes.

"Shy again?" he whispered teasingly. "You weren't shy last night."

She shoved his shoulder weakly, but he only caught her hand again, lifting it to press a kiss to her knuckles this time. Then, eyes dark and tender, he let her fingers rest against his cheek.

"Why do you look away," he murmured, "when I only want to look at you?"

Jungkook blinked, stunned still for a second.

He shifted closer, gently tugging the blanket down from her face, exposing the pink flush that bloomed across her cheeks. With soft fingers, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch feather-light.

His eyes dropped to the oversized shirt she wore-his shirt-slipping off one slender shoulder. He ran his thumb along the bare skin there, just a slow trace.

"Pretty," he murmured. "My shirt looks better on you."

She whimpered softly, burying her face in her hands again.

But Taehyung only smiled, leaning in and kissing the spot just beneath her ear, where her pulse fluttered like wings beneath his lips.

"You'll have to wear it more often," he whispered. "Because I don't think I'll recover from this sight."

Jungkook let out a muffled noise, still hiding behind her palms, her cheeks flushed a furious pink.

"Stop saying things like that..."

Taehyung only chuckled, low and rich, the sound wrapping around her like silk. He nudged her hands away with his nose, gently prying them from her face.

Jungkook squirmed, trying to turn her face away, but Taehyung caught her chin between his fingers and tilted her toward him again-gently, insistently, like she was the only thing in the world he wanted to look at.

"You know what else is the truth?" he asked, voice dipping.

She barely managed a soft "What?" before he leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her cheek-then another to her jaw, and then lower, brushing his lips along the sensitive skin of her throat.

"That you make even my shirt jealous," he murmured against her collarbone. "Because it gets to touch you when I can't."

Jungkook gasped, swatting at his shoulder weakly, her entire body curling inward like she could disappear into herself. "Mr Kim!"

"What?" he asked, feigning innocence, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief. "You don't like it when I admire my wife?"

"You don't admire," Jungkook huffed, voice barely above a whisper, "you... you torment."

"Mm." His hand smoothed over her back in lazy strokes, tracing up her spine through the soft cotton. "Only because your reactions are too precious. Look at you... all red and squirmy." His tone softened, fingers playing with the ends of her hair now.

"You're not used to being adored, are you?"

That stilled Jungkook.

Her lips parted slightly, her brows drawing together in the faintest frown. She looked down, fingers fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

Taehyung's teasing faded. He cupped her cheek gently, guiding her gaze back to his, voice tender.

"You should get used to it," he said softly. "Because I'm going to spend every single day reminding you how adored you are."

Jungkook blinked slowly, lashes trembling as if trying to hold back the emotion threatening to spill over. Her eyes shimmered with unshed warmth, and Taehyung felt something deep in his chest twist-an ache born of how deeply she moved him without even trying.

A quiet beat passed between them.

"Come here," he whispered, his voice like the brush of velvet in the stillness. He reached for her, his thumb brushing gently over the soft skin of her inner wrist-slow, coaxing, tender.

Jungkook hesitated for only a moment before inching closer, like a tide drawn toward gravity. Taehyung met her halfway, his fingers reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He let his fingertips graze the curve of her cheek, memorizing the texture of her warmth, the softness he'd come to crave.

His eyes swept over her face with the kind of reverence reserved for things too fragile to be held and too beautiful to look away from.

The sleep-heavy daze still lingering in her eyes. The pink dusting her cheeks. The way her lips parted slightly, caught between a breath and a confession.

"So beautiful," he murmured, more breath than sound, like the words had slipped from his soul before his mind could stop them.

Jungkook's breath hitched, her lashes fluttering like wings caught in the wind. Her eyes dropped, flustered, but she didn't move away.

Taehyung looked at her like she held his whole world between her trembling hands.

"A beauty worth dying for," he murmured, each word pressing into the hush between them like a vow carved into stone.

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat. She moved before she could think-lifting her hand and placing it gently against his mouth, the heel of her palm brushing his jaw, her fingertips trembling as they rested over his lips.

"Don't," she whispered, barely audible.

The touch was featherlight, but the look in her eyes held weight, dark and glassy with emotion, wide as if trying to memorize every inch of him.

Taehyung stilled, startled by the intensity in her gaze, his lashes fluttering as his breath warmed her skin.

"Don't say things like that."

Jungkook's voice trembled, soft as the sigh of a morning breeze. The corners of her mouth tugged downward, a faint pout forming that he longed to kiss away. But he didn't move. He didn't tease her.

He just looked, at the pain she was trying to hide, at the tenderness she was too shy to name.

His hand reached up slowly, curling around her wrist. He didn't pull her hand away. He only held it there, against his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You're here," she whispered again, more to herself this time. "I'm here."

Her voice cracked around the truth, and it was that broken edge-the way she looked at him like she was scared to lose something she hadn't even fully claimed yet-that undid him.

Gently, he turned his head, lips brushing over her palm. He kissed her there-once, then again-lingering in the center like her touch was something holy.

"I know," he murmured, his voice rough now, pulled from somewhere deeper. "But if I ever had to go... I'd want you to be the last thing I see."

Jungkook's chest constricted. Her hand fell slowly from his lips, resting against his collarbone like she was afraid he'd disappear beneath her touch.

Her gaze dropped, lashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks as she bowed her head, trying to hide the glassiness welling in her eyes.

"Taehyung."

His name fell from her mouth in quiet reprimand, but there was no real anger in it, only something fragile, something desperate.

Something afraid.

"You're the worst," Jungkook muttered suddenly, voice a little too quick, a little too thick. "Saying things like that... like it's romantic or something. It's not! You can't-"

Her words stuttered, a shaky breath escaping her. Her fingers curled instinctively into his chest, clutching the warmth of his skin like it might slip away. "You can't just talk about dying like that when we just-"

The wife paused, her lips pressing together, the heat blooming fast and uncontrollable across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

Taehyung tilted his head, eyes narrowing with amusement, but something gentler settled behind it-a quiet attentiveness.

"When you just what?"

Jungkook's lips parted like she might answer, but then-immediately-she shook her head and ducked into his chest, hiding in the crook of his neck. Her nose brushed over his collarbone, her breath a warm shiver against his skin. Her pout pressed against him, barely visible, but deeply felt.

She didn't speak, but the silence was a sulky kind of scream.

He chuckled. His fingers threaded through the tangled strands of her hair, smoothing them back from her face, only to tilt her head slightly so he could see the flush blooming across her cheeks.

"Are you pouting?" he teased, voice soft as silk.

"No," she mumbled into his skin, a heartbeat of stubbornness in her tone.

"Oh?" His grin widened. "You are. Definitely are."

"So what if I am?"

Taehyung clicked his tongue in mock disapproval, his fingers drifting down to gently pinch her cheek.

"Aish... what do I even do with my smol sulking wifey, huh?"

Jungkook swatted at his hand but didn't pull away entirely, cheeks puffing up with frustration.

"You stop saying stupid things like that. That's what you do."

His smile faded a little at the corners, replaced by something more tender. He brushed his thumb over the skin of her wrist, where her pulse still fluttered, a quiet reassurance in every slow stroke.

"Okay, okay," he said softly. "I won't talk about dying."

"Ever," Jungkook added firmly, voice wobbling just slightly at the end. Her brows drew together, the corners of her mouth pulling down as her eyes grew impossibly wide.

"Not even as a joke, not even when you're teasing. I don't like it. It makes my soul hurt. It makes me think things I don't want to think and it-" She stopped herself, biting her lip, eyes glistening with emotion.

"Just... don't."

Taehyung nodded once, his hand rising to cup the side of her face gently. His thumb swept over the curve of her cheekbone as if soothing the tremble beneath her skin.

"Ever," he repeated, his voice as serious as she needed it to be.

Jungkook stared at him, her frown slowly softening, her hand still clutched near his heart. Then she gave a small nod, finally satisfied.

"Good boy," she whispered, quieter now. Almost to herself.

Taehyung leaned in, brushing his lips across her forehead, a kiss that held no teasing, only a silent promise.

Taehyung lingered after kissing her forehead, letting his lips rest there for a beat longer than necessary, as if sealing her worries away. His hand moved to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading slowly through her soft hair, stroking with a tenderness so achingly gentle it made her heart ache more.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

The morning light seeped lazily through the sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across the bed.

Outside, a few birds chirped somewhere in the distance, their song a soft background music to the hush between them.

Jungkook blinked up at him sleepily, her lashes fluttering like petals heavy with morning dew.

"When are we going home?" she murmured, her voice soft and muffled, still caught between sleep and wakefulness.

Taehyung brushed his fingers through her hair, letting the strands fall between them like silk.

"A week later,"

Her eyes opened a little wider, drowsiness chased away by surprise. "A week?" she repeated, lifting her head from his chest just enough to meet his gaze. "That long?"

He smiled at the way her brows knitted together, her nose scrunching in confusion.

"Mm-hm," he hummed, tucking a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. "Seven days. Just us."

"But... Mr Kim," Jungkook frowned, voice small and sweet. "That's too long. What about work? Office? Family?"

His eyes crinkled at the corners with a soft laugh, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. "That's exactly why I planned it," he said gently. "Because life keeps pulling us apart. And I want, just for once, for time to belong to us."

Jungkook's lips parted, a quiet breath escaping as her heart stuttered in her chest.

"No emails. No reports. No schedules or phone calls," he whispered, cupping her cheek with both hands now, like he was holding something precious.

"Just you, me, slow mornings, sleepy hugs, long walks... whatever we want."

Jungkook blinked up at him, stars blooming quietly in her gaze. The thought of a whole week wrapped in his presence, of lazy days and quiet evenings, of laughter and tangled limbs in sunlight, it was overwhelming in the softest, most beautiful way.

"That sounds unreal..." she whispered, the corners of her lips twitching into the beginnings of a shy smile.

"Like a dream I don't want to wake up from."

Taehyung kissed her forehead, lingering there, breathing her in. "Then let's stay in it. Let's make the whole week our dream."

Jungkook giggled softly, the sound was sleepy and full of warmth. She nuzzled into his chest again, arms winding around his waist as she sighed in contentment. "You really planned this just for us?"

"For you," he corrected, his voice hushed as he pulled the blanket higher over her shoulder.

"Because you deserve to be loved without interruptions. And I-" he paused, placing another kiss on her temple, "deserve to love you with my whole self, not just the parts time allows."

Jungkook's cheeks warmed, and she hid her smile against his skin. "You're going to make me cry again."

Taehyung chuckled, holding her close. "No crying. Just sleepy cuddles. And breakfast in bed. And maybe a nap right after."

She laughed, eyes sparkling now. "And kisses?"

"Endless," he promised.

Jungkook nuzzled deeper into Taehyung's chest, her excitement bubbling up as she thought about what he had said to his family and office.

"I even told Grandma," Taehyung said offhandedly, tracing idle patterns on Jungkook's arm with his fingers, "that it was important we have time alone. You know... so we can give her a great-grandchild."

Jungkook's entire body stilled. Then, in the next second, her face lit up with a deep, blooming blush that rushed from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. With a strangled sound of embarrassment, she shoved her face deeper into his chest, curling up like a startled kitten.

"You what?" she mumbled, her voice muffled against the soft fabric of the blanket between them. "You really said that?"

Her voice was so small, so stunned, it made Taehyung chuckle. His arm wrapped more securely around her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head as he replied, "Mhm. I was very convincing too. Told her this retreat was... necessary."

Jungkook smacked his chest lightly, too flustered to be truly angry. "You're so shameless."

Taehyung smirked, clearly enjoying every second of her reaction. "I'm just being honest. I mean, if we're going to spend a week like this, tucked away from the world... might as well make it meaningful, right?"

She peeked up at him from beneath the curtain of her hair, her cheeks still bright and pink. Her lips parted slightly, uncertain whether she wanted to argue or hide again.

"You're being too direct," she whispered, shyly. "I didn't think you'd be talking about... babies."

His hand came up to gently tuck her hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing over the curve of her warm cheek.

"Why not?" he said softly. "You're my wife. Of course I think about our future. Our home. Our little ones running around the house, making messes and calling you Mama with sticky fingers."

Her breath hitched at the image, and Jungkook had to look away before her heart burst out of her chest.

"And don't act so innocent," Taehyung added with a cheeky glint in his eye, "Wasn't it you who said you wanted a big proposal so we could tell our kids a fairytale version of how I swept you off your feet?"

Jungkook whined again, this time tugging the blanket over her head with a squeak of protest. "That was just a silly fantasy! I didn't mean for you to bring it up now!"

"But it was cute," Taehyung continued, trying (and failing) to suppress his grin as he tugged the blanket down just enough to see her red, pouting face.

"And yes. I remember it all. And I plan to give you every single part of that dream."

Jungkook peeked out again, blinking up at him, heart stuttering in her chest. She couldn't speak, not right away. She just lay there, watching the man who once seemed too far from reach hold her like she was his whole world.

He reached down and took her hand, bringing it to his lips, brushing a kiss over her knuckles.

"I want to give you stories," he said quietly, his thumb stroking over her ring. "Silly ones. Soft ones. Beautiful ones. Ones we'll tell our kids when they're curled up in our bed on rainy nights."

Jungkook swallowed thickly, her chest so full it ached. She leaned forward then, resting her forehead against his, her voice barely a whisper.

"You already gave me the best one."

They stayed like that for a long moment-bodies close, hearts pressed together, wrapped in early morning and the soft hum of forever.

Jungkook couldn't help the way her lips curled into a smile, small, shy, and entirely involuntary as she rested her head on Taehyung's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"You make everything sound like a fairytale," she whispered.

He smiled, his hand resting protectively over her back. "That's because it is. You're my fairytale. And I want to remember every word."

Jungkook wasn't sure what to say, her heart full of a million things she wanted to tell him but couldn't quite find the right words for.

Instead, she just leaned into him, her hands gently resting against his chest.

His embrace made her feel weightless.

Taehyung shifted slightly, adjusting their tangled limbs to tuck her in even closer.

"Sleep, love," he murmured, his voice deep and drowsy, thick with affection.

Jungkook hummed softly, her lips ghosting over his collarbone in a barely-there kiss before she let her eyes flutter shut.

Safe. Loved. Home.

That was what it felt like in his arms.

With a final, whispered breath of his name, Jungkook drifted off, her dreams laced with the warmth of him, of them, of forever.

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Time skip

Evening

The evening air was soft and warm, the golden hues of the sunset filtering through the kitchen window as a delicious aroma slowly filled the space.

Taehyung stood by the stove, dressed in a grey shirt and loose pants, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he skillfully chopped vegetables. He looked effortlessly handsome, the dim light accentuating his sharp features.

Meanwhile, Jungkook lounged on the kitchen slab like a spoiled kitten, her legs lazily swinging as she watched her husband work. The soreness from earlier had mostly subsided, leaving only a faint ache, but she barely paid it any mind. She was far too busy admiring the sight before her.

Wrapped up in Taehyung's blue shirt, Jungkook looked small and delicate, the fabric nearly swallowing her petite frame. The sleeves hung past her hands, making her appear even daintier as she fiddled with the hem absentmindedly.

The musky scent of her husband clung to the fabric, making her feel comforted and safe.

Every now and then, she'd tuck her nose into the collar, taking in the comforting scent of him.

"Are you just going to sit there looking pretty or are you actually going to help?" Taehyung asked, glancing at her as he placed a pot on the stove.

Jungkook gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest.

"Excuse me? Help? Mr. Kim, I am a delicate flower. You expect me to work after the day I've had?" She fluttered her lashes at him, feigning offense.

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for the spice rack. "A delicate flower, huh? That delicate flower sure has a lot of attitude."

"I'm your wife. I deserve to be pampered," Jungkook declared proudly, hugging herself as she leaned against the cabinet.

"Now, come here and give me attention."

Taehyung raised a brow. "You're literally demanding attention while I'm cooking for you."

"Yes, and?" Jungkook tilted her head sassily. "I'm hungry, I'm sore and I'm pretty. You should be giving me all the attention."

Taehyung sighed playfully, stepping closer and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "There. Happy now?"

Jungkook huffed, scrunching her nose. "Hmm. I suppose that'll do for now."

Taehyung chuckled softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek where his lips had just pressed. "For now, huh? That's a pretty low bar you're setting, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook grinned, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "You should know by now that I never make things easy." She paused, her smile growing even more playful.

Taehyung chuckled under his breath, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he turned back to the stove. He carefully heated some oil in the pan, the sizzling sound of garlic filling the air, and then added the vegetables, stirring them gently with a wooden spoon.

The kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of the food.

Jungkook watched him with a curious gaze, her chin resting in her hands. "Do you even know what you're making?" she asked, peering over at the ingredients laid out.

Taehyung flashed a confident grin. "Of course. I'm making your favorite soup, stir-fried veggies, and rice. The perfect dinner."

Jungkook's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as she rested her chin in her hand. "Mmm, good husband."

"Naturally," Taehyung replied, his smirk widening as he sassily flicked a strand of hair out of his face. "Now sit tight and let me work my magic."

Jungkook hummed, a little content sigh escaping her lips. But, of course, she couldn't stay quiet for long.

"So... what if I don't want soup tonight?" she teased, her voice playful as she watched him scoop some broth into a bowl to taste.

Taehyung turned and raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what she was doing. He took a slow sip of the broth before looking at her.

"Then, my spoiled wife would just have to starve."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, clutching her chest with one hand like she was wounded.

"Oh, the tragedy! The cruelty of my own husband denying me a meal of my choice! Is this what marriage has come to?"

Taehyung snorted, shaking his head as he stirred the soup, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You're so dramatic."

"I am not!" Jungkook huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, a teasing frown on her lips. "I'm a delicate, fragile wife who deserves to be adored at all times."

With a flourish, she fluttered her lashes at him, tilting her head dramatically like a character straight out of a romance novel.

"A true gentleman would say, 'Oh, my beloved wife, your happiness is my only mission! Tell me, what does your heart desire for dinner?'"

Taehyung turned off the stove with a lazy smile and leaned against the counter, his arms crossing as he shot her a playful smirk. "And what would my beloved wife like to eat?"

Jungkook pouted, her bottom lip jutting out. "It doesn't count if you say it like that! You have to look at me with love, sweep me into your arms, and—"

Before she could finish, Taehyung acted quickly, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around her waist.

With one effortless motion, he lifted her off the kitchen counter, causing her to squeal in surprise. Jungkook instinctively placed her hands on his shoulders, feeling his body as he held her close.

Jungkook blinked, her eyes wide as she gazed up at him. "W-Wait, what are you doing?"

Taehyung smiled down at her, his voice soft and teasing. "I believe this is the part where I look at you with love, sweep you into my arms, and carry you off for your dinner of choice."

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh, her heart fluttering in her chest.

"My love," he murmured, voice deep and dramatic as he gazed into her wide eyes.

"What does your precious heart desire for dinner? For you, I would conquer the kitchen, bend the flames to my will, and create the finest feast known to mankind."

Jungkook's mouth parted slightly, her cheeks heating at how effortlessly he played along. "O-oh..." She blinked up at him, momentarily dazed before she suddenly remembered to play her part.

Lifting a hand to his cheek, she sighed dreamily.

"My darling husband, your devotion moves me to tears! All I ask for is something warm and comforting, made with the love you hold for me."

Taehyung chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before setting her down gently. "Alright, princess, something warm and comforting it is."

Jungkook's cheeks warmed at the affectionate name, her fingers instinctively reaching for the oversized sleeves of Taehyung's shirt. She fiddled with the fabric, twisting it between her dainty fingers as she stole shy glances at her husband.

Taehyung didn't miss her reaction. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he diced some vegetables.

"You like that, huh?" he mused, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

Jungkook's blush deepened, and she quickly shook her head. "N-no!" she denied, though the way she buried half her face in the collar of his shirt said otherwise.

Taehyung chuckled, setting the knife down and wiping his hands before strolling over to her. He leaned in, caging her in by resting his hands on the counter on either side of her hips.

"Liar," he murmured, voice low and teasing.

Jungkook's breath hitched, her fingers still clutching the sleeves of his shirt as she shrank back slightly.

"I-I'm not lying," she mumbled, averting her gaze.

Taehyung tilted his head, watching her with amused affection. "So if I keep calling you princess, you won't get all shy and cute like this?"

Jungkook pursed her lips, looking anywhere but at him. "...I might not," she mumbled stubbornly.

Taehyung smirked and leaned in closer, his breath fanning against her heated skin. "Alright then, my princess, sit there prettily while I finish making dinner."

Jungkook's whole body tensed at the way he said it-low, sweet, and full of meaning. She let out a tiny, flustered squeak and covered her face with her oversized sleeves.

Taehyung laughed, shaking his head before placing a soft kiss atop her head.

"Too easy," he murmured fondly, before walking back to the stove, leaving Jungkook to sit there, still hiding in his shirt, her heart racing like crazy.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them clear, but all of them centered around him.

Jungkook obediently sat back, watching as he moved from one pot to another. He cooked effortlessly, the way he handled the ingredients showing just how used he was to taking care of her.

He plated the side dish, adjusted the seasonings, and even set out one bowl on the dining table.

Taehyung placed the last dish on the table, Jungkook stretched out her arms, looking up at him with expectant eyes.

"Carry me," Jungkook demanded, lips jutting out in a small pout.

Taehyung let out a deep sigh, already knowing there was no escaping her antics. Instead of arguing, he simply walked over and scooped her up with ease, earning a delighted squeal from his spoiled little wife.

Jungkook wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling into him as he carried her to the dining table.

"You're so strong," she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. "And warm."

Taehyung chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through his chest. "You're so needy," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.

"And you love it," she giggled.

Taehyung huffed but didn't deny it. Instead of placing her down on her chair, he sat down first and effortlessly pulled her onto his lap, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her in place.

Jungkook blinked, momentarily surprised. "I thought you were going to put me on the chair..."

"Nope." Taehyung grabbed the spoon and dipped it into the soup, blowing on it gently before bringing it to her lips. "Open up."

Jungkook's cheeks warmed at the gesture but she obediently parted her lips, letting him feed her. The moment the warm broth touched her tongue, her eyes fluttered shut.

"Mmm! So good!" she moaned happily, snuggling closer to him.

Taehyung smirked, satisfied with her reaction. "Told you I knew what you'd want."

Jungkook hummed, chewing the bit of vegetable he had scooped for her.

"I married the best man in the world," she mumbled between bites.

Taehyung shot her a playful glance. "Oh? Just now realizing that?"

Jungkook was happily munching on another spoonful, suddenly paused. Her eyes flickered over the table, and a realization hit her-there was only one of everything.

One bowl, one plate, one spoon, and even just a single glass of water.

She blinked, then tilted her head up to Taehyung. "Wait... why is there only one set?" she asked, confused.

Taehyung, nonchalantly taking a sip from the same spoon he had just fed her with, glanced at her with a lazy smile.

"Because eating from the same place increases love," he stated simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Jungkook's lips parted, her heart doing a little somersault. "Increases... love?" she repeated, her voice turning a little softer.

Taehyung nodded, reaching for another bite of food before bringing it to her lips again. "Mhmm. Makes us closer. More connected." He smirked, watching as she hesitated before accepting the bite.

Jungkook chewed slowly, her cheeks warming as she let his words sink in. There was something so intimate about it-sharing food, drinking from the same glass, using the same spoon. It made her feel inexplicably warm inside, as if they weren't just husband and wife in name but truly one.

"You're so cheesy," she muttered, but her voice lacked any real bite.

Taehyung only chuckled, lifting the glass to her lips. "Drink, princess," he coaxed.

Jungkook obediently took a sip, her fingers brushing over his as he held the glass. Her gaze softened as she whispered, "Then... let's always eat like this."

Taehyung stilled for a second before his lips curled into a soft smile. "Always," he promised, before leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.

After a few more bites, she turned in his lap and picked up a spoon. "My turn!" she declared, scooping some rice and bringing it to his lips.

Taehyung raised a brow, amused by her sudden enthusiasm.

"Come on, open up." Jungkook said, wiggling the spoon in front of him.

Taehyung sighed but leaned in, letting her feed him. As soon as he took a bite, Jungkook beamed proudly. "See? I can take care of you too."

Taehyung swallowed and smirked. "Mmm. Not bad. But I prefer pampering you instead."

Jungkook pouted. "You just like making me flustered."

He chuckled, tightening his grip around her waist. "That too."

Jungkook huffed but leaned into his chest, letting him continue feeding her. Between the warmth of his arms and the delicious food, she couldn't remember the last time she felt so content.

"Taehyung?" she mumbled sleepily after finishing another bite.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Taehyung's movements stilled for a second before a soft smile curled on his lips. He kissed the side of her head, his voice gentle as he whispered, "Love you more."

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How was the chapter?

Now, pookies it your time to shine.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim are alone in the Jeon manor for one whole week.

Seven dreamy days.

No interruptions. No nosy family. Just them.

And that means we are NOT about to waste this golden opportunity on just sleepy cuddles and lazy mornings.

Comment down the scene YOU want to see happen between them.

Don’t be shy.

Be dramatic. Be horny but poetic.

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