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The golden morning light filtered through the sheer curtains in the grand bedroom.

Taehyung sat comfortably on the edge of their bed, one long leg bent as he leaned against the headboard, absently scrolling through his phone. His beige shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of his collarbone, the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows. His sharp features were relaxed, his fingers lazily swiping through unread emails and a ridiculous amount of spam promotions-most of which he barely glanced at.

"Congratulations! You've won a luxury cruise-"

He scoffed, deleting the email instantly.

Another one-"Exclusive offer on protein powders!"

Taehyung sighed, tossing his phone onto the side table with an exasperated chuckle. "So many useless things..." he muttered to himself, stretching his arms with a deep yawn.

His gaze flickered toward the bathroom door, where soft splashes of water could be heard. His wife was still enjoying her beauty bath, completely unaware of how long she was making him wait.

The bedroom was already set-breakfast prepared just the way Jungkook liked.

A platter of delicate sandwiches, fresh-cut fruit, fluffy coffee cake, and their usual morning coffee sat perfectly arranged on the table near the window.

Yet, the most important element of the morning was missing-his adorable, pampered wife.

Taehyung glanced at the clock and shook his head with a knowing sigh.

"Five more minutes, huh?" he murmured to himself, recalling how Jungkook had called out the same excuse nearly twenty minutes ago.

With a slow sigh, he stood up, walking toward the bathroom door. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest as he knocked lightly.

"Mrs. Kim," he called, "are you planning to stay in there forever?"

Inside the grand bathroom, the air was filled with the scent of lavender and vanilla. The enormous marble bathtub was carved with golden details.

It cradled Jungkook in a luxurious embrace, the water glistening with golden shimmers from the bath oils. Soft candlelight were perched on the countertops, giving off a dreamy glow over the bathroom, making the entire scene look like something out of a royal era.

Jungkook lay against the smooth edge of the tub, her head tilted back, dark lashes fluttering against flushed skin. Her damp hair clung in delicate strands to her shoulders, the ends floating lazily in the water. Tiny pearls of moisture trailed down the column of her neck, vanishing into the white cloth Jungkook had wrapped around her upper body.

The tub itself was an indulgence-large enough to fit two, though she selfishly occupied it alone this morning. Floating petals of white roses drifted along the surface.

A satisfied sigh left her lips as she stretched slightly, her bare legs peeking through the water. She could feel the comforting warmth seep into her muscles, the tension from last night melting away.

The entire scene was something out of a painting-like a goddess indulging in her morning ritual.

But her peaceful moment was interrupted by the unmistakable knock against the doorframe.

"Mrs. Kim, are you planning to stay in there forever?"

Jungkook pouted slightly, her peaceful solitude disrupted by the deep, velvety voice of her husband. The water sloshed gently as she shifted, her fingers idly tracing over the surface while she remained comfortably leaned against the edge of the grand tub.

"Coming in a minute~" Jungkook sang, her voice deliberately slow, knowing well that her husband's patience was already wearing thin.

Outside the door, Taehyung let out an amused sigh, though she could practically hear the impatience laced in it.

"You said that twenty minutes ago, love."

Jungkook smiled to herself, leaning forward slightly. Her fingers dance along the water before cupping a handful and letting it slip between her fingers, her lips curling as she dragged the moment.

"Well," she mused, "I didn't expect it to feel this good."

A low hum rumbled from the other side of the door. "Oh? That good?"

"Mhmm," Jungkook purred, tilting her head back, exposing the column of her throat to the warmth.

"The water's so warm, so soft..." She let out an exaggerated sigh. "It's relaxing every inch of me."

"Then I suppose I'll have to come in and drag you out myself," he mused casually.

Jungkook grinned at his impatience, biting her lower lip to suppress the giggle threatening to spill.

"Mmm, is that a threat or a promise, Mr. Kim?" she mused, her voice soft, knowing it would get under his skin.

Taehyung sighed on the other side of the door, rubbing his temple. "Jungkook."

The way he said her name-low, almost like a warning-sent an amused shiver down her spine.

"I'm almost done," she said sweetly, running the water along the length of her arm, watching droplets slide off her glistening skin.

"You can wait a little longer, can't you, Mr Kim?"

A dry chuckle sounded from the other side. "I've been waiting," he muttered. "You said 'one minute' twenty minutes ago"

Jungkook rolled her eyes playfully. "You make it sound like I'm committing a crime."

"Keeping me away from my wife this early in the morning? That should be illegal," Taehyung shot back smoothly.

"Well, if you arrest me," she said coyly, playing with petals, "I expect you to handle me gently, mister."

A pause. A deep inhale. Then-

"I'm opening the door."

A second later, the door handle turned with a slow click and there he was-just as Jungkook had envisioned.

Taehyung stepped inside with slow strides, his broad frame filling the intimate space of the steamy bathroom. The golden glow of candlelight cast soft shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the unbuttoned collar of his beige shirt and the rolled-up sleeves that exposed his veined forearms.

The moment Taehyung stepped inside, he froze.

A sharp breath hitched in his throat, his fingers tightening around the door handle.

Jungkook was a vision-something out of an artist's most feverish dreams.

Jungkook sat there like a dream made of candlelight and steam, her damp skin glistening like the finest satin. Steam curled around her, adding a veil of mystery, as if she were some forbidden enchantress rising from the depths, meant only for him.

Droplets glistened on her skin, trailing languidly down the delicate curve of her neck before disappearing beneath the water. They clung to her like the stars clung to the night sky-shimmering, tempting, utterly sinful.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, dark eyes drinking in the vision before him.

A single drop of water slid from her temple, rolling over the curve of her cheekbone before lingering at the corner of her lips-rosy, plump, and slightly parted as if she had just sighed his name.

But it was her eyes that captured him the most-those large orbs that held an unreadable emotion, flickering between innocence and something far more sinful. They were deep, dark pools, a bottomless abyss that threatened to pull him under without mercy.

A siren. That was the only explanation.

A siren who had lured him in effortlessly-without a single touch.

And Taehyung was only a man.

A man who had already been caught in her spell.

Jungkook swallowed, fingers tightening around the porcelain edge of the tub as a strange heat coiled low in her stomach.

Taehyung was too much.

Too much with his intense gaze, too much with his slow movements, too much with the way his broad frame seemed to fill the dimly lit space, trapping the air between them, making it thick-charged.

Jungkook had wanted him here, had craved his presence but now that he was standing before her, sleeves still rolled up, shirt deliciously wrinkled from the day's wear, she felt something stir deep in her chest.

She had thrown the trap, and her husband had walked right into it. But why did she suddenly feel like she was the one caught?

Taehyung exhaled slowly, shaking his head with a soft chuckle as he stepped further into the lavish bathroom.

"You really are spoiled, aren't you?" His voice was like velvet, smooth yet teasing, carrying a warmth that made her toes curl beneath the water.

Jungkook's lower lip jutted out in the tiniest pout as she sank just a little deeper into the bath, the warm water licking at her bare shoulders. Her damp lashes fluttered, her voice no louder than a murmur.

"It's your fault," she accused, tilting her chin ever so slightly, as if daring him to disagree. "You made me like this."

Taehyung arched a brow. He rolled his sleeves up further, exposing the golden skin of his forearms, the veins beneath standing in sharp contrast.

"Did I?"

Jungkook swallowed, her fingers tracing aimless patterns over the water's surface, pretending to be absorbed in them. She turned her face away, the candlelight catching the delicate curve of her flushed cheek.

She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing just how deeply she was affected.

Taehyung's gaze darkened as he took in the faint bruises blooming across Jungkook's pale skin. A smirk ghosted over his lips, satisfaction simmering in his chest at the sight of his handiwork-evidence that she was his.

His fingers twitched with the urge to touch, to trace over each mark and watch her shiver beneath his fingertips.

Taehyung slowly crouched down to her level, his forearms resting on his knees, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of her bare skin. He reached out, brushing his thumb over the faint bruise decorating the curve of her neck.

"These," he mused, voice like silk, "look beautiful on you."

Jungkook swallowed, heat creeping up her neck, pooling low in her stomach at the sheer possessiveness laced in his words.

Taehyung hummed, his thumb pressing lightly against a particularly dark bruise near her collarbone.

"Does it ache?" he asked, voice deceptively soft, but there was something dangerous beneath it, something knowing.

Jungkook bit her lip. "A little,"

Taehyung's smirk deepened. "Good," he murmured. "I like knowing you'll feel me long after I've touched you."

Her breath hitched, and he caught it, saw the way her thighs subtly pressed together under the water.

He chuckled, pleased.

Jungkook's lashes fluttered as she glanced up at him, her heart hammering against her ribs. But then, just as quickly, a flicker of mischief danced in her eyes. Before she could think twice, she cupped her hands together, gathering the warm bathwater and with a soft giggle, she flicked it toward him.

A single droplet landed on his cheek.

Taehyung stilled.

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat but her lips curled, barely holding back a giggle as she peered at him through damp lashes. "Oops?"

The word hung in the air, teasing, daring.

Taehyung exhaled through his nose, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he tilted his head slightly, his gaze locking onto hers.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifted a hand to his collar and flicked open the first button of his shirt.

Jungkook's breath hitched.

The second button.

The third.

The slow movement made her toes curl beneath the water.

"W-Wait," Jungkook stammered, instinctively sinking lower into the bath, her fingers gripping the rim of the tub as warmth crept up her neck. But her wide, round eyes betrayed something else-something that made his smirk deepen.

Taehyung ignored her weak protest, slipping the shirt off his shoulders. The fabric slid down his arms, revealing sculpted muscle, the sharp collarbones, the broad expanse of his chest. The golden morning light filtering through the curtains kissed his skin, highlighting every ridge and dip.

Jungkook's fingers twitched against the porcelain edge.

Her heart pounded.

"Wait?" Taehyung echoed, his voice laced with dark amusement as he rolled his sleeves down his forearms before letting the shirt fall to the floor. "Now you want to wait?"

Jungkook parted her lips, but no sound came out.

Taehyung reached for his watch, unfastening the leather strap and setting it aside with a quiet clink. Then, he ran a hand through his dark locks, pushing them back, exposing his forehead, the sharp angles of his face catching in the flickering candlelight.

The corner of his lips curled. His hand came down, resting on the edge of the tub. Close. Too close.

The heat of his presence seeped into her skin even without touch, and she had the sudden, overwhelming realization that she had invited the wolf into the den-

And the wolf had accepted.

Taehyung lifted a hand, his fingers brushing against the damp strands of hair clinging to her neck, his touch featherlight yet electrifying.

"You called me in here, didn't you?" he murmured, voice smooth as honey, deep as thunder. "Yet now you act all shy. Did you change your mind, wifey?"

Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath, her stomach twisting at the way he called her that-wifey. It wasn't fair how he could switch from teasing to utterly devastating in mere seconds.

She stubbornly tilted her chin up. "I didn't change my mind."

Taehyung smirked, thumb tracing along the slope of her shoulder. "Then why do you look like you're about to bolt?"

Jungkook's breath caught. Her lips parted slightly, her fingers twitching against the water's surface.

She hated how well he could read her.

She hated how easily he turned the tables on her, rendering her a flustered mess with nothing but his voice, his presence And that damn smirk.

"Tch." Jungkook clicked her tongue, forcing herself to roll her eyes as if unaffected. "You're full of yourself."

Taehyung grinned, resting both hands against the tub now, fingers splaying against the porcelain rim.

"And yet," he mused, dipping his head slightly, "you're the one turning red, my love."

Jungkook inhaled sharply. She was trapped.

She could feel it-the warmth curling low in her stomach, the fluttering nervousness mixing with something deeper, something she didn't dare name.

Taehyung's fingers flexed against the edge of the tub. His gaze darkened.

And suddenly, Jungkook barely had a second to react.

One moment, Taehyung was standing at the edge of the tub, towering over her with that unreadable smirk. The next, there was the rustle of fabric, the soft clink of his belt unfastening-then the unmistakable sound of him stepping in.

The water sloshed violently as his weight shifted, and before Jungkook could even think to protest, strong arms bracketed her in, caging her between the smooth porcelain and the sheer presence of him.

Jungkook gasped, her breath catching in her throat as warmth engulfed her. Her wide eyes snapped up, finding his gaze already locked onto hers.

He wasn't bare. Not completely. But the thin fabric of his slacks was darkened by the water, clinging sinfully to his legs in a way that left very, very little to the imagination.

And worse-he knew it.

Taehyung's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, amusement dancing in his dark eyes as he leaned in closer. "Disappointed, Mrs. Kim?"

Jungkook's face burned. "N-No!" she spluttered, pressing herself further against the edge of the tub.

He chuckled, the sound deep, rich, and terribly indulgent. "You're blushing," he murmured, tilting his head as if studying her. "Is it because you were expecting me to be..." He let the word linger, smirking when Jungkook let out a tiny, mortified squeak.

"I wasn't!" Jungkook lied-badly.

Taehyung hummed, unconvinced. "Really?"

Jungkook clenched her fists under the water, scowling. "Why are you in here? I called you to help, not to-"

"Not to?" he echoed smoothly, arching a brow.

Jungkook shut her mouth. Nope. Not finishing that sentence.

Jungkook felt her breath hitch, her entire body going taut as Taehyung's presence overwhelmed her senses.

The heat of the water was nothing compared to the heat of him-towering, surrounding, suffocating in the most intoxicating way. She was utterly trapped between the porcelain of the tub and the sheer masculinity of her husband.

Because only now, as the water settled, as the realization dawned-did she truly comprehend what had just happened.

Jungkook wasn't completely bare.

A thin white cloth clung to her, soaked through, leaving very little to the imagination. It draped over her pillowy chest and trailed down to her thighs, but the water had made it nearly translucent, molding against every dip and swell of her body.

Taehyung's gaze darkened.

Jungkook saw it, felt it-the exact moment his teasing amusement shifted into something far more dangerous.

Panic flared in Jungkook's chest.

Not the kind that made her want to bolt, no, this was different. This was the kind that made her body betray her, made her breath turn shallow, made her toes curl against the tub's smooth surface.

Her arms immediately folded over herself, fingers digging into her own skin as if that would somehow shield her from the scorching gaze Taehyung was levelling at her.

He hadn't even touched her. But the way his eyes swept over her made her feel as if he had.

"I-" Jungkook started, then promptly stopped, because what was she even supposed to say?

Taehyung leaned in slightly, his forearm resting on the edge of the tub beside her, his body close-too close. Close enough that she could see the water droplets clinging to his collarbones, could feel the heat radiating off of him even through the damp fabric of his slacks.

"Cat got your tongue?" he murmured, voice dipping into that low, teasing register that always sent shivers racing down her spine.

Jungkook swallowed hard. "You-"

Me? His eyes gleamed with unspoken mischief. Say it, wifey.

Jungkook pressed her lips into a tight line, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she did what she did best-she deflected.

Lifting her chin, she forced herself to look him in the eye. "If you think I'm embarrassed, you're wrong," she said, hating how breathy her voice sounded.

Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, tilting his head. "No?"

"No."

His gaze flickered downward, pointedly taking in the way her arms were crossed over her chest, the way she was practically molded against the edge of the tub as if it could somehow shield her.

Jungkook's face burned.

Liar, his smirk seemed to say.

But he didn't call her out on it. Instead, he reached up, lazily dragging a wet strand of hair away from her cheek, his fingers grazing her skin in the process.

Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath.

"Alright," Taehyung murmured, eyes dark and unreadable. "Then prove it."

Jungkook blinked. "W-What?"

"Move your hands."

Jungkook's entire body locked up. Her heart slammed against her ribs, her fingers tightening against her arms as panic flickered in her chest.

"I..." Jungkook's throat went dry.

Taehyung said nothing, merely watched her, waiting. Daring.

Slowly, hesitantly, Jungkook let her arms drop.

And the moment she did, the moment Taehyung's gaze dropped and darkened with something unreadable.

The fabric clung to her like a sinful thing-thin, damp, nearly translucent under the candlelight. Her plush chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, the delicate knot at its center barely keeping the cloth in place, teasing at the very edge of decency.

And Taehyung saw it all.

His gaze dragged over her like fire licking over silk. He didn't blink, didn't sway, as if afraid the moment would slip through his fingers like water. 

Jungkook noticed. A smirk ghosted the corner of her lips, her lashes fluttering as she tilted her head slightly, faking innocence.

"You're staring," she murmured, her voice a sweet, teasing hum.

Taehyung exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers gripping the porcelain edge of the tub as if grounding himself.

"Am I?" His voice came out rough, thick with something she shouldn't find so devastatingly attractive.

Jungkook hummed, her fingers moving, grazing her own collarbone before tracing the knot that held the fragile fabric in place.

Taehyung's gaze snapped to her hand instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing as she toyed with the knot, as if she could undo it at any second.

Jungkook's lips curled as she watched the effect she had on him-how his breathing had turned shallow, how the fire in his eyes darkened into something near feral.

It was intoxicating. Addictive.

Knowing that she, and only she, could unravel him like this.

"Like what you see, Mr. Kim?"

Jungkook's fingers brushing past the damp strands at the nape of Taehyung's neck, her fingertips grazing the heated skin beneath. He tensed, muscles coiling under her touch, but he didn't pull away.

Jungkook curled her fingers, gripping the thick strands, and tugged.

Taehyung obeyed.

A sharp inhale left his lips as he allowed himself to be drawn in, his body leaning closer. The space between them decreased until she felt his breath against her damp skin, his lips mere inches from where the candlelight kissed the swell of her chest.

Jungkook's heart thundered, but her grip in his hair tightened, tilting his head up ever so slightly-pulling him closer to the heaven she had unknowingly become.

Jungkook shifted slightly, letting the thin, soaked cloth cling even tighter to her curves. The movement was subtle, but Taehyung's gaze snapped downward, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

Ah. She had him.

Lazily, she traced her fingers down the back of his neck, nails grazing lightly, teasing, before dipping lower-down the damp column of his throat, over the tense muscles of his chest.

"You're so quiet," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "That's not like you, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung exhaled slowly, his jaw clenched so tightly it could've cracked. But he still didn't speak, still held himself back, his control wavering but not yet lost.

Jungkook bit her lip, pretending to contemplate something. Then, ever so slowly, she leaned in.

The movement brought their bodies flush together, her softness pressing against his solid frame. The heat of his skin burned through the damp fabric separating them, but she barely noticed-too focused on the way Taehyung stiffened, his hands twitching at his sides like he was seconds from grabbing her.

Still, he held back.

How frustrating.

Jungkook clicked her tongue in faux disappointment. "So composed," she murmured, her lips grazing the shell of his ear, "so in control."

Then, she let her fingers trail lower-over the ridges of his abdomen, past his waistband, barely brushing the wet fabric of his slacks.

Taehyung's breath hitched.

Jungkook smirked, her satisfaction purring through her veins.

"Tell me, husband," she whispered, fingers curling around the belt loops of his waistband, yanking him closer, "how much longer do you plan to pretend you're not burning for me?"

And that-

That was when Taehyung snapped.

The shift was sudden-so fast that Jungkook barely had time to process before her back met the cool tile of the bathroom wall.

A gasp left her lips as Taehyung's hands gripped her thighs, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he lifted her with ease, setting her down on the wide edge of the tub.

The contrast was jarring-the warmth of the bathwater dripping from her skin, the searing heat of Taehyung's palms against her thighs, and then the unforgiving chill of the tiled wall behind her.

The shift in their positions sent a heady rush through Jungkook's veins.

She was perched on the wide edge of the tub, her legs parted slightly, the damp cloth clinging to her skin in ways that made her feel bare-too bare under Taehyung's dark gaze.

And then there was him.

Kneeling.

The sight alone stole the breath from her lungs. Taehyung was at her feet, his large hands gripping her thighs, thumbs stroking the damp flesh as he watched her-studied her.

Jungkook's breath hitched as she shifted slightly, her fingers tightening against the porcelain edge for support.

Taehyung's hands moved lower, fingers gliding down the length of her thighs. His palms traced over the dip of her knees, then further down, until they reached the delicate curve of her calves. He gripped her ankles gently, thumbs brushing over the slick skin, and then without a word, he lifted one of her legs onto his left shoulder.

Jungkook gasped softly, his shoulder firm beneath the back of her ankle.

Taehyung tilted his head just slightly to press a kiss against the inside of her shin.

His lips dragged along the path upward, stopping to linger just beneath her knee. His breath fanned hot against her damp skin, and with every graze of his mouth, her stomach clenched tighter.

"Look at you now," he murmured, finally lifting his eyes to meet hers. His dark gaze burned. "So soft. So quiet."

Jungkook's breath hitched. Her mouth parted, but nothing came out.

"You're trembling," he noted with a faint smirk, his thumb now tracing lazy lines along her inner thigh.

"Should I stop?"

A sharp shake of her head. "No-no, don't," she gasped, the words tumbling out too fast.

Taehyung grinned. A soft thing that made her stomach twist tighter. He leaned in, his lips mere inches from the damp fabric stuck to her thick thighs.

His breath fanned over her overheated skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jungkook's thighs tensed instinctively, but Taehyung's grip only tightened, holding her in place, refusing to let her retreat.

"What's wrong, darling?" he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. "Shy?"

Jungkook's lips parted, a retort forming, but before she could speak, his hands slid higher, palms dragging against the slick skin of her thighs.

Her entire body tensed.

Taehyung hummed, tilting his head slightly as he watched her reaction.

"Strange," he mused. "You were teasing me just a moment ago. But now..."

His fingertips traced lazy patterns just above her knees, toying with the damp cloth barely covering her.

Jungkook swallowed hard, her pulse hammering against her ribs.

"Shut up," she muttered, her voice thinner than she would have liked.

Taehyung's smirk deepened.

"Make me."

Jungkook clenched her jaw, knowing she was losing this battle, losing herself to him.

And worse, he knew it too.

Taehyung planted his large hands on her thighs, fingers splayed wide as he began a torturous glide upward. His palms were warm, searing against her damp skin, igniting a path of heat that sent a shiver rippling up Jungkook's spine.

His hands smoothed upward, pushing the cloth further until it threatened to slip from where it barely clung to her hips.

Jungkook gasped, her breath stuttering. "Tae-"

"Shh." His voice was low, indulgent. "I'm busy."

He wasn't even touching her where she needed him most, but the anticipation, the unbearable heat pooling in her stomach, was enough to have her breath faltering.

And then, slowly, teasingly, Taehyung dipped his head, his lips grazing just above her knee.

Jungkook shuddered. Her hands flew to his hair, gripping, tugging-anything to keep herself grounded.

"You're gripping me so tight, sweetheart," he drawled, a teasing lilt to his voice. "Are you scared?"

Jungkook's heart pounded. Heat flooded her cheeks, but she refused to look away, refused to give him the satisfaction.

"Why would I be scared?" she murmured, tilting her head.

"You're the one on your knees for me, Mr. Kim."

A beat of silence.

Then, Taehyung chuckled, low and deep, his hands flexing against her thighs.

He leaned in slowly, the sound of his laughter brushing over her damp skin like a caress. His nose skimmed the inside of her thigh, lips following right after, placing a barely-there kiss that made her hips twitch.

"Mmm," he hummed against her skin, "cocky little wife tonight, aren't you?"

Jungkook's fingers fisted tighter in his hair, the strands soft between her knuckles. She felt powerful, perched above him like this but it was dangerous too.

Taehyung was never one to stay teased for long.

The damp cloth clung stubbornly to her skin, translucent where the water had seeped through, veiling yet revealing in a way that felt almost sinful.

And then, as if the universe itself conspired against his restraint, the fabric shifted-just enough to tease what lay beneath.

A glimmer of gold peeked through.

Taehyung stilled.

The butterfly waist chain rested against the curve of her hips, its golden links catching the flickering candlelight, gleaming like a treasure meant to be uncovered.

Lower, the gemstone nestled at her navel sparkled temptingly, half-hidden behind the sheer dampness of the cloth, a secret waiting to be unveiled.

His fingers twitched.

Jungkook caught the longing in his eyes. A slow, knowing smile curled on her lips.

"What is it, husband?" she mused, voice sultry, teasing. "See something you like?"

Taehyung exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers tracing slow circles over her thighs.

"You," he murmured against her skin, his breath warm, his voice dipped in something dangerously close to devotion.

"You're unfairly beautiful, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook's smirk wavered, her breath hitching as he moved lower, pressing slow kisses along the inside of her thigh.

A whimper slipped past her lips before she could stop it.

Taehyung stilled for a fraction of a second. Then, he chuckled-deep, indulgent, smug.

"That," he mused, his nose brushing against the delicate chain at her waist, "was the prettiest sound I've heard."

Jungkook swallowed, trying-failing-to summon a retort, but her thoughts scattered as Taehyung's fingers ghosted over the gleaming butterfly at her waist, tracing the fine gold links as if he were tracing something sacred.

A prince before his altar.

A man before his ruin.

And Jungkook-his goddess, his downfall-tilted her head back, lashes fluttering as she surrendered to the sensation of his lips painting silent praises into her skin. 

Jungkook barely realized the words slipping past her lips, lost in the haze of warmth and sensation.

"Breakfast?" she whispered, the word tumbling out in between whimpers.

Taehyung stilled, just for a fraction of a second. Then, a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, his lips curling in amusement as he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"Decide for yourself, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice velvety smooth, dark with something heady and dangerous. "But I am having a feast."

Taehyung's words sent a shiver down Jungkook's spine, her breath catching as he held her gaze.

Jungkook barely had a moment to react before Taehyung's hands spread against her thighs, landing her in place. His touch was molten-searing into her skin, imprinting her as his.

She gasped, breath catching as his lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs.

"T-Taehyung-" she breathed, but her voice broke into a whimper as he continued, as if he were unraveling her with nothing but his lips.

He hummed, the deep vibration sending another wave of warmth through her.

"You sound so sweet," he mused, his fingers tracing slow, languid circles against her skin.

"Sing for me, love."

Jungkook's fingers curled against the smooth porcelain of the tub's edge.

Her head tipped back, lips parting, a sound spilling from her throat before she could stop it. She was lost-utterly lost in the way he touched her, kissed her, cherished her.

And Taehyung? He was mesmerized. By her softness. By the way she trembled under him. By the way she let herself melt, completely and utterly his.

With one last kiss to her thigh, he let his fingers dance along the damp silk clinging to her. His dark eyes flickered up to hers, waiting for her to grant him entry into her most sacred territory.

"Say the word, love," he murmured, his voice like molten velvet. "Let me in."

Her breath hitched.

Jungkook's fingers trembled as they reached for him, threading through the damp strands at his nape. A slow smile curled her lips, teasing, yet breathless.

"Who am I to deny my husband his feast?" Jungkook murmured.

Taehyung groaned, his hands tightening on her thighs. And this time, he didn't hold back.

Jungkook barely had a moment to breathe before his warm lips enveloped her. Her fingers trembled where they gripped the cool edge of the tub, knuckles turning white from the intensity of it all.

The moment he delved into her sacred warmth, Taehyung lost all semblance of control.

A guttural groan rumbled in his chest, his grip tightening on her thighs, nails pressing into the soft flesh as he tried-failed-to hold himself back.

He pressed deeper like a man starved, like he was tasting something forbidden and utterly intoxicating. And her response-God, her response-was his undoing.

Jungkook arched, her breath catching in her throat before a keening sound escaped her lips, so soft yet utterly devastating.

Taehyung's head spun. His fingers flexed against her thighs, his body burning from the inside out. She was going to drive him insane.

"Such a pretty voice," he rasped, eyes flickering up to take in the dazed, pleasure-stricken look on her face. "Give me more, darling."

And when Jungkook did-when another soft, breathy moan fell from her lips, her body jerking slightly under his grasp, Taehyung knew.

He was utterly, completely ruined for her.

Her legs instinctively clenched around him, her body betraying her under his skillful hold. But Taehyung merely chuckled, gripping her thighs even firmer, spreading them wider, ensuring she had nowhere to escape.

Jungkook's fingers curled into his damp hair, tugging slightly.

He was careful as if she were something divine, something meant to be worshipped-and worship her, he did.

Taehyung wasn't sure when he lost himself completely. Maybe it was the moment he heard that first sweet, breathy gasp-so soft, so utterly ruined or maybe it was when she whimpered his name like a prayer, her fingers twisting tight in his hair, pulling him closer, demanding more.

Either way, he was a goner.

And when Jungkook finally broke, when the sweetest, most desperate moan spilled past her lips, her entire body tensing before melting against him-Taehyung knew.

This was his favorite sound in the entire world. And he would spend forever pulling it from her lips.

Her body arched, her lips parting in a silent cry as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her fingers tightening in his hair, her entire form trembling beneath the force of it all.

Taehyung simply held her through it, his grip unwavering, his presence the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

Jungkook finally sagged against the wall, breathless and utterly undone, Taehyung pulled back just enough to meet her dazed eyes, a sinful smirk curving his lips.

"Feast well enjoyed, wifey," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

His broad palm dragged lazily across his mouth, the remnants of her essence still clinging to his lips, his jaw, his chin. He didn't wipe it away entirely.

No-he let it linger, let it mark him.

Proof of her surrender. Proof that he had wrecked her in the most beautiful way.

Jungkook was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling with the remnants of pleasure. She mustered a weak glare-though it held little heat, softened by the way her lashes fluttered and her lips trembled.

Taehyung only chuckled, eyes molten, voice dark.

"Don't look at me like that, sweetheart." His fingers ghosted over her knee, tracing lazy, possessive patterns on her skin.

"You were the one who invited me to the table. I simply made sure to devour every last drop."

Jungkook's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together instinctively, not that he missed it. His smirk deepened, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer with ease.

"Husband," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, somewhere between scandalized and flustered.

"Wife," he drawled, all deep velvet and raw masculinity.

And before Jungkook could push him away, before she could even think of a sharp retort, Taehyung pulled her forward-dragging her into his chest, straight into the heated water with him.

A startled gasp tore from her lips as the bath sloshed over the edges, the sound of splashing water echoing in the quiet space.

Jungkook's hands instinctively clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into solid muscle as she steadied herself. But Taehyung didn't let her go. No-he only pulled her in closer, his arms caging her against him, their chests pressed together, skin slick with heat and dampness.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, watching her, droplets clinging to his dark lashes. "That was graceful," he mused, voice thick with amusement.

Jungkook narrowed her eyes, water trickling down the curve of her jaw. "You pulled me in," she accused, breathless.

Taehyung's fingers traced up her spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Did I?" he murmured, voice a deceptive purr. "Or did you just want to be in my arms that badly?"

Jungkook opened her mouth to retort, but before she could find the words, he shifted.

One arm tightened around her waist. The other trailed lower, fingertips gliding just beneath the water’s surface until they brushed the back of her thigh, coaxing her closer—until she was practically seated in his lap, straddling him.

Her breath hitched. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, beads of water slipping from her chin to the curve of her collarbone. His touch burned even through the warmth of the bath, making her skin tingle in anticipation.

“Mr Kim,” she whispered, a warning—or maybe a plea. She wasn’t sure which.

His gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there. “Mmm?”

“You’re so shameless,” she muttered, but her voice lacked bite.

He leaned in slowly, his nose grazing hers, breath brushing over her lips. “Only when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to misbehave.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burned, but her arms tightened around his neck, keeping him close.

Taehyung's lips ghosted along her cheek, jaw, then down to her neck, pressing a kiss just beneath her ear, where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. She trembled, tilting her head slightly in surrender.

His voice was molten against her skin. “Say the word, and I’ll behave.”

She bit her lip, her fingers tangling into his damp hair. “Liar.”

Taehyung chuckled low in his throat, his lips brushing over her collarbone. “Maybe.”

He kissed the hollow of her throat, then lower, soft kisses trailing like drops of melted heat across her damp skin.

Each kiss was a tease.

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell against his, her heartbeat stuttering beneath the delicate touches.

“Every time you look at me like that,” he whispered, “I forget everything else.”

Jungkook didn’t reply. She didn’t have to.

Her fingers slid from his hair to his chest, resting there—right above his heart, where it beat steadily for her.

Because the water might’ve soaked their skin, but love… love had drenched every breath between them.

And neither of them were in a hurry to come up for air.

Then he stopped—right at the knot nestled between the soft swells of her chest.

His lips hovered, breath fanning against damp skin, and then slowly, his teeth tugged at the ribbon.

A wicked glint shimmered behind his lashes, water beading along his jaw as he let the silken knot catch between his teeth, giving it a gentle pull.

Jungkook gasped, her back arching ever so slightly into him, the motion subtle but telling. The knot gave a small, protesting twitch but Taehyung was patient. His lips brushed over the warm dip of her cleavage as he worked at it.

A deep rasp against her heated skin.

"Tied up so prettily for me," he murmured. "But do you know what knots are meant for, sweetheart?"

Jungkook swallowed, her pulse hammering beneath his touch. "W-what?"

Taehyung smirked, his teeth grazing the fabric, pulling just enough to tease but not enough to unravel it-yet. His hands traced slow, firm paths down her sides, molding to every curve, every dip, as if memorizing the shape of her.

"They're meant to be undone."

Taehyung’s voice was low, sin-drenched velvet, brushing along Jungkook’s skin like the steam curling through the air.

The knot rested beneath his lips like a secret he was in no rush to unveil, his breath ghosting over it. He dragged his lips to the side, nipping just beneath the knot, where her skin was flushed and trembling.

Jungkook's hands gripped his shoulders tighter, the slick muscles flexing beneath her touch as he moved.

Water rippled around them, sloshing lazily against the edges of the bath as his palms slid downward. He handled her like a sculpture, eyes never leaving hers even as his mouth continued its slow exploration.

“Undo it then,” Jungkook whispered, her voice breathy with need, lips parting around the plea. “Taehyung…”

But Taehyung only chuckled, a rich, smoky sound vibrating against her skin.

“Not yet,” he said, tone teasing, torturous. “I like you like this. All wrapped up and wanting.”

His fingers splayed over her lower back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them—only heat, slick skin, and the pulse of something that had been building from the moment she fell into his arms.

Jungkook’s thighs shifted around him under the water, brushing against his hips, a silent invitation she didn’t yet voice aloud.

Taehyung tilted his head, his wet hair sticking to his forehead and temples, a few strands curling against his cheekbones. He looked wild and serene all at once, like a storm pretending to be a man.

Then—finally—his fingers found the edge of the knot again. He watched her as he slowly tugged it loose, inch by aching inch. The tension in the knot slipped away, the fabric slackening and parting under his patient coaxing. Jungkook’s chest heaved as the knot unraveled.

The garment loosened around her body, and Taehyung helped slide it down, his knuckles brushing over damp skin. He kissed along the exposed line of her collarbone, tracing the hollow of her throat again, then lower.

Jungkook’s breath hitched as his hands framed her ribcage, thumbs brushing beneath her breasts, and his lips dragged across the top of one. She felt his tongue tasting her and the sound she made then was soft, almost embarrassed, as her fingers curled in his hair again, holding him to her.

Taehyung mouthed at her skin with infinite patience, letting the moment stretch taut with anticipation. Her skin was slick from steam and water, but every place he touched burned.

Jungkook squirmed, her thighs pressing tighter around his hips, hips tilting forward—seeking. Her breath caught in her throat when he shifted, one hand sliding underwater, resting low on her spine.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered against her chest, his lips brushing her skin like a prayer. “Tell me to stop.”

Her fingers slipped from his hair to his face, cupping his jaw, her thumbs stroking the angles of his cheekbones.

“Don’t stop,” Jungkook whispered, eyes shining, lips parted. “Just… don’t stop.”

Taehyung’s gaze locked with hers, something raw and tender flickering behind the desire in his eyes. He brushed a strand of damp hair from her cheek.

“Then let me,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with promise.

His forehead pressed gently to hers, breath mingling, slow and heated.

“Let me worship you,” he whispered, almost like a prayer. “The way your husband should.”

Jungkook swallowed hard, her mind barely functioning past the haze of heat surrounding them.

That was when she realized-
They wasn't getting out of this anytime soon.

The big bad wolf had caught his red little riding hood and he wasn't letting her go until he was completely satisfied.

The candled had become a silent observer of the passion unfolding. Scattered petals drifted lazily on the water's surface, their delicate forms brushing against bare skin.

The breakfast lay long forgotten, abandoned in favor of something far more intoxicating.

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Hours later,

Mrs. Kim finally emerged from the bathroom, her steps were slow, her body still feeling the effects of the touch of her husband. Her damp hair cascading over her bare shoulders, the ends still glistening with moisture. The green off-shoulder dress Taehyung had picked for her clung softly to her form.

Behind her, Mr. Kim followed, still in the process of buttoning his shirt, the fabric stretching over his broad chest. A lazy, satisfied smirk played on his lips as he observed his wife-his beautiful, utterly spent wife-who was doing her best to walk normally despite the undeniable ache in her limbs.

Taehyung chuckled lowly, the sound deep and indulgent. "You're walking like a penguin, darling," he teased, rolling his sleeves up to his forearms, the movement effortlessly hot. "Should I carry you instead?"

Jungkook scoffed, flipping her damp hair over one shoulder, determined to maintain what little dignity she had left.

"I wouldn't need carrying if someone hadn't decided to treat me like his personal breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

Taehyung smirked, stepping closer, his warmth radiating against her back. "What can I say?" he murmured, dipping his head, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "You're the most delicious thing I've ever had."

Jungkook yelped when Taehyung suddenly lifted her into his arms, her fingers instinctively clutching his shoulders. The soft green dress he had picked for her fluttered with the action, the hem brushing against his arms as she settled against his chest.

"Put me down," she huffed, though the words held little weight. She wriggled slightly-just enough to feign protest but not enough to actually make him release her.

Taehyung remained unfazed, his grip strong, secure. His shirt grew damp where her wet hair sprawled across his shoulder, the faint scent of jasmine and honey clinging to her locks. He exhaled, tilting his head slightly to brush his lips against her temple.

"You weren't complaining back when you were clinging to me in the water, pretty wife."

Jungkook's lips parted, her cheeks warming instantly. "That-" she spluttered, tightening her grip on his shirt, "that was different!"

"Was it?" he mused, adjusting his grip so she fit more snugly against him. "Because from where I was sitting, you looked very much like a siren luring me to my ruin."

Jungkook gasped, scandalized. "I did no such thing!" she protested, her voice high, flustered. "You're the one who-who-"

She stopped, unable to finish the sentence without further embarrassing herself.

Taehyung hummed, amused, his fingers pressing against the small of her back. "Who what, sweetheart?" he prompted, his deep voice dripping with satisfaction. "Who got enchanted? Who followed you willingly? Who had no choice but to indulge his pretty wife because she looked so soft, so tempting-"

"Stop it!" Jungkook whined, burying her face against his shoulder, her damp hair soaking further into his shirt.

Taehyung chuckled, his hold on her unwavering. "See?" he mused, nuzzling into her hair. "You lure me in and then act all shy about it. Dangerous little siren."

Jungkook only grumbled against him, refusing to acknowledge the truth in his words. Her fingers, still gripping his shirt, curled tighter, as if anchoring herself to the one person who always, always made her feel like she was floating.

Taehyung sighed, content, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "What am I going to do with you?" he murmured.

Jungkook peeked up at him then, her pout firmly in place. "Love me," she said, as if it were the easiest answer in the world.

Taehyung's lips parted slightly-just for a moment-before a genuine smile softened his expression. "That," he murmured, holding her closer, "was never in question."

Jungkook let out a small, dramatic sigh, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt-a silent acceptance of her fate in his arms.

Taehyung only chuckled under his breath, his hold steady as he carried her with effortless ease. Once they reached the bed, he lowered her carefully, as if she were something fragile, something precious. His hands lingered as he adjusted the pillows behind her back, making sure she was comfortable before pulling the blanket up to her waist, tucking it securely around her.

Jungkook watched him through lidded eyes, warmth pooling in her chest at the way he handled her-not just as a husband who had spent hours worshipping his wife, but as a man who, in his own quiet way, adored her beyond words.

Taehyung turned, noticing the tray of breakfast that had long gone cold. His lips quirked up in amusement-of course. He had been far too occupied indulging in something far sweeter to spare a single thought for food.

With a slow shake of his head, he glancing back at Jungkook. She was nestled against the pillows, her damp hair fanning over the cushions, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the edge of the blanket. The soft flush on her cheeks hadn't entirely faded, and Taehyung had to resist the urge to lean down and kiss her all over again.

With a flick of his fingers, a soft golden glow surrounded the dishes, restoring their warmth as if they had just been freshly prepared. The aroma of food filled the air once more, making Jungkook's stomach grumble slightly.

Taehyung settled onto the bed, facing Jungkook with one leg bent and the other resting comfortably against the mattress. He wasn't too far-just enough for her fingers to reach out, to toy absentmindedly with the buttons of his shirt.

In his other hand, he held a neatly cut sandwich, bringing it up toward her lips with an expectant look. But Jungkook hesitated, her gaze flickering between him and the offering, her hands still toying with his button, as though the act could distract from the flutter in her stomach.

"I can eat by myself, you know," Jungkook murmured, though she made no effort to take the sandwich from him.

Taehyung arched a brow, his lips curling in amusement. "Oh? And yet, here you are, making absolutely no move to do so."

Jungkook huffed, her cheeks warming as she turned her head slightly, though not far enough to miss the knowing glint in his eyes. "That's because you keep shoving it in my face."

"It's called taking care of my wife," he countered smoothly, shifting the sandwich ever so slightly closer, brushing it against the curve of her lips.

Jungkook pouted, eyeing him with a mix of stubbornness and flustered reluctance. "I have hands, you know," she pointed out, her voice slightly petulant as her fingers absentmindedly toyed with one of his shirt buttons, barely grazing the fabric.

Taehyung glanced down, immediately noticing the way her delicate fingers traced the edge of the button, playing with it without even realizing it. His smirk deepened, dark eyes flickering with amusement as he looked back up at her.

"Well," he drawled, tilting his head as if in deep thought, "from where I'm sitting, it looks like your hands are busy exploring... other dimensions."

Jungkook's eyes snapped up to his, her cheeks flushing instantly at his teasing tone. "Wha-"

Taking full advantage of her distraction, Taehyung swiftly pressed the sandwich against her lips, his smirk widening as she instinctively opened her mouth, letting him slip the bite past her parted lips.

"There we go," he murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice as he watched her chew, her brows furrowed in a mixture of indignation and embarrassment.

Jungkook glared at him, swallowing before speaking. "That was a cheap move, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung shrugged, utterly unrepentant. "You left yourself wide open, pretty wife." His voice was low, teasing, laced with the kind of warmth that made her stomach do ridiculous flips.

She huffed, deciding to focus on something else to regain the upper hand.

Clearing her throat, she reached for the sandwich in his hand, her fingers brushing against his in the process. "You keep feeding me like this, but what about you?" she muttered, voice laced with a quiet kind of concern.

Taehyung watched her, his eyes glimmering with something unreadable. "I'm fine," he said smoothly, but Jungkook narrowed her eyes at him, clearly not convinced.

With a determined little huff, she tore off a piece of the sandwich and lifted it toward his lips. "Only you will take care of me, but who will take care of you?" she asked, her voice softer this time, her gaze searching his.

Taehyung stilled for a moment, something shifting in his expression. Slowly, his lips parted, accepting the bite she offered. He chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed, his gaze never leaving hers.

His voice, when he finally spoke, was barely above a murmur.

"Just stay beside me," he said, his thumb absentmindedly brushing against the back of her hand. "As long as you're here... my heart will always find solace."

Jungkook's fingers trembled slightly around the sandwich, her breath catching at the sheer sincerity in his tone. She had expected something teasing, perhaps even smug, but instead, he looked at her as if she was the very air he breathed.

Her lips parted slightly, words failing her for once.

Taehyung noticed the flicker of emotion in her eyes, the way she fidgeted slightly as if unsure of what to do with the warmth blooming in her chest.

He let out a quiet chuckle, reaching up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "What? No retort this time, pretty wife?" he teased, his thumb brushing over the soft curve of her jaw.

Jungkook swallowed, her fingers tightening around the sandwich before she huffed, shoving another bite toward his lips-perhaps a little more forcefully than necessary.

"Just eat," she grumbled, looking away, her ears tinged pink.

Taehyung chuckled again but obliged, taking the bite from her fingers.

Jungkook moved closer, settling between his legs. She rested her head lightly on his chest, her fingers curling around the edge of his shirt again, this time to hold rather than fidget.

Taehyung shifted to press a kiss to the crown of her head, letting his chin rest there. They stayed like that for a long beat—bodies still, breaths syncing, the leftover sandwich forgotten on the tray beside them.

“I didn’t know being married could feel like this,” Jungkook admitted quietly. “Like… a blanket you didn’t realize you needed until someone wrapped you in it.”

Taehyung’s chest rose with a soft chuckle. “Is that your poetic way of saying I’m comforting?”

She nodded, her cheek pressed to his chest. “Mm-hmm. Irritating. But comforting.”

“I’ll take it,” he whispered, holding her a little closer.

A moment of silence stretched between them, comfortable and warm.

"Alright, be honest-what books or manuals are you secretly reading to get these cheesy lines?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Taehyung smirked, setting the tray aside before dramatically flicking his hair-exactly the way Jungkook always did when she was feeling particularly sassy.

"Oh, my dear wife," he drawled, his tone dripping with mock sophistication, "some of us are just naturally gifted in the art of romance."

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Jungkook blinked as she watched Taehyung flick his hair sassily just she always did.
For a second, she just stared-then a giggle bubbled up from her throat, soft and utterly delighted.

"Oh my God," Jungkook gasped between her soft giggles. "Did you just...did you just mimic me?"

Taehyung smirked, effortlessly slipping back into his Mr Kim mode.

"So what, my love? Only you can be the dramatic one?"

Jungkook's jaw dropped, eyes widening in pure betrayal. "Excuse me? I am not dramatic," she defended, lifting her chin.

Taehyung merely arched a brow, his smirk widening.

"Oh? Says the one who dramatically clutched her stomach and declared she was withering away just because I made her wait five minutes for lunch while finishing some paperwork?"

Jungkook gasped, scandalized, her mouth opening and closing as she scrambled for a retort. Finally, she crossed her arms with a huff. "That was a perfectly valid complaint, and you know it. As the boss, it's your responsibility to ensure your secretary stays happy and well taken care of."

Taehyung exhaled a laugh, shaking his head at her logic. "Ah, so now I'm not just a CEO, but also personally responsible for my secretary's emotional well-being?"

Jungkook lifted her chin defiantly. "Of course. A happy secretary means a well-managed schedule, which means a smoothly running company. It's basic business strategy, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. "You mean basic bribery. You're just finding excuses to justify your dramatic lunch demands."

Jungkook gasped again, clutching her heart as if he had wounded her deeply.

"Excuse me? My demands? I was merely reminding you of your responsibilities as a boss and a husband. You, on the other hand, were so absorbed in paperwork that you didn't even notice time slipping away. If I hadn't spoken up, who knows how long I would've had to suffer?"

Taehyung arched a brow, smirking. "Suffer? You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, doing online shopping. Hardly the image of a damsel in distress."

Jungkook huffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder dramatically. "I was distracting myself from the unbearable hunger, Mr. Kim. Not that you'd understand. You were too busy being married to your laptop."

Taehyung's lips twitched as he leaned back against the headboard, arms crossing loosely over his chest.

"Jealous of my laptop now, hmm?"

Jungkook rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in return. "Of course. You've practically made it my co-wife at this point."

Taehyung let out a low chuckle, shifting closer. "I'll admit, I do spend a lot of time with her," he teased, tilting his head playfully.

"She's efficient, never nags, and doesn't glare at me like she's plotting my murder every time I open an email."

Jungkook gasped, scandalized. "Are you seriously comparing me to a machine right now?"

"Not comparing," he corrected smoothly, eyes twinkling. "Simply stating facts."

Jungkook narrowed her eyes, her fingers twitching as if she was seconds away from shoving a pillow in his face. "If I'm so bothersome, why did you even marry me?"

Taehyung's smirk softened just a fraction as he reached for her hand, twining their fingers together. "Because my laptop can't pout at me like this," he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "Can't sulk in my arms or demand all of my attention in the most adorable way possible."

Jungkook's cheeks warmed at the sudden change in his tone, her grip on his hand tightening despite her lingering annoyance.

"Stupid," she muttered, though she didn't pull away. "Flattery won't get you out of trouble, Mr. Kim."

"Won't it?" Taehyung's lips brushed against her knuckles, dark eyes watching her carefully. "Then what will?"

Jungkook glanced at their joined hands, then back at him, her sulkiness faltering just slightly. "...Maybe if you promise to pay more attention to me than your second wife."

Taehyung smiled, tugging her close until she was practically in his lap. "Easy," he murmured against her temple. "Because my real wife is the only one who matters."

Jungkook sighed, burying her face in his shoulder. "Good answer," she mumbled, letting herself melt into his warmth.

Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "I thought so."

♡