First touch
The music softened into something ceremonial. Taehyung’s delicate frame approached slowly, led by his father—Mr. Kim—whose grip on his son's trembling hand was firm but trembling slightly.
Jungkook stood like stone at the altar, dark eyes fixed on the boy coming toward him.
When they reached him, Mr. Kim paused. His throat bobbed as he tried to swallow the emotion rising up. His voice cracked when he finally spoke.
Mr. Kim
Take care of him, Jungkook
Mr. Kim
He’s obedient… gentle. He doesn’t talk much when he's scared. Don’t mistake that for disrespect. He’s never disrespected anyone in his life.
Mr. Kim
He’s all I have. Please don’t break him.
Jungkook stared at the older man, his expression unreadable.
Then, without a word, he reached out and took Taehyung’s hand—cold, soft, obedient—out of his father’s grasp.
Jeon Jungkook
He’s mine now.(said flatly)
Jeon Jungkook
You won’t have to worry about him again(then he smirks in his mind)
Mr. Kim's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he stepped back, lips pressed tightly together.
The officiant spoke, but the words felt distant to Taehyung—like he was underwater. Then came the moment he feared most.
officiant
Jeon Jungkook, do you take Kim Taehyung to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Jungkook looked down at him—silent, unreadable—and gave a slow nod.
Jeon Jungkook
He’s mine, isn’t he? (said darkly, then turned to the officiant)
Jeon Jungkook
I do (said in a cold voice)
Taehyung’s heart pounded.
officiant
Kim Taehyung, do you take Jeon Jungkook…
Jeon Taehyung
I do. (barely whispered)
From the front row, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon clasped hands, eyes glistening with joy. Mrs. Jeon dabbed the corner of her eye with a silk handkerchief.
Mrs. Jeon
Finally, our son has someone by his side. (she whispered)
Mrs. Jeon
He won’t be alone anymore.
They had no idea what kind of love their son was capable of.
officiant
Now you may kiss.
Jungkook didn’t hesitate.
Jungkook didn’t ask. He didn’t even wait for Taehyung to look at him. His hand shot up, fingers gripping Taehyung’s jaw with a force that made the younger flinch. The guests saw it as passion. But Taehyung felt the threat in that touch.
Without a word, Jungkook crushed their lips together
It wasn’t a kiss—it was a punishment.
Taehyung’s eyes widened as his breath was stolen, his body frozen in place. Jungkook’s mouth moved with force, bruising and unrelenting. His grip tightened, tilting Taehyung’s head back as if claiming territory.
Taehyung whimpered into the kiss, chest tightening, lungs burning. His hands pushed weakly against Jungkook’s chest.
A small shove.It wasn't defiance—it was desperation.
Jungkook broke the kiss, slowly, lips still brushing Taehyung’s, his breath hot and dangerous against trembling skin.
He stared into Taehyung’s eyes—wide, glossy, and terrified.
Jeon Jungkook
Push me like that again, and I’ll make sure the next kiss ends with you begging for air. (he whispered so low only Taehyung could hear)
Jungkook looked at the guests like nothing had happened.
Taehyung stood still, lips bruised, lungs aching, and not a soul noticed how he was barely standing.
Who was already addicted to the way he trembled.
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