Bracelet and softness
The ballroom glowed with gold and champagne light. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, blending with the soft music of a live quartet. Guests mingled, whispered about the beautiful couple, and admired how "perfect" they looked together.
Taehyung stood beside Jungkook like a doll on display—flawless, silent, and fragile. His smile was barely there, polite and practiced. No one noticed the tension in his shoulders.
Jungkook hadn’t spoken to him since the kiss.
A strong hand slid around Taehyung’s waist. Possessive and Hidden. No one saw. No one knew.
But Taehyung stiffened instantly, breath catching in his throat as Jungkook’s fingers gripped the curve of his waist beneath the layers of silk and fabric.
Jeon Jungkook
Relax(Jungkook whispered near his ear, voiced a low, venom-laced purr. )You're doing so well pretending.
Jeon Jungkook
(His thumb rubbed slowly, deliberate circles against Taehyung’s hip—so tightly it made Taehyung shiver.Not from pleasure but from fear)
Jeon Jungkook
Everyone thinks we’re in love. Isn’t that sweet? (Jungkook murmured) Smile, Taehyung. Or I’ll give them a reason to stare.
A soft, obedient smile that made the guests swoon. But under the table, his fingers dug into the side of his suit, desperate to stay composed.
He didn’t move his hand the entire night.
The reception hall sparkled with gold lights, laughter, and flowing champagne. Between the flash of cameras and the clinking of glasses, two men stood slightly off to the side of the main crowd — attracting attention, but not because of the wedding.
Seokjin’s voice was dangerously low, his smile polite but his eyes narrow. He held out his wrist, where the delicate chain bracelet — the one he wore every day — now hung limp and broken.
Jeon Namjoon
(Namjoon froze mid-sip of his wine) Hyung—uh—babe, I can explain.
Jeon Seokjin
You broke it.
Jeon Namjoon
Technically, it snapped.
Jeon Seokjin
Because you were fiddling with it!
Jeon Namjoon
It was slipping. I was saving it from falling.”
Jeon Seokjin
And it still broke. Legendary skills.
Guests glanced over, but Namjoon only laughed awkwardly, grabbing Seokjin’s hand gently.
Jeon Namjoon
Okay, okay—I’m sorry. Honest mistake. I’ll get it fixed tomorrow. Or buy you five more.
Jeon Seokjin
(Seokjin crossed his arms, eyebrow arched)
This was our third anniversary bracelet, Namjoon. You said it was ‘irreplaceable.’
Jeon Namjoon
You’re irreplaceable. The bracelet just accessorizes your beauty.(Namjoon leaned closer, whispering as he smiled sweetly.)
Jeon Seokjin
You’re lucky I like cheesy lines.(Seokjin turned his head, clearly trying not to smile.)
Jeon Namjoon
(Namjoon took his hand again and brought it to his lips.)
I’ll fix it. And then I’ll cook. And rub your shoulders. For a week.
Jeon Seokjin
(gave him a long, considering stare, then finally sighed.)
Jeon Seokjin
Just don’t break anything else tonight. Including my mood.
Jeon Namjoon
Too late(murmured)You already broke my heart with that glare.
Jeon Seokjin
You're lucky you're cute. ( chuckled)
Jeon Namjoon chuckled quietly as Seokjin sipped his champagne with that royal air of passive-aggressive forgiveness. The tension between them melted into something sweet and familiar — the kind of comfort that came only with years of love, and survival.
Nearby, Namjoon’s personal bodyguard, Min Jae, stood tall in his black suit, eyes scanning the crowd — until his gaze fell on that scene.
The Jeon Namjoon — head of international arms deals, calm under gunfire, ice-veined negotiator — was now rubbing circles on his husband's back with the most submissive look of guilt.
Min Jae’s jaw dropped slightly. He leaned over to whisper to another guard.
Min Jae
Is… is he apologizing?
Other bodyguard
(nodded slowly, whispering back)And offering back massages. I think I just saw him bow slightly—holy sh*t.
Namjoon’s head snapped in their direction like a hawk catching movement.
Both guards straightened instantly.Namjoon raised a single brow and took a slow sip of his wine, his voice low and lazy.
Jeon Namjoon
You saw something?
Min Jae
(Min Jae shook his head too fast)N-No, sir. Absolutely not. Just admiring the floral arrangements.
Other bodyguard
( fastly nodded)
Jeon Namjoon
(Namjoon smirked, stepping closer with that calm menace only he had)
Good. Because if I hear a single word of this outside this ballroom... I’ll personally put a bullet through your throat before my husband finishes his next sip.
Min Jae
Yes, sir.( getting pale)
Jeon Seokjin
( Seokjin, without even looking, said lightly)Stop threatening them , Joon. They didn’t make the bracelet fall.
Jeon Namjoon
( immediately turned back to Seokjin like a schoolboy caught red-handed.)
Jeon Namjoon
Sorry, hyung… I mean, babe.
The man who feared no one…
Was terrified of his husband.
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