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Small, messy motel room. Sunlight leaking through half-broken windows. The air smells like alcohol, cigarettes.
Taehyung wakes up to a headache so bad it feels like someone is pounding a drum inside his skull. His cheek is stuck to something… crumpled paper?
He peels it off, eyes blurry, heart already uneasy.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*groggy, squinting* What the hell...
The letters swim at first, but then they snap into focus. Big, bold, impossible-to-ignore.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
... Marriage... Certificate?
His head tilts. The paper is stamped with a crooked seal, edges damp from god-knows-what. His stomach sinks.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
Oh, no. No, no, no…*runs a hand down his face* F**k.
And then he feels it — cold metal against his thumb. He freezes, slowly lifts his hand.
A cheap silver ring, twisted crooked on his knuckle. It stares back at him like proof of a crime.
Next to him, the blanket-covered lump shifts. A bare shoulder slips into view — tattoos peeking from under the skin, messy black hair sticking in all directions.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Hesitates, then nudges with his foot* Hey. Wake up.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*grunts lowly, no movement*
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
Jeon Jungkook. Up. Now.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*No movement*
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Kicks harder, toe digging into his thigh*Seriously. Wake the f**k up.
Jungkook stirs, his lashes fluttering open just enough to reveal one dark, lazy, and annoyingly pretty eye.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*raspy, half-asleep* ...What?
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Waves the paper in front of his face* Explain.
Jungkook groans, rubbing his face with the back of his hand. He doesn’t even bother sitting up yet.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
Hyung... shut up.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*mock laugh* Shut up? We’re apparently married, and you want me to shut up?
He’s aiming for sarcastic, but his fingers are trembling around the paper. Jungkook finally pushes himself upright, hair a wreck
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
... You said yes.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Snorts, still in disbelief* I was drunk.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*shrugs faintly* So was I.
For a second, neither speaks. Just two idiots staring at each other, wearing yesterday’s clothes and a mistake on their hands.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Tosses the paper onto the bed between them* So… what now, husband?
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*Flat, unreadable* Nothing. We forget it. We get rid of it.
Taehyung hums under his breath, like he agrees, but his eyes don’t leave Jungkook’s face.
Sure. They’ll forget.
Right.
Outside a loud, neon-lit club at 3AM. The street smells like spilled beer and bad decisions. Music still throbs from inside.
Taehyung’s arm is slung over Jungkook’s shoulders, the two of them weaving down the sidewalk like drunks in a bad rom-com.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Slurring* Y’know what we should do?
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*Snorting* If you say karaoke, I’m leaving you here.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
No, no… better. We should get married.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*Pausing, eyes wide* …What?
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Grinning, pointing at a dingy little sign down the street* Vegas-style. Right there. Open 24 hours. No lines. No questions.
Jungkook stares at the flashing “MARRIAGE LICENSES – CHEAP” sign like it’s a dare.
He’s drunk enough not to overthink.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*Smirking* Fine. But you’re buying the rings.
Ten minutes later, they’re in a tacky little room that smells faintly of cigarettes and air freshener.
A bored officiant stands in front of them, flipping through a clipboard.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
Kim Taehyung.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
Jeon Jungkook.
Taehyung digs in his pocket and triumphantly pulls out two plastic silver bands from a vending machine outside.
Jungkook almost laughs — almost — but something in the way Taehyung is looking at him stops him
Officiant
Do you take each other in sickness and health, yada—
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Cutting in, grinning* I do.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*Low, but steady* …I do.
It’s over in minutes. The paper is stamped, the rings slipped on.
Taehyung’s chaotic grin softens just a little when he looks down at Jungkook’s hand.
Jungkook doesn’t look away.
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Whispering as they step outside* Guess we’re stuck with each other now, husband.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*Half-smile* … Guess so.
In the motel room, Taehyung lies back down, eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling. The ring feels too warm against his skin.
Jeon Jungkook (JK) 🐰
*Quiet, watching him* You regret it already?
Kim Taehyung (V) 🐯
*Closing his eyes* Ask me after my headache’s gone.
Outside, the sun keeps climbing. Inside, two idiots pretend they can forget.
It's meeeeee 🎀
Let's see what they will do now
It's meeeeee 🎀
Will they get rid of this marriage or....
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