The night was dark. The sky had no stars. It was cold, just like Taehyung’s heart.

He sat alone in his big, quiet apartment. The lights were off. The only light came from the TV, but he wasn't watching it. His eyes were red. His face was pale. He looked tired, sick, and sad.

He held a photo in his hand…

It was a picture of him, his husband Jeon Jungkook, and their little son. They looked happy in the photo. But Taehyung knew it was fake. That smile on his face was fake. The love in his heart was gone.

Or so he thought.

“I hated them,” Taehyung whispered, tears falling down his cheeks. “I hated Jungkook. I hated my son... I was so blind.”

His fingers touched Jungkook’s face in the picture.

“You gave me everything. A house. A luxury life. A good life love care And I… I gave you pain.”

He started crying harder now. The guilt was too heavy.

Taehyung was once a proud man. He thought love was stupid. He thought marriage was a joke. And being a mother~?? He never wanted that.

He remembered the first time he told Jungkook he didn’t love him..

“I didn’t marry you because I love you,” Taehyung had said coldly. “I only married you because my parents forced me.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything back then. He never showed his pain. He just stayed quiet. He always stayed quiet.

But Taehyung didn’t know that Jungkook was breaking inside.

—-וווח-

Taehyung’s tears didn’t stop. His hands were shaking.

He got up and walked to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water. But his legs were weak. The glass fell and broke. Just like his heart.

He fell to the floor, holding his head.

“I lost everything…”

He thought about his son. That little boy who used to smile when he came near. Who called him “mummy” with so much love. But Taehyung never answered with love. He would look away. He would push him aside.

“I was a monster…”

—-וווח-

Then he thought about her. Jennie.

His best friend.

No. His ex-best friend.

The one who always whispered in his ear:

>> “Jungkook doesn’t love you.”

“You deserve better.”

“He’s just using you.”

“You should leave him…”

And he listened.

He divorced Jungkook.

And only one month later… Jennie married him.

It broke Taehyung’s soul.

But he couldn’t blame anyone else.

It was his fault.

—-וווח-

Now, sitting in that empty house, Taehyung wanted one thing.

To go back.

To go back and love Jungkook the way he deserved.

To go back and hold his son in his arms and kiss his soft cheeks.

To go back and punch Jennie in the face for lying to him.

To go back and scream the truth to Jungkook:

>> “I LOVE YOU!”

—-וווח-

But time doesn't go back.

Or… does it~??

—-וווח-

The phone rang.

Taehyung wiped his face and answered.

It was his lawyer.

>> “Mr. Kim, the company… it’s all gone. Jennie has taken control. She tricked you.”

Taehyung didn’t reply.

He didn’t feel surprised. Nothing shocked him anymore.

Jennie had not only taken his husband… she had stolen his life.

She used him.

She played with his emotions.

And he fell for it like a fool.

—-וווח-

“I need to see Jungkook,” Taehyung whispered.

>> “It’s too late, Mr. Kim…”

“No. I have to say sorry. I HAVE TO!” he yelled and hung up.

He grabbed his car keys and ran outside.

—-וווח-

The rain was heavy. The roads were wet. But Taehyung didn’t care.

He drove fast.

His hands were tight on the steering wheel. His mind was filled with only one name.

Jungkook.

“I need to see him,” Taehyung whispered again and again. “I don’t care if he hates me. I just want him I want to say sorry.”

He remembered the last time they spoke.

Jungkook’s voice was calm but cold.

>> “You’ll regret this, Taehyung.”

He was right.

Taehyung regretted everything.

—-וווח-

Suddenly…

BANG!

A truck hit the side of Taehyung’s car.

His body flew. His head hit the window. Blood ran down his face.

The car turned, hit the divider, and rolled down the hill.

It was fast. Too fast.

Taehyung couldn’t breathe.

His eyes were slowly closing.

And the last thing he saw…

Was Jennie standing on the road… with a smile on her face.

“Goodbye, Tae,” her lips said.

—-וווח-

His heart stopped.

Everything went black.

But… then… a voice came.

>> “Do you want another chance~??”

Taehyung was floating in white space. His body was light. His pain was gone.

He opened his eyes.

“I want to go back,” he said.

>> “Why~??”

“I want to love my son. I want to protect my husband. I want to fix everything…”

>> “Do you promise to love with your whole heart~??”

“I promise.”

>> “Then… wake up.”

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To be continued…(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

SPLASH!

Cold water hit Taehyung’s face.

“AHH!” Taehyung yelped, sitting up fast. His body shook. His heart was racing.

Taehyung: “What the hell~??! How—~??!”

His eyes blinked fast. He touched his face, his chest. He looked around the room.

He was… alive~??

He wasn’t dead~??

Or… had he been reborn~??

Taehyung’s eyes went wide. His lips trembled.

He looked at the room. It wasn’t his old apartment. It was… his childhood room.

What was happening~??

His mother, Mrs. Kim, standing in with an angry face.

Mrs. Kim: “Taehyung! Don’t tell me you took pills again to get rid of this wedding~??”

Taehyung: “What~?? Why would I~??!”

Mrs. Kim: “Because today is your wedding day with Jeon's son!”

Taehyung gasped.

His head turned to the calendar on the wall.

He jumped from his bed and ran to look closer.

Taehyung: “WTF—＼⁠(⁠°⁠o⁠°⁠)⁠／(⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!(⁠@⁠_⁠@⁠)!”

SMACK!

Mrs. Kim slapped the back of his head.

Mrs. Kim: “Don’t use bad words!”

Taehyung: “Ouch! Ouch! I'm back… One year back~??!”

His hands shook. His legs felt weak.

Mrs. Kim: “Stop making excuses more mess and drama here..They’re waiting. The makeup artist is waiting. Your father will take you to the stage.”

Taehyung just nodded silently.

Mrs. Kim walked out.

Taehyung stood still, in shock.

Taehyung (thinking): I died… I was dead. How~??

Suddenly, a soft voice echoed in his head.

“We gave you another chance to love your husband. You remember everything. And you know what you have to do.”

Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears. He placed a hand over his heart.

Taehyung: “I’ll love him this time. I won’t make him sad or divorce him. He’s mine. I realize it now… I’m going to love him with my whole heart.”

The makeup artists in the room gave him weird looks. They whispered to each other.

They thought Taehyung was just being dramatic again. He was always bratty, always fighting the wedding. But now… he was so quiet wishspring something..

Taehyung sat still, letting them do his makeup. His eyes stared into the mirror, but his mind was somewhere else.

He had one more chance.

Just then, the door opened again.

Jennie walked in with an extra sweet voice.

Jennie: “Taetae~!”

Taehyung cringed. That voice used to sound friendly. Now it made his skin crawl and he hated it even her shadow near him.

Jennie: “You know, I met your husband… I mean, soon-to-be. He’s pretty cool and handsome, but cold, rude, and unromantic not your type. I don’t think he’s your type and___.”

Taehyung turned to her with a fake smile.

Taehyung: “I’ll decide who’s my type or not… Not you.”

Jennie froze for a second. Her fists clenched. But she forced a smile.

She didn’t know. Taehyung remembered how she played sweet games with him.

The makeup was done. Taehyung looked gorgeous, wearing a beautiful white suit. His boxy smile returned, full of charm.

His father walked in.

Taehyung (smiling): “Let’s go. Let’s not make him wait anymore.”

Mr. Kim was shocked. Just last week, Taehyung was fighting to cancel the wedding. Now… he was acting like the perfect son. And eager to meet his husband... Mr Kim looked at Jennie, and she smiled like she convinced TAE for the wedding.

Jennie mouth"told you"

But he smiled.

They walked to the wedding stage.

There he was.

Standing at the front, dressed in all black.

Jeon Jungkook.

Tall. Handsome. Strong. Cold.

His mafia aura made people step back. His face showed no emotion.

But when Taehyung saw him, his heart screamed. His eyes filled with tears.

He’s alive.

He’s here.

He’s mine again.

Mr. Kim held Taehyung’s hand and gave it to Jungkook.

Jungkook took the hand gently, still cold-faced.

Taehyung squeezed his hand tightly, smiling inside happy.

The priest began the ceremony.

Then it was time for vows.

Jungkook spoke first. His deep voice filled the hall.

His words were soft, serious, and full of meaning.

Vows that promised protection, loyalty, and care.

They touched Taehyung's heart deeply.

He couldn’t stop his tears. One rolled down his cheek.

Jungkook looked at him, a little shocked.

Was Taehyung… scared of him~??

Everyone knew Jungkook was a mafia man. Dangerous. Powerful. Heartless.

He tried to smile to look more normal.

But Taehyung chuckled through his tears and suddenly hugged him.

Everyone gasped.

Even Jungkook’s men, standing with guns, looked shocked.

No one had ever dared to touch him like that.

Taehyung pulled back quickly.

Taehyung (sniffing): “Sorry… I got touched by your pretty words.”

Then it was Taehyung’s turn.

He took a deep breath and spoke from his heart.

He promised to love Jungkook, cherish him, take care of him, and never leave his side.

Jungkook nodded, eyes softer now.

They exchanged rings.

Jungkook gently held Taehyung’s hand and kissed his knuckles.

Taehyung pouted, then surprised everyone again.

He wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck and kissed him right on the lips.

Another wave of gasps spread through the hall.

Taehyung (grinning): “Now that's truly feel we’re married, baby~ ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾”

Jungkook stood frozen.

Jungkook: “(⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)…(⁠;⁠ꏿ⁠_⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)…(⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)…(⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠)…Did you just steal my first kiss~??”

Taehyung: “Yes~! I’ll steal your heart too, mister. So better not look at others. You have me now. And I’m enough.”

Jungkook chuckled, his lips curving into a devilish grin.

He pulled Taehyung closer by the waist and whispered in his ear:

Jungkook: “I like it.”

Then he gently licked Taehyung’s ear and smirked, backing away.

Taehyung turned red like a cherry, his heart booming in his chest.

Everyone stared at the couple in complete shock.

But Taehyung~??

He didn’t care.

He was back.

And this time…

He was ready to love Jeon Jungkook with all he had.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

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The ceremony was over. Guests were whispering. Cameras were flashing. Everyone was staring at the new couple — Jeon Jungkook and Kim Ops JEON Taehyung.

Taehyung held Jungkook’s hand tightly.

They walked down the aisle together, waving goodbye.

Taehyung: “Let’s go home, Mr. husband~”

Jungkook nodded, not showing much emotion, but his hand never left Taehyung’s.

Outside the venue, a long, shining black luxury car waited for them.

It looked expensive. Of course. Jungkook was a billionaire.

Behind that car, four other black cars were parked — all for security. His mafia guards stood ready, their eyes scanning the area like hawks.

The driver opened the back door.

Taehyung slipped inside first, followed by Jungkook.

They sat close, the car starting to move slowly.

Inside, it was silent.

But not cold.

Taehyung kept staring at Jungkook. His soft brown eyes watch every movement. His teeth biting his bottom lip — nervous, curious, maybe even excited.

Jungkook noticed.

He smirked slightly, turning his face to him.

Jungkook: “Now you become a scary cat in front of a Jeon~??”

Taehyung’s lips curled up.

Taehyung: “Pfft—haha.”

Suddenly

He laughed quietly, then suddenly turned and sat on Jungkook’s lap.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, surprised but calm.

Taehyung leaned forward, bringing his fingers to Jungkook’s shirt.

Click. Click.

He unbuttoned two top buttons of Jungkook’s shirt, revealing some of his toned chest.

Taehyung: “It’s too hot here... I think your car is old. Maybe the AC doesn’t work~??”

Jungkook chuckled darkly, wrapping his arms slowly around Taehyung’s waist, locking him in place.

Jungkook: “It’s working perfectly fine. It’s just you… you’re being a scared little cat.”

Taehyung pouted cutely.

Taehyung: “I don’t like that name… call me kitten instead. Because I’m not scared or a cat.”

He leaned closer, his breath brushing against Jungkook’s ear. His voice turned husky, full of heat.

Taehyung (whispering): “Kitten sounds better, don’t you think~??”

Jungkook’s grin widened as he looked at him with dark eyes.

Jungkook: “Kitten~?? That’s… nice to hear. But this little kitten threatened me not to touch him… just a week ago when we met.”

Taehyung smirked, brushing his fingers over Jungkook’s chest slowly.

Taehyung: “Forget that. I was naive back then…”

Jungkook tilted his head.

Jungkook: “And now~??”

Taehyung winked.

Taehyung: “Now I’m sexy.”

Jungkook laughed. A real, low, dark laugh.

His strong hands held Taehyung tighter.

This boy, who once told him to back off…

Now he was teasing him, touching him, sitting on his lap like he owned him.

Jungkook leaned closer, brushing his nose against Taehyung’s cheek.

Jungkook: “You’re bold now, kitten. I like that.”

Taehyung (softly): “Good. Because I’m not going to stop *and not going to repeat my mistake*.”

Jungkook:" then I'm not going to stop either kitten."

Taehyung playing with Jungkook shirt look at him and smiling .....

Taeh" g: " who's stopping you 😏~??"

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

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