It was morning time 🌅

The sun was rising happily, cheerfully and making the city glow and shine like golden jewel by its sunlight.

The inhabitant of the city starts to wake up from there dreamland and with a cheerful and enthusiastic mood starts to do there work.

The first rays of dawn slipped gently through the glass doors, painting the room in soft gold. Amidst shelves lined with trophies from academic, competitions, quiz contests and certificates of excellence, sat an oddly contrasting sight rows of fluffy plushies toys that made the room look no less than a floating cloud.

On the bed, buried beneath a blanket almost as soft as him, lay Kim Taehyung. His delicate features glowed as the sunlight kissed his skin, his lashes fluttering at the intrusion. A sudden weight on the bed broke the stillness

Yeontan, his fluffy little companion, had jumped up, wagging his tail in excitement.

"Okay, okay, yeontan papa's awake", taehyung chuckled, his deep voice laced with morning huskiness as he stretched with a lazy yawn.

Dressed in a white sweatshirt and cream shorts, he looked less like a student who is getting ready for university and more like the prince of clouds ---- too soft, too radiant to belong to the real world. But like he belongs to the world clouds.

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Next to Taehyung cloud white mansion, side to it a different kind of kingdom stood tall - a dark, luxurious mansion that seemed to reject the morning sun. Inside, the dim glow of antique lamps fell upon walls adorned with medals and trophies, not of academics but of strength : boxing, music and other sports.

In the center of the room, Jeon Jungkook stirred. Muscles flexed as he pushed the alarm clock silent, dragging the black blanket off wearing an oversized black t-shirt and black shorts. Tattoos peeked from his left arm, his sharp frame radiating danger and dominance. His aura as heavy and untamed as powerful king, though in truth he was the unrivaled star of sports.

At the corner, Bam stirred awake at his dad movements. "Bam it's time to be awake, see DAD is awake. Lets to some exercise". Listening to his dad voice Bam response "woe… woe...". Jungkook smirked as he dropped to the floor, beginning his push-ups with perfect precision. Before shifting to boxing practice. The sound of his fists cutting through air filled the room until Bam trotted forward, nudging his dad playfully. A rare softness passed Jungkook face as he scratched behind Bam's ears before heading towards his morning routine.

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Where Taehyung was the soft king of intelligence, jungkook reigned as the dangerous king of strength.

Both were total opposite of each other.

Not only they themselves, but even their families stood on opposite ends.

Locked in a rivalry that had been passed down like an unbroken Bloodline, a legacy carried from one heir to the next. For generations, the feud had lived on, sharp yet strangely balanced, almost like a tradition of opposition.

But everything changed when the newest heirs. Those destined to continue the hostility---- dared to fall for one another.

Which only caused the hatred and rivalry to deepen, growing stronger with each passing moment.

In the heart of the sprawling mansion hidden behind golden curtains and soft morning light, there was a room that felt nothing less than a secret paradise. Beneath layers of a snow-white blanket lay two figures, entwined as through the universe itself had sculpted them to fit perfectly into each other's arms. Peaceful breaths rose and fell in unison, making them look like lovers touched by heaven.

Hoshi's eyes fluttered open first. Blinking away the haze of sleep, he turned his head-----

and there he was woozi. His husband, curled up against him like the gentlest of kittens, his lashes brushing his skin, his lips slightly parted in innocence. The slight alone made hoshi's heart melt. He leaned in without thinking, placing the softest kiss on woozi's cheek, a kiss as light as morning dew.

But before he could retreat, woozi's lashes quivered and his eyes opened, catching him in the act. With a mock pout and sweetest hint of mischief. He whispered, "and what about the other cheek? This feels soooooo

Unfair......."

Hoshi's laughter bubbled out in a tender chuckle, the kind that only woozi could have drawn from him. He leaned in again brushed another kiss on the untouched cheek, unable to resist his husband's playfulness.

...Hoshi shifted as if to rise, but woozi's hand shot out and clasped his, tugging him back down. Off balance, hoshi toppled onto woozi's chest with a soft thud, their eyes meeting at a...

Breath's distance.

"The cheeks got justice", woozi murmured, his voice low and teasing "But what about the lips? Shouldn't I get a morning kiss from my husband?"

The words sent heat flooding through hoshi's face, his cheeks blooming crimson. Yet, as though compelled by something deeper than shyness, He pressed a tender kiss to woozi's lips. "Good morning, hubby", he whispered, before springing up in flustered haste and darting toward the washroom, his heart pounding in his chest.

Left alone, woozi leaned back against the pillows, His fingertips brushing his lips where Hoshi's kiss still lingered like a secret. A slow, content smile curled across his face as he murmured, "Good morning, my little tiger" his voice held the warmth that could rival the sun itself.

Fresh from his morning routine, Taehyung padded down the grand staircase, wearing white jeans and a white colored tshirt clung to his frame with that a long creamed colored soft jacket. Making his appearance even more soft and cute type. His hair a little long and blond colored. Which was covering his forehead and half or little of his eyes from up.

The aroma of freshly made breakfast wafted through the air as he entered the dining room, only for the sight before him to make his smile drop instantly.

At one end of the long dinning table, Mr. Kim and Mrs. Kim were lost in their own world, sharing soft glances, whispering sweet nothing's and laughing at jokes no one else understood. Across from them, His elder brother woozi and his brother-in-law Hoshi were equally lost in their little bubble of stolen kisses and playful teases.

Taehyung froze on the threshold, blinking at the scene. His pout deepened as he dragged himself to a chair and sat down heavily, resting his palm.

"Why, God? Why?" he muttered dramatically, his voice dripping with fake misery. "As if it wasn't enough that I am ultra pro max single, now I have to watch not one, but two couple shows at breakfast. Wow....... what a blessing"

He let out a small exaggerated sigh, stabbing his fork into the pancake as though the poor dish had personally offended him. His family, of course, was too busy in their own little worlds to even notice the tragic end of the perfect looking pancake.

Taehyung:- And what about my tragic suffering of being a single 😡😤