Before Taehyung could answer, the door slid open with a soft hiss. Two figures entered, both tall, both dressed in sleek, dark suits that looked like they belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine from the future. Their faces were obscured by the low light, but their presence was magnetic-one carried himself with icy composure, the other with a kind of bored arrogance.
Jungkook
“Awake at last,” one of them said, voice cold and smooth.
Jungkook
“Good. We have things to discuss.”
Taehyung and Jimin exchanged panicked glances.
Jimin
“Who are you?” Jimin demanded, clutching a pillow like a shield.
Jungkook
The taller of the two stepped forward, his eyes sharp and unreadable. “Jeon Jungkook. Your husband.”
Taehyung
Taehyung choked on air. “Husband? Excuse me?”
The second man-slightly older, with a smirk that could freeze water-leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
Jungguk
“Jeon Jungguk. Also your husband. Don’t get any ideas about romance-I’m not interested. This is a contract. Two years, then we’re done. Don’t fall in love with me.”
Jimin
Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Wait, wait, wait. There must be a mistake. I didn’t agree to this!”
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