Chapter Three: The Word He Doesn't Know
Jeon Jungkook had survived gunfights, betrayals, and boardroom wars.
He had built an empire on silence, logic, and absolute control.
The man he accidentally married was currently sitting cross-legged on his imported suede couch, eating strawberries dipped in Nutella, wearing one of his oversized hoodies like it was no big deal.
Jeon Jungkook
"Do you not own your own clothes?"
He asked dryly, arms crossed, voice calm but questioning.
Taehyung shrugged, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
Kim Taehyung
"Yours are comfier, jaana."
He'd called him that thrice already —
Once in the hallway when he asked where the kitchen was, Twice while stealing his hoodie, and now while casually claiming his furniture and food like he belonged here.
Jeon Jungkook
"What does that mean?"
He looked up, licking Nutella off his thumb.
Jeon Jungkook
"That word. Jaana. What does it mean?"
He tilted his head, lips curling into the slightest smile — mischievous, innocent, impossible to read.
Kim Taehyung
"I don't know,"
Kim Taehyung
"Sounds cute though, right?"
He knew exactly what it meant.
Because the way he said it?
Like he wasn't a mafia king with blood on his hands — but something he wanted to keep close in the middle of the storm.
He told himself it was just a word.
And yet, every time he said it, something tugged inside him.
Something that had no place in his cold, precise world.
Jeon Jungkook
"Do you always make yourself at home like this?"
He asked, trying again to reclaim his emotional space.
Kim Taehyung
"Only when the home has good Wi-Fi, snacks, and a very grumpy but kinda hot Jaana roaming around in suits,"
He said without looking up, busy now with a cookie.
He stood up, stretching, hoodie rising just a little above his waist — revealing skin he wasn't supposed to notice but did.
Jeon Jungkook
"I'll assign you a room across the hall,"
Kim Taehyung
"You don't want to share a bed with your legally wedded wife?"
Jungkook raised a brow, voice low.
Jeon Jungkook
"You don't strike me as the type who wants to be anyone's wife."
Kim Taehyung
"I'm not. But I also don't mind stealing half the blanket."
He didn't come here to break his rules.
He just didn't care they existed.
And somehow... that made him even more dangerous.
He turned to leave, barefoot, humming softly — and then threw the word again over his shoulder like glitter:
Kim Taehyung
"Goodnight, jaana."
He stood there, unmoving.
Something very, very loud was beginning to stir.
Comments
babytaetae(tiger cub)
Jaana is a Persian word which means my dear or sweetheart something like this I guess 😗👉🏻👈🏻😗
2025-08-25
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babytaetae(tiger cub)
ohh jeon calm down now you are saying this but later you will be the one who going to beg him to wear your clothes or spoil him to the core ~/Doge//Doge//Heart//Heart/
2025-08-25
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babytaetae(tiger cub)
is this Jaana word is Persian author nim?😗
2025-08-25
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