Novel Love

  It all started at 5:30 AM. The Kim Mansion, usually a haven of elegant tranquility, was quiet. Too quiet. Only the soft rustling of maids preparing breakfast could be heard. But even they paused now and then, throwing side-eyes to one another, whispering about how early a certain someone had woken up. “Did you see Master Jungkook today? He was already dressed and grinning when I passed by the hall,” whispered one maid. “And he was in a very good and cheerful mood today, just like a bouncy bunny hopping around,” Soojin added, looking at Jungkook with eyes full of adoration. “That’s exactly the problem,” the head maid deadpanned. “He’s planning something. I am already looking ahead to today's drama.” And oh, was he ever. Down the hall, Jungkook was tiptoeing past Taehyung’s study, holding a small remote and a very smug grin. Last night’s harmless teasing and playful bites weren’t enough for him. His Hyungie was too innocent and naïve sometimes. How can he not notic...

  The bedroom was steeped in the soft glow of the moonlight slipping through the curtains. The once flickering candlelight had melted down to silence, and in the cozy aftermath of their emotional evening, Taehyung lay with Jungkook wrapped tightly around him like a vine—arms locked around his waist, legs tangled in his, and his cheek nestled in the crook of Taehyung's neck. It was peaceful. Until—Taehyung flinched slightly. A soft nibble. Then another. He blinked awake, confusion giving way to amusement as he realized it was Jungkook—still deep in sleep—gently biting at the base of his neck, mumbling something incoherent. Taehyung tilted his head slightly, stifling a chuckle. “What are you dreaming about, bunny?” He listened closely. Jungkook’s brows were faintly furrowed, lips barely moving as little sounds slipped through. “…H-Hyungggg…aah….mm… hubb-y…aah….so..go…ahh..ood… ” he mumbled between sleepy moans and murmurs. Taehyung’s eyes widened a bit, a slow, know...