Jeon Jungkook(taekook)

The morning at the mansion began slowly and comfortably—warm light filtered through the heavy curtains, gilding the edges of the white sheets. The spacious bedroom was silent, broken only by the measured breathing of Jungkook, still asleep. Taehyung, waking up earlier, carefully slipped out of his arms, trying not to wake the man. His bare feet padded softly on the cold marble, and his chest ached with a quiet happiness—the knowledge that the one he loved most in the world was sleeping next to him in bed. The mansion's kitchen was spacious and bright. Golden morning light poured through the panoramic windows, caressing the white walls and reflecting off the dishes. Taehyung moved almost silently—whisking eggs for an omelet, chopping fruit, and brewing aromatic coffee. He loved these morning hours, when the whole house was still asleep and he could create a small miracle for his alpha—a warm, home-cooked breakfast, prepared with love. When the tray was ready, Taehyung looked out onto the terrace—rays of sunlight were already scattered there, igniting the dew on the leaves. He set up the table, arranged the plates, placed napkins, and a small bouquet of lavender in a vase. Everything looked simple, but there was so much warmth and care in it that even the chilly morning seemed softer. A few minutes later, footsteps were heard on the terrace. Jungkook appeared in the doorway—tall, with slightly tousled hair and a lazy smile on his lips. He was wearing only a light shirt, casually buttoned a couple of buttons. “You got up before me again, my light,” he said hoarsely, coming closer. Taehyung smiled shyly, looking away. — I wanted you to wake up in a good mood. Jungkook laughed quietly, hugged him around the waist and pulled him close, inhaling the familiar sweet scent.

• When you're around, I always wake up in a good mood. They sat down at the table, and time seemed to slow down. Jungkook caught his gaze and couldn't look away. The difference between them was palpable—the thirty-two-year-old alpha, confident and strong, and the eighteen-year-old omega, gentle and radiant, like the morning itself.