A Proposal Wrapped In Trouble
Stranger in Boutique
The boutique’s golden lights shimmered against polished mirrors, reflecting a groom who was never meant to be. He adjusted the lapel of his suit, imagining the day his grandparents’ wish would finally be fulfilled.
Marriage.
Inheritance.
A future secured.
But the whispers he had overheard moments ago still echoed in his mind like poison.
Gossipers
“It’s not Taehyung’s wedding. In college how they just used to be attached to each other. Now his brother is marrying the same guy.”
Gossipers
“What can we say, his brother was always outstanding. Hyun-Soo made the right decision. That fake b**ch who was always proud must have a mud eating face now”
Taehyung’s fingers trembled as he unfolded the invitation card from his pocket. The letters gleamed in gold, cruel and undeniable.
His brother’s name. Not his.
How carefully he have selected the design, borders, color gold, which Hyun-Soo liked. His family too was very happy with the design. They also showed him the first printed one on video call. Congratulated him, his mother was so sweet while talking. His chest tightened, betrayal clawing at him. His stepmother and father had orchestrated everything, keeping him in the dark until it was too late. He should have known snakes could never change
Kim Taehyung
"Why.... Why him?" whispered to no one but himself.
Taehyung sank into the chair, the weight of deception pressing down on him. Just as his thoughts spiraled, the silence shattered
Outside the fitting room, hurried footsteps thundered down the corridor.
Shouts. Screams. The rough cadence of men chasing someone.
Before he could rise, the dressing room which was specially allotted with fitting room was in covered with hurried foot steps
Kim Taehyung
“What now?” he muttered, rising halfway from his seat.
Before he could stand fully, the door to his fitting room burst open.
A man stumbled inside, breathing a little heavy, hair dishevelled but not a speck of emotion on his face. His sharp suit was creased, his tie loosened, and his eyes—dark, piercing, unyielding—locked onto him with a predator’s intensity.
For a heartbeat, both froze.
Kim Taehyung
“Uh… are you lost?” he said blinking.
Then, without a word, the stranger lunged forward, pressing a hand firmly over his mouth.
Taehyung’s protest was muffled, his upright posture stiffening in shock.
The man’s palm was warm, his breathing harsh against the quiet room. He smelled faintly of gunpowder and cologne, the aura of danger clinging to him like a second skin. He looked every bit like a mafia fugitive, cornered and desperate.
Their gazes locked — one filled with suspicion, the other with urgency.
And then, the voices outside grew louder. Heavy boots stomped closer, echoing against the boutique’s marble floor.
The stranger’s grip tightened. His whisper was low, commanding, almost threatening: “Don’t make a sound.”
Taehyung’s heart pounded as the voices drew nearer, closer, until—
The dressing room’s main door began to creak open.
Random Mafia-looking guy
The door creaked open, shadows spilling into the fitting room. Taehyung’s heart thudded against his ribs, Jungkook's hand still firm over his mouth.
Jeon Jungkook
“Quiet,” Jungkook hissed, his voice low and sharp, like steel cutting through silence.
Taehyung’s wide doe eyes narrowed, glaring at him. He tried to mumble against Jungkook's palm, but it came out muffled nonsense
Jungkook leaned closer, his breath hot against Taehyung’s ear.
Jeon Jungkook
“Do you want them to find us?”
Taehyung blinked, then shook his head furiously. Jungkook's hand slowly dropped, though his gaze stayed locked on him — strict, unyielding.
Taehyung whispered, sarcasm dripping even in the tension
Kim Taehyung
“Oh sure, let’s just pretend this is normal. A random mafia-looking guy barges in, covers my mouth, and now I’m supposed to trust you? Great first impression.”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook's jaw tightened. “I don’t care what you think. Just stay silent.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung tilted his head, lips twitching into a smirk. “Silent? That’s hard. I’m naturally charming. People expect me to talk.”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook shot him a glare so sharp it could cut glass. “You’re insufferable.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung shrugged, whispering back, “And you’re bossy. Match made in heaven.”
Before Jungkook could retort, the voices outside grew louder.
“Check the rooms!” one of the men barked.
Heavy boots stomped closer.
Jungkook's expression hardened. He grabbed Taehyung’s ’s wrist, pulling him into the corner behind a rack of suits. Their bodies pressed close, hidden in the shadows.
Taehyung stumbled, nearly knocking over a hanger. Jungkook caught him, steadying him with one hand against his waist.
Jeon Jungkook
“Clumsy,” Jungkook muttered under his breath.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung grinned despite the danger. “What can I say? Graceful entrances aren’t my thing.”
The fitting room door swung wider. A flashlight beam cut across the floor, stopping just short of their hiding spot.
Jungkook's grip tightened on Taehyung , his voice a whisper edged with command.
Jeon Jungkook
“Not a sound. If they see us, we’re both dead.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung swallowed hard, sarcasm fading into nervous humor. “Dead? Wow. And here I thought my family drama was the worst thing tonight.”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook's eyes flicked to him, a brief flash of something beneath the strict exterior. “Stay close to me.”
The footsteps drew nearer. The beam of light hovered, then began to sweep toward the rack where they hid.
Taehyung’s breath caught. Jungkook's hand pressed firmly against his back, steady and protective.
The voices outside barked again — “There! Check that corner!”
The flashlight turned.
And the beam landed directly on their dressing corner...
You're Impossible!
The voices outside grew sharper, footsteps echoing closer. Jungkook's ’s eyes flicked to the door, calculating.
He shrugged off his dark coat in one swift motion, tossing it aside. His gaze darted to the rack of suits and cloaks hanging nearby.
Without hesitation, he pulled a long ceremonial jacket from the hanger — something meant for a groom’s grand entrance. He slipped it on, the fabric molding to his tall frame, transforming him instantly into a commanding figure.
Taehyung blinked, whispering sarcastically under the veil still half-slipped over his head.
Kim Taehyung
“Wow. Groom cosplay complete. You look like you’re about to walk down the aisle.”
Jungkook shot him a glare, but instead of answering, he grabbed Taehyung by the waist and pulled him flush against his chest. The sudden closeness made Taehyung stumble with the veil now that had fallen from the rack completely on his head covering his face.
Before Jungkook could stop him, Taehyung yanked it over his own head. The lace slipped down, framing his almond eyes and soft features.
Jeon Jungkook
“Hide your face,” Jungkook ordered, voice low and strict. “They can’t see you.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung muffled a laugh against the fabric. “Oh sure, just smother me. Very romantic.”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook tightened his grip, his arm firm around Taehyung ’s back. “Stop talking.”
But Taehyung couldn’t resist. His sarcasm slipped out even in danger.
Kim Taehyung
“You know, if anyone walks in right now, they’ll think we’re rehearsing our vows. ‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…’”
Jungkook's ’s jaw clenched, but his eyes softened for a fleeting second.
Jeon Jungkook
“You’re impossible.”
The door creaked wider. A flashlight beam swept across the room, landing on them.
From the doorway, one of the men muttered, “Looks like the groom and his bride. Just checking fittings. Wrong target.”
Another scoffed. “Tch. Let’s move. He’s not here."
The footsteps retreated, fading into silence.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, loosening his grip but not letting Taehyung go entirely. His voice dropped, softer now, though still edged with command.
Jeon Jungkook
“You almost ruined everything. But… you saved us too.”
Taehyung tilted his head, smirk tugging at his lips.
Kim Taehyung
“See? I’m useful. And adorable. Admit it.”
Jungkook's sigh was heavy, but his hand lingered at Taehyung’s waist.
Jeon Jungkook
“You’re reckless. And ridiculous.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung grinned. “And you’re rude and bossy.”
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