Hello, guys! This is my new story. This story is based on an Indian theme with female Tae as bottom and male Jungkook as the top are the main characters. I hope you enjoy their journey filled with emotions, drama, and unforgettable moments.this story mainly focussing on taekook

 there is no cheating, angst .it if fluffy , chaotic, fun and romantic And it is a happy ending!!!!

                Introduction

Taehyung had always been the kind of girl others looked up to—graceful, intelligent, and disciplined. At 23, she had just completed her master's in Fine Arts and was already being considered for a junior lecturer position at a prestigious college. Her life was a straight line of achievements. Teachers loved her. Parents used her as an example. She had little time for anything outside her goals.

Jungkook, 18 and still in his final year of high school, was the complete opposite. He was impulsive, popular, and confident—sometimes too confident for his own good. He came from a wealthy family with political connections, and while he wasn't exactly reckless, he was used to getting his way. He hated being compared. And unfortunately, he was compared to Taehyung—a lot.

Their families knew each other well, often attending the same events and parties. That’s where Jungkook first met her—not as a student, not as a peer, but as "that perfect noona" everyone kept praising.

She had corrected his grammar once at a charity gala.

He never forgot it.

From that moment on, he disliked her. It wasn’t hatred exactly—it was more complicated than that. He saw her as someone who represented everything he couldn’t stand: control, responsibility, and the suffocating expectations of adulthood.

While Taehyung barely noticed Jungkook, he watched her with a mix of resentment and fascination. He thought she was fake—too perfect to be real. And somewhere deep inside, he wanted to expose that. To show everyone she wasn’t as flawless as they believed.

But neither of them expected that a scandal—one neither caused but both were tied to—would force their names together in a marriage neither wanted.

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Jungkook's resentment grew with every event where Taehyung shined. It wasn't just the way she spoke so fluently, or how adults always leaned in when she talked-it was how effortlessly she made him feel less. And even worse, she didn't try to do it. She just existed that way.

So Jungkook made a decision.

He would expose her.

Not with something reckless, but with something smart-calculated. He would find the cracks in her perfection and let the world see them.

It started with casual observations. He watched her at gatherings, listened in on her conversations.

"She's always on," he muttered to himself during a school fundraiser, watching her charm a group of parents. "No one's that perfect all the time."

He noticed things no one else seemed to: how her smile dropped the second people turned away, how she seemed tired beneath her eyes, how she left early from parties and always walked alone to her car.

One night, he followed her out after a charity event.

"You always leave before the crowd dies down," he said, stepping into the parking lot light. "Trying to avoid someone?"

She jumped slightly, hand gripping her bag tighter. "What are you doing out here?"

"Just...observing," Jungkook said, voice casual. "You're not really the life of the party once the show's over, huh?"

Taehyung looked at him, eyes cool but unreadable. "Everyone performs, Jungkook. You just don't like when someone does it better."

He didn't have a response. Not a real one.

He had expected to find arrogance or deceit. Instead, he found a girl carrying the crushing weight of everyone's expectations.

But it didn't stop him.

Not yet.

He tried befriending her younger sister at first, pretending to be interested in helping with schoolwork.

"So, uh," Jungkook said, flipping through a textbook. "Your sister always so...perfect?"

The girl laughed. "You sound like half the school. Tae's just-she works really hard, you know? Like, scary hard."

"Yeah?" he said, feigning indifference. "Even at home?"

"Especially at home," she whispered, as if it were a secret. "She cries sometimes. she thinks I don't hear. But I do."

It frustrated him even more.

Taehyung wasn't cold-she was guarded. Always composed, always on edge. Almost like she was afraid to make a mistake.

And now, Jungkook didn't know if he wanted to expose her anymore...

Or understand her.

---

The evening was lit with celebration-firecrackers bursting in the sky, laughter echoing through the streets, and music thumping from the grand wedding hall in their neighborhood. Jungkook, dressed sharply in a fitted black suit, wandered through the crowd, already restless.

.

... (Jungkook looks)

He should've felt joy. This was his cousin's big day, after all.

But something felt... off.

That's when he saw her.

Taehyung.

(Taehyung's looks)

Not among the guests. Not near the dance floor or buffet or even the edge of the celebration.

She was across the street, standing beneath a dim lamp post, whispering to a guy Jungkook didn't recognize. The man wore a dark hoodie pulled low over his head. He kept glancing around nervously.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed.

Who the hell is that?

He wasn't just struck by the secrecy of it-it was Taehyung's face that made him pause. She wasn't smiling. Her brows were furrowed, her arms crossed tight. She looked unsure. Nervous.

Almost... afraid?

Then she followed the man.

She glanced around once, then slipped behind the building, into the alley no one ever used.

Jungkook's stomach dropped.

Without hesitation, he moved, weaving through the crowd and down the steps, unnoticed. The music grew fainter behind him.

He stuck to the shadows, careful not to make a sound.

As he reached the alley's edge, he heard his voice.

"Just take it... and stay quiet."

He handed the man something-an envelope. Her fingers trembled slightly.

The man look at her smirking.

"Not so pure now, are you?"

Taehyung flinched, but didn't reply.

He sneered as he stepped closer.

"You thought you could erase the past? Pretend like it never happened? That you're some kind of angel now?"

Taehyung's voice shook.

"You took those without my permission... I was only 19..."

"Doesn't matter," he said flatly. "The internet won't care. They'll eat it up. You know how this works, sweetheart. You smile in one photo, cry in the next-and it's over. Your clean little image? Gone."

She blinked rapidly, her breaths quickening. Her knuckles whitened around the envelope.

"Please," she whispered, "I've done everything you asked. Just... leave me alone."

"Not quite. One more thing." He stepped in, voice lowering to a growl. "Come with me. Tonight. Or this goes viral."

Taehyung froze. Her lips parted but no sound came out.

The man grabbed Taehyung's arm roughly, pulling her toward the back door of the building, his grip tight enough to bruise. She stumbled, but didn't fight back. There was a helplessness in her eyes-fear that she couldn't mask, no matter how hard she tried.

"You think I'm joking?" the man spat. "You owe me. Now come with me, or I'll make sure everyone knows exactly who you are."

Her body tensed with every word, but she didn't respond. She just let him drag her toward a secluded room in the back of the venue, where nobody could hear.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had followed at a distance, still holding the photos he had taken earlier. He had only intended to capture the evidence-pictures of the secret meeting, of Taehyung's mysterious interaction-but as the man pulled her into the room, something changed inside him.

He could feel his pulse quicken. The man wasn't just threatening her anymore. His movements were aggressive. Taehyung was visibly distressed.

Jungkook stepped closer, peeking around the corner of the door just as the man shoved it open, dragging her inside.

"You can't make me do this," Taehyung's voice cracked. "Please... just let me go."

Her words were desperate. But what Jungkook saw next made his stomach twist.

The man slammed the door behind them and turned, his hands grabbing Taehyung's shoulders roughly.

"I don't think you have a choice," he growled.

Jungkook's heart raced. He didn't know what was happening in that room, but he knew one thing for sure: Taehyung wasn't just trying to hide a relationship. She was in danger.

BANG!

He slammed his shoulder into the door. It crashed open, slamming against the inside wall with a violent clang.

Jungkook stood frozen for a moment, his body shaking with anger and fear as he saw the damage the man had caused. Taehyung was on the floor, her clothes slightly torn, her face pale, her eyes wide in shock. Her body trembled, as though the terror was still coursing through her veins.

The man turned toward Jungkook, a sickening grin on his face. He seemed almost unfazed by the scene he'd just caused.

"You should've stayed out of this, kid," the man sneered, moving toward the door. "This isn't your fight."

Jungkook's fists clenched at his sides, his body shaking with a mix of fury and helplessness. But the moment the man took a step toward the exit, Jungkook rushed forward, throwing himself into the fight. He didn't care about the consequences anymore-he couldn't stand the thought of this man getting away with what he'd done.

With all his strength, Jungkook threw a punch, hitting the man square in the jaw. The force of it sent him stumbling back, but he quickly regained his balance.

"You think you can stop me?" the man spat, his eyes full of malice.

Jungkook swung again, his rage blinding him. But the man was quick-he caught Jungkook's arm and twisted it behind his back.

The two struggled in the cramped space, their bodies crashing into the walls. Jungkook refused to give up. Every punch he landed, every hit he took, was for Taehyung.

Finally, with a well-aimed knee to the man's stomach, Jungkook broke free. He pushed the man away from him, and for a moment, they both stood there, panting and glaring at each other.

"You're not leaving here without consequences," Jungkook snarled.

But the man only smirked, wiping blood from his lip.

"You think you've won?" he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. "I'll make sure this gets worse for her. You have no idea what's coming."

He turned and walked toward the door, but not before locking it with a cold click.

"Enjoy the silence," the man said, his voice dark as he looked back one last time. "I'll be gone, but she'll always remember."

The man vanished into the shadows, leaving Jungkook standing there, breathless and furious. Taehyung hadn't moved. Her eyes were wide, still distant. The room felt suffocating.

---

Jungkook's heart raced. He knew he had to get out of the room and find help, but he couldn't leave Taehyung like this. He rushed to the door and tried the handle, only to realize the man had locked it.

"Noona," he whispered, turning to her, his voice laced with urgencyp. "We need to get out. Now."

Her eyes met his, but there was no recognition in them. Fear. Shock. Disbelief.

Jungkook couldn't stand seeing her like this. He yanked at the door handle again, his panic rising. But the lock wouldn't budge. He turned back to her, desperate.

"Noona, please... I need you to focus. We'll get out of here. Just stay with me."

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, very slowly, Taehyung pushed herself off the floor. She wasn't crying, not yet, but her body seemed to shake as though it couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

"I... I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jungkook's heart broke, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He needed to get them out, and fast.