What!!. My Husband Is a Vampire?( ᵗᵃᵉᵏᵒᵒᵏ)
A Glimpse of Spring
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Spring had finally arrived in Seoul, chasing away the last stubborn traces of winter.
Nature herself seemed to exhale with relief, painting the city in soft hues of pink and white as cherry blossoms burst into full bloom along every street and riverbank.
The gentle wind traced its fingers through the delicate petals, sending them dancing through the air like nature's own confetti.
Birds chirped merrily from their perches, their songs weaving through the rustling leaves, celebrating the season of renewal.
Everywhere, life moved in its usual rhythm people hurrying to work, students clutching books, street vendors setting up their stalls.
Seoul hummed with its characteristic energy, the city breathing with the collective purpose of its millions of souls.
But at the heart of the city, towering above the bustling streets, sat a mansion that seemed to belong to another era entirely.
Its ancient stones whispered stories of power and legacy, of blood and sweat poured into building an empire that now stood unchallenged.
The Jeon family name carried weight that made even the most powerful men tremble they had built their fortune not through luck, but through iron will and unwavering determination.
No one dared to challenge the Jeon family's authority.
Inside the grand mansion, the morning sun streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden rectangles across the polished marble floors.
The dining room, despite its extravagant chandeliers and antique furniture, felt warm almost cozy as the Jeon family gathered around the long mahogany table for their breakfast.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of warm pastries and sizzling eggs.
Crystal glasses caught the morning light, throwing tiny rainbows across the white tablecloth.
It was a scene of quiet luxury, but the atmosphere was anything but formal.
Jungkook sat at the table, his perfectly tailored black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms.
He stabbed at his eggs with perhaps more aggression than necessary, clearly hoping that his focused expression would discourage conversation.
His mother, Mrs. Jeon go-eun, elegantly sipped her tea, her eyes twinkling with mischief that seemed far too playful for a woman of her status.
She watched her son with the calculating gaze of a mother who had known him since he was a squalling infant and was not about to be fooled by his "cold CEO" act.
jeon Go-eun
"Jungkook," she began, her voice deceptively sweet
jeon Go-eun
"when are you going to marry?" 😌
Jungkook's fork paused mid-air. He let out a long-suffering sigh, the kind that only a son who had heard this question a thousand times could produce.
jeon jungkook
"Mom," he said, not even bothering to look up from his plate
jeon jungkook
"not again. Can't you see I'm eating peacefully?"
He punctuated the question with a dramatic roll of his eyes, hoping to convey just how utterly done he was with this conversation.
jeon Go-eun
Mrs. Jeon set down her teacup with a sharp clink. "Seriously, brat? What do you think about yourself?"
jeon Go-eun
She leaned forward, her perfectly manicured finger pointing at him accusingly. "Do you think you're still a baby? You're fucking thirty, Jungkook."
Jungkook finally looked up, his expression a masterpiece of teenage-level exasperation trapped in a grown man's face.
jeon jungkook
"Yeah, Mom. It's thirty. Not thirteen. So stop forcing me into this bullshit."
He rolled his eyes again for good measure, reaching for his coffee but before his fingers could close around the cup, a hand shot out and flicked his forehead with surprising accuracy.
jeon jungkook
"Ow!" Jungkook recoiled, rubbing his forehead and glaring at the culprit.
Mr. Jeon, a distinguished man with silver-streaked hair and the same sharp jawline he had passed down to his son, sat with perfect posture, his expression one of mock sternness.
jeon gong yoo
"Brat, don't roll your eyes at my wife."
jeon gong yoo
I'll pluck them right out of your head."
jeon jungkook
Jungkook's jaw dropped. "Don't overact, Dad. She's my mom."(눈‸눈)
jeon gong yoo
"Tch." Mr. Jeon waved a dismissive hand.
jeon gong yoo
"She's still my wife. So respect her and by extension, respect me."
Mrs. Jeon giggled actually giggled, like a schoolgirl and leaned over to squeeze her husband's cheek. Her lips found his cheek in a loud, exaggerated smooch.
Jungkook watched the display with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust, his nose scrunching up as if he had just smelled something foul.
jeon jungkook
"Can you two have some shame?"(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
He demanded, pointing his fork at them accusingly.
jeon jungkook
"I'm your son! you. Cringe old couple."
Mr. and Mrs. Jeon both pressed their hands to their chests in perfect synchronization, their expressions wounded.
jeon Go-eun
"We're cringe?" Mrs. Jeon asked, her voice dripping with feigned hurt.
jeon jungkook
"Yes," Jungkook confirmed flatly.
jeon gong yoo
Ging you puffed out his chest, a smug smile spreading across his face. "So what?"
jeon gong yoo
"That's the reason you're in this world, son." He winked at his wife, who giggled again
Jungkook stared at his father with the judgmental intensity of a man who had seen too much and was permanently scarred by it.
His eyes narrowed into slits, his lips pressed into a thin line.
jeon jungkook
"Tch." He pushed back his chair, the legs scraping against the marble floor.
jeon jungkook
"I'm leaving. I have work. I don't want to see your shameless PDA any longer."
He stood, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of his chair
jeon Go-eun
Mrs. Jeon called after him, her voice sing-song and teasing, "You say that now, but you'll be just like this when you're married too!"
She stuck her tongue out at her son a gesture so utterly childish that it made Jungkook's eye twitch.
jeon jungkook
Jungkook shook his head, a mix of exasperation and reluctant fondness tugging at the corners of his lips. "In your dreams, Maa," he muttered, but there was no real bite in his voice.
He strode out of the dining room, his footsteps echoing through the grand hallway.
The moment he was out of sight, the stern mask of the cold CEO began to slide back into place but not before a soft smile flickered across his face, there and gone in an instant.
His parents were ridiculous. Absolutely, shamelessly, embarrassingly ridiculous.
And Jungkook wouldn't trade them for the world.
The warmth of their chaotic love followed him like a quiet companion as he climbed into his sleek black car and drove toward the steel and glass tower that housed his empire.
The cold mask settled firmly over his features, ready for another day of being the ruthless, untouchable CEO that everyone expected him to be.
But beneath it all, the ghost of that soft smile lingered.
Because even the coldest hearts need a little warmth to survive.
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The Chaotic Morning Routine~
Jungkook's sleek black car pulled up to the towering glass building that served as the headquarters of Jeon Enterprises.
The moment the engine cut off, his security guard stepped forward with practiced precision, opening the car door with a respectful bow.
Jungkook emerged, his long legs unfolding from the vehicle with effortless grace.
He adjusted his perfectly fitted black coat, tugging at the cuffs as if ensuring every thread was in its proper place.
He adjusted his perfectly fitted black coat, tugging at the cuffs as if ensuring every thread was in its proper place.
His expression cold, unreadable, carved from marble settled over his features like a mask he had worn for so long it had become second nature.
He walked toward the entrance, his footsteps echoing against the polished concrete.
Employees scattered like leaves before a storm, pressing themselves against walls and bowing their heads as he passed.
:"Good morning, CEO Jeon."
He acknowledged each greeting with nothing more than a curt nod no smile, no warmth, just the barest tilt of his chin that said I see you, now get back to work.
No one dared to linger. No one dared to meet his eyes for too long.
The elevator ride to the top floor was silent.
The doors slid open to reveal the executive floor, where his private office waited like a glass throne overlooking the city.
Jungkook strode into his cabin, the door clicking shut behind him.
He dropped into his leather CEO chair with a sigh that was almost almost human. His hand reached for the intercom to call his assistant.
The door flew open without warning.
Jungkook's hand froze mid-air.
A beautiful man stepped inside, his smile so bright it could rival the sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He carried a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, his hips swaying with a confidence that bordered on arrogant.
park jimin
"Good morning brat😏, did you miss my beautiful face"
Jungkook's eye twitched. He rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they stayed in their sockets.
jeon jungkook
"Seriously, Hyung?" Jungkook leaned back in his chair, his expression one of pure exasperation.
jeon jungkook
"You don't need to smile like eee" He made a vague gesture at Jimin's entire face. "like some kind of... sunshine demon. It's too early for this."😒🙄
Jimin's smile didn't falter. If anything, it widened, taking on a sharp edge.
He set the coffee down on Jungkook's desk with more force than necessary, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim.
park jimin
"Shut up, brat," Jimin said sweetly, patting the cup
park jimin
"Just drink it."
jeon jungkook
Jungkook's eyebrows shot up. His lips curled into a mocking smirk. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
jeon jungkook
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly. "Brat, huh?"
jeon jungkook
He leaned forward, his smirk turning smug. "When a shorty like you dares to call me a brat..."
He didn't get to finish his sentence.
A fist connected with his cheek.
Jungkook's head snapped to the side, his hand flying up to cup his abused cheek.
The impact hadn't actually hurt Jimin pulled his punches, always but the audacity.
park jimin
"Say that again, brat!" Jimin's eyes glittered with mischief, his fist still raised.
park jimin
"I DARE YOU! 😈"
Jungkook's head slowly turned back to face his cousin. His cheek was already reddening, but instead of anger, a cold, predatory laugh escaped his lips.
And just like that, the room erupted into chaos.
Chairs scraped. Papers flew. Coffee splashed.
Two grown men both heirs to enormous fortunes, both holding prestigious positions in the company grappled with each other like children fighting over the last piece of candy.
park jimin
"Your face is so punchable!"
jeon jungkook
"Says the guy who needs stilts to reach my chin!"
park jimin
"YOU'RE FEW INCH TALLER THAN ME, JEON JUNGKOOK!"
jeon jungkook
"ONE INCH IS ONE INCH, SHORTY!"
Outside the office, the staff continued their work without so much as a glance toward the closed door.
The sounds of shouting and thumping furniture were as familiar as the morning coffee run.
This is just how it is, their expressions seemed to say. Ever since Park Jimin joined as the CEO's assistant.
What no one outside the family knew was that Jimin and Jungkook weren't just boss and assistant.
They were cousins two halves of a chaotic whole, raised together, trained together, and absolutely insufferable together.
If Jungkook and Jimin were disasters, then the man responsible for raising them into those disasters had a name.
Jeon Seokjin.
Jeon Seokjin, a man whose verbal venom had been known to make grown men weep.
Jungkook had Jimin in a headlock. Jimin was trying to bite his arm.
jeon jungkook
"You—absolute—menace—" Jungkook grunted.
park jimin
"Let—go—you—overgrown—rabbit—" Jimin wheezed.
Suddenly The door opened.
Kim Namjoon stepped inside, his expression a mixture of disappointment and exhaustion.
The HR director tall, broad-shouldered, with glasses perched perfectly on his nose and an aura of quiet authority took in the scene before him.
Jungkook and Jimin froze mid-wrestle
Namjoon sighed. It was a heavy sigh, the kind that carried the weight of a thousand such incidents.
kim namjoon
"Ugh." He pinched the bridge of his nose.
kim namjoon
"You two brats..." He pointed at them with the authority of a man who had long ago stopped being surprised.
kim namjoon
"Yeah, get up. Both of you. You idiots. This is an office. You have duties."
Jungkook released Jimin immediately. They scrambled apart, straightening their disheveled clothes with feigned dignity.
Jungkook's ears turned pink actually pink as he looked at Namjoon.
His usual cold mask cracked, replaced by something almost shy. ( our jungkookie have crush on joonie hyung 🤪)
The sight of his crush always did this to him. It was embarrassing. It was pitiful. And no one could ever know.
jeon jungkook
"H-hyung," Jungkook stammered, pointing at Jimin with an accusing finger.
jeon jungkook
"It's him. Not me. He started it."
park jimin
Jimin's jaw dropped. "You fucking asshole!" He jabbed a finger back at Jungkook.
park jimin
"Are you kidding me? It was YOU. YOU called me short! 🫵😤"
jeon jungkook
"Because you ARE short!"
kim namjoon
"ENOUGH(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ." Namjoon's voice cut through their bickering like a blade. He rubbed his temples, a headache already forming.
kim namjoon
"Ugh. This is exactly why I said not to let best friends work together." He glared at them both.
kim namjoon
"But did anyone listen? No. No one listens to Kim Namjoon."
Jimin and Jungkook exchanged guilty glances.
Namjoon picked up a stack of files from Jungkook's desk files that had, conveniently, been his task to complete. He shoved them into Jungkook's chest, then thrust another pile into Jimin's arms.
kim namjoon
"Here," Namjoon said, his voice brooking no argument.
kim namjoon
"Do these. All of them. Today. And don't come out of this office until they're finished."
jeon jungkook
"But Hyung it's yo—" Jungkook started
Jungkook's mouth snapped shut.
Namjoon turned toward the door, a ghost of a smile flickering across his face a smile that had absolutely nothing to do with the two idiots he had just scolded.
His eyes softened, and his steps quickened just slightly.
Because waiting for him in the hallway, leaning against the wall with a lazy grin and arms crossed over his broad chest, was his husband.
The handsome, brilliant, utterly infuriating man who made Namjoon's heart race even after all these years.
Namjoon slipped out of the office, the door clicking shut behind him.
Inside, Jungkook and Jimin stood in silence for a moment, clutching their piles of paperwork.
jeon jungkook
Then Jungkook muttered, "He's so hot when he's angry."
park jimin
Jimin gagged. "I'm telling Seokjin Hyung you said that."
jeon jungkook
"You wouldn't dare."
jeon jungkook
"Try me, shorty."
park jimin
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORTY—"
The fight started all over again.
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Love, Chaos, and Unfinished Paperwork
After their tantrum which involved a flying stapler, two thrown pens, and one near-death experience with a potted plant Jungkook and Jimin finally gave up.
They slumped into their respective chairs, sulking like two children forced to eat their vegetables, and began working through the mountain of paperwork Namjoon had dumped on them.
But their glares spoke volumes.
Jungkook scribbled furiously on a document, his jaw tight.
Jimin typed with aggressive precision, his perfectly manicured nails clicking against the keyboard like angry raindrops.
park jimin
"This is all your fault,(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ" Jimin muttered, not looking up from his screen.
jeon jungkook
Jungkook's pen froze. He slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "Oh? I don't know that you're some kind of saint angel." (ಠ益ಠ)
park jimin
Jimin's head snapped up, a sickly sweet smile spreading across his face. "Oh, I am! But it slipped away from your coconut bunny head." (ʘᴗʘ✿)
jeon jungkook
Jungkook's eye twitched. "Tch. Angel my ass." ಠ益ಠ
park jimin
"Aish, your ass is the only thing angelic about you."
jeon jungkook
"At least I HAVE an ass, you flat-backed—"
park jimin
"FINISH THAT SENTENCE AND I WILL END YOU—"
Meanwhile, in Namjoon's office...
Namjoon had Seokjin pinned against the wall, one hand braced beside his husband's head, the other gripping his waist with desperate possessiveness.
Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was anything but gentle hungry, claiming, the kind of kiss that spoke of hours of stolen moments and years of marriage that still hadn't dulled the fire.
Seokjin's fingers tangled in Namjoon's hand, but his eyes glittered with mischief.
He hated being dominated loved it when Namjoon tried, loved it even more when he proved he could escape.
With a fluid twist of his hips, Seokjin slipped out of Namjoon's grip and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck instead.
Their lips never broke apart. The kiss deepened, softer now but no less intense, as Seokjin pulled Namjoon impossibly closer.
jeon kim seokjin
"Long day?" Seokjin asked between the kiss
Namjoon let out a tired sigh before pulling away from the kiss and wrapping him in a brief hug
kim namjoon
"You have no idea."
jeon kim seokjin
Seokjin chuckled, smoothing the wrinkles from Namjoon's tie. "I figured. I could hear your two problem children arguing from the hallway."
kim namjoon
Namjoon laughed. "I'm convinced they're trying to shorten my lifespan."
jeon kim seokjin
"Probably," Seokjin agreed with a grin.
kim namjoon
"you know i love you," namjoon whispered against his lips then again kissed him
jeon kim seokjin
"I love you more," seokjin breathed back.
kim namjoon
"ani, its mee"
jeon kim seokjin
"I love you most."
kim namjoon
"That's not grammatically—"
jeon kim seokjin
"Shut up and kiss me, nerd."
Namjoon laughed into the kiss, his hands finding Seokjin's waist, pulling him flush against his body. The world outside ceased to exist.
Back to the chaotic duo...
Hours passed. The sun, which had been high and bright when they started, began its slow descent toward the horizon.
Golden light spilled through the windows, painting the office in warm hues.
Finally, finally, Jungkook set down his last document with a triumphant flourish.
jeon jungkook
"Done," he announced.
park jimin
Jimin tossed his own pen aside. "Finally." He stretched his arms above his head, his joints popping audibly
park jimin
"i thought I was going to die in this office."
Jungkook shuffled through the completed files, his brow furrowing. He counted. Recounted. Counted again.
park jimin
"What now?" (눈_눈)
jeon jungkook
Jungkook held up a single sheet of paper. "We have one left."
Jimin blinked. He looked at the paper. Looked at his bag, which was already packed. Looked at the clock.
park jimin
"Five PM," he said flatly.
jeon jungkook
"Yes, five PM—"
park jimin
"My shit is done." Jimin stood abruptly, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
park jimin
"I'm leaving, brat, don't forget to miss me " (ツ)
jeon jungkook
Jungkook's jaw dropped. "Wait, what? We have one paper left! You can't go!"
park jimin
Jimin was already walking toward the door, his hips swaying with infuriating confidence. "Tch. It's already five, and my work is done. So I'm going."
jeon jungkook
"Nah, you can't—"
park jimin
"YES I CAN." Jimin spun around, pointing a finger at his cousin with deadly precision.
park jimin
Jungkook. I have a boyfriend waiting for me.(✿^‿^)" He flipped his hair dramatically.
Jungkook's eye twitched. He watched the sassy little menace sashay out of the office, the door clicking shut behind him.
Then, a soft pout crept onto Jungkook's lips. He stared at the door, then at the single remaining paper, then back at the door.
Half of him wanted to be mingling. To have someone waiting for him, someone who would look at him the way Yoongi looked at Jimin, the way Namjoon looked at Seokjin.
But the other half the louder half reminded him that relationships meant responsibility. They meant vulnerability. They meant opening himself up to the kind of pain that could shatter a person.
So Jungkook picked up his pen, lowered his head, and continued working.
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