Vows of Betrayal | Jeon Jungkook

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I couldn't help but chuckle at the revelation I stumbled upon. "What! He is sixty-five now." I said, more to myself than him.

Jungkook, feigning a little jealousy, jokingly grabbed for my phone. "Why are you stalking Aragorn, of all people?" he teased, playfully attempting to snatch it from my grasp.

I laughed, holding the phone just out of his reach. "I'm not stalking him! I just happened to wonder how the cast is doing," I protested.

In the playful tussle for my phone, Jungkook managed to position himself between my legs. Laughter echoed through the room, and before we realized it, we were casually chatting, completely oblivious to the fact that we were now entangled on the sofa.

"Yeah, right." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Like I didn't see you fangirling over him the whole time."

"What can I do about him being a walking green flag?" I asked, finding amusement in Jungkook's sudden bitterness.

As the banter continued, Jungkook couldn't resist addressing my so-called crush collection with a mock face. "Is Henry Cavill now off of your 'celebrity crush list'?"

Rolling my eyes in playful exasperation, I replied. "Don't be ridiculous. I have more than one." His curiosity piqued and he leaned over, challenging me to reveal my list. "Okay, fine," I gave in, counting on my fingers. "There's Michael B. Jordan and Shah Rukh Khan."

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Shah Rukh Khan? Where did that come from?"

A smile played on my lips as I shared a little bit of nostalgia. "Well, Sophia used to watch Bollywood movies when I was a kid. We'd gather around the retro TV in her room, and those movies became a part of my younger years. I have some pretty good memories attached to them."

The room filled with a warm feeling of reminiscing about those moments spent with Sophia, the flickering images of Bollywood classics creating a fondness of cherished reminders.

He was supporting himself, elbows resting right next to my head as his playful demeanor softened and he realized that behind every crush there was a story, a connection, and a little piece of the past that added depth to the present.

Jungkook's smile turned into a sly grin as he teased. "So where do I, as your husband, stand among your crushes, Mrs. Fickle Heart?"

I couldn't help but giggle, relishing the opportunity to tease him right back. "Well, you're not a celebrity, so you don't even make the cut. Sorry," I replied, fully aware that I was messing with his ego.

He huffed in mock indignation, a playful scowl crossing his features. "What does Aragorn have that I don't?" he asked, challenging me to justify my fictional affections.

I shrugged, a mischievous twinkle in my eyes. "He's brave, strong, yet soft and caring for his people and friends."

Jungkook raised an unbelieving eyebrow. "Sounds like someone I know."

I couldn't resist pushing his buttons a little more, stifling a laugh as I compared him to a character he probably wasn't expecting. "Well, you were pretty obsessed with that ring," I held up the hand with the ring on my fourth finger. "Like someone else," I teased, adopting a faux sinister voice just like Gollum's. "Get your ring first, my precioussss."

His offended expression was almost too much to bear, but I couldn't hold back my laughter as he also recalled the conversation in his office a few months ago. Before I knew it, Jungkook retaliated by poking me in the side in annoyance.