PROJECT K001

Untitled Part 49

The world outside had only just begun to stir—dew clinging to petals, fog kissing the windows, and the distant hum of estate staff returning to their morning routines. But inside the mansion, in the cocooned hush of the master suite, the trio hadn't yet returned to reality. Not fully.

Jungkook was still half-asleep, his legs tangled between two bodies that refused to let him go. V's palm was splayed against his stomach, anchoring him with a quiet, possessive firmness, while Taehyung's breath tickled the back of his neck, soft and warm like spring wind.

None of them had spoken yet.

They didn't need to.

The silence wasn't hollow—it was heavy with something new. A comfort born from acknowledgment. A peace that hadn't existed before that night. Now that it was named—love—it didn't feel as terrifying.

Jungkook let his eyes drift open, slow and reluctant, lashes fluttering as a ray of light caught the edge of the curtains. His first sight was the curve of V's throat, rising and falling beneath a collarbone he now knew by touch. There was a mark there—faint, fading—a bruise left by Jungkook's teeth when he'd gotten a little too worked up the night before. He traced it with a fingertip, smirking faintly to himself.

Behind him, Taehyung stirred.

"You're smirking," came the husky rasp against his ear. "That dangerous little smirk of yours."

Jungkook didn't answer. Just twisted his head back enough to graze a kiss across Taehyung's jaw. "Mhm."

"You're going to cause trouble again, aren't you?"

"Always," he whispered.

Then V shifted, his voice muffled and dark with sleep. "No trouble. Not yet. Just five more minutes."

Jungkook giggled, then instantly clamped his hands over his mouth as both twins groaned.

It was a domestic chaos now, the kind that had never existed in the mansion before. Taehyung's deep chuckles, V's slow-burning grumbles, and Jungkook's mischievous energy all crashed together like mismatched puzzle pieces—and somehow, it still fit perfectly.

"Alright," Taehyung said finally, stretching an arm over both their heads. "We have meetings today. Public ones."

Jungkook groaned, burying his face into V's chest. "Don't wanna. Wanna stay here. Forever."

"You could," V murmured, brushing his fingers through Jungkook's hair. "But then I'd just carry you into the boardroom anyway."

Jungkook snorted. "Imagine the headlines."

"They'd faint."

"Let them."

But even as he whined, Jungkook knew they had to face the world again. The night of the art exhibition had cracked the outer shell of secrecy. People had started to ask questions. Not about his identity, thankfully—the twins had done a flawless job shielding that—but about them. The sudden change in demeanor. The unusual warmth. The fact that two powerful, stoic CEOs had started leaving meetings early and attending private events like their lives depended on it.

He wasn't ready to reveal everything. But he was ready to walk beside them—just a step behind the curtain.

As Koo. As the artist.

Not yet as their husband.

But the time was approaching.

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Downstairs, the brunch table had been set. Long windows flooded the room with morning light. Silver trays revealed fruits, pastries, scrambled eggs, and glass pitchers of juice that Jungkook would absolutely pretend to drink before sneaking chocolate milk instead.