Taehyung gently pulled back from the kiss, his eyes still shining with emotion as he gazed at Jungkook in the flowing gown. He reached up, his fingers tenderly tracing the line of Jungkook's jaw, then brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. The profound intimacy of the moment, coupled with Jungkook's earlier confession, had woven a new, even deeper layer into their connection.

"Your dream, Bunny Boss," Taehyung murmured, his voice soft, "it was so beautiful. So personal." He looked at the gown, then back at Jungkook's eyes. "Did it... did it come from somewhere? From a memory?"

Jungkook's gaze softened further, a wistful, distant look entering his eyes. He reached out, his hand gently covering Taehyung's on his cheek. He pulled Taehyung a little closer, settling him comfortably against his chest, the soft velvet of the gown rustling around them.

"It did," Jungkook confirmed, his voice a low, almost meditative hum. "A very old memory. From when I was just a child, even before my teen years." He paused, looking out towards the twinkling lights of Seoul, as if seeing a different time, a different place.

"My mother," Jungkook began, his voice tinged with a delicate nostalgia. "She was... particular. Very private. She rarely showed much emotion to anyone else, but she had a profound love for my father. A very deep, quiet devotion."

Taehyung listened intently, silently urging Jungkook to continue. It was rare for Jungkook to speak of his past, especially of his family.

"When my father would come home from his work," Jungkook continued, "especially after a long, difficult trip, or when he simply wanted to show her how much he cherished her... my mother would sometimes wear these gowns. Not for grand parties, never for public display. Just for him. For my father. In the quiet of our home."

He looked down at the silk velvet flowing around him, a ghost of a smile touching his lips.

"She had a collection of them. Beautiful, flowing things, often in rich, dark colors, just like this. And sometimes, they would have a neckline... not as deep as this, perhaps, but elegant enough to hint at the beauty beneath. She believed it was a way to welcome him home, to show him her personal affection, her beauty just for him."

Jungkook's gaze returned to Taehyung, filled with a warmth that glowed in the softly lit room.

"I would sometimes see her, just before he arrived, or after she thought I was asleep. She looked... breathtaking. Like a secret queen, only for her king. And I remember thinking, even as a child, that if I ever found someone I loved like that, someone I cherished with that kind of devotion, I would want to do the same. I would want to look like that for them. To offer them that kind of beauty, that kind of intimacy."

He tightened his arms around Taehyung, pulling him even closer, the soft fabric of the gown enveloping them both.

"You, dramatic darling, are that person. You have seen me in every possible light, accepted every part of me. And you asked me to wear this for you. To give you this. It's a privilege. You've brought a very old, very cherished dream to life."

Taehyung was utterly captivated, tears freely streaming down his face as Jungkook spoke of his mother.

The beauty of the revelation, the vulnerability of Jungkook sharing such a private, cherished memory, deeply moved him.

He clung to Jungkook, burying his face in the soft velvet of the gown, feeling the warmth of Jungkook's skin beneath.

"Oh, Bunny Boss," Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with emotion, muffled against Jungkook's chest. "That's... that's so incredibly beautiful. And so sad, that you had to dream it for so long. But I'm so happy I can make that dream real for you."

He pulled back slightly, looking up at Jungkook with wide, loving eyes. "Your mother sounded like an extraordinary woman. And your father must have loved her so much."

He paused, a new question forming in his mind, borne from the intimacy of the moment and the longing to understand every facet of his Bunny Boss.

He had heard whispers, fragmented rumors about Jungkook's past, but Jungkook rarely spoke of his family.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung began, his voice hesitant, almost cautious.

"Your parents... are they... are they still around? I mean, do they know how incredibly powerful and wonderful you've become?"

Jungkook's expression softened further, a profound sadness flickering in his eyes before being gently veiled. He reached out, his thumb tenderly wiping away Taehyung's tears.

His gaze drifted once more towards the vast, twinkling city lights outside the window, a silent, infinite expanse.

"They're not, dramatic darling," Jungkook said, his voice quiet, almost a whisper, yet firm.

"They're not around anymore." He paused, a deep, silent breath filling the space between them. "They're in heaven."

He looked back at Taehyung, his eyes holding a familiar strength despite the quiet grief.

"They passed away a long time ago. When I was very young. It was... difficult. But I've always carried their memory with me. And I believe they would be proud. Especially seeing you here with me, dramatic darling."

He pressed a soft kiss to Taehyung's forehead, a silent promise in the gesture.

Taehyung's heart ached for Jungkook. The raw, quiet pain in Jungkook's voice, the distant look in his eyes when he spoke of his parents, was a stark contrast to the formidable figure he usually presented to the world.

For once, Taehyung’s dramatic instincts gave way to pure, unadulterated empathy.

He didn't speak. Instead, he simply tightened his arms around Jungkook, pressing his head against Jungkook's chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart.

His hands, usually so expressive, were still, gently holding onto Jungkook's silk-velvet clad back. He wanted Jungkook to feel his presence, his unwavering support, without the need for words.

He rubbed his cheek against the soft fabric of the gown, absorbing Jungkook's warmth.

Jungkook, in turn, leaned into Taehyung's embrace, his own arms wrapping tighter around his dramatic darling.

The familiar comfort of Taehyung's warmth, his scent, was a powerful anchor in the sudden storm of old memories. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to simply exist in the quiet comfort Taehyung offered.

After a long moment, Taehyung finally spoke, his voice a soft, muffled whisper against Jungkook’s chest.

"They would be so incredibly proud, Bunny Boss. So, so proud. Not just of your empire, but of the magnificent, kind, beautiful man you are. Especially to me."

He looked up, his eyes earnest and brimming with love. "And you know what? When you wear this gown, and you talk about them... it's like a piece of them is here with us. A beautiful, loving piece."

Jungkook opened his eyes, a faint, genuine smile touching his lips. He looked down at Taehyung, his gaze filled with deep gratitude.

"Perhaps, dramatic darling. Perhaps you're right." He gently caressed Taehyung's hair. "Thank you. For seeing that. For seeing all of me."

The rest of the evening settled into a profound, intimate calm. There were no more grand pronouncements from Taehyung, no more discussions of basketball tournaments or restaurant mishaps.

They simply stayed in Jungkook's room, wrapped in each other's embrace. Jungkook, still in the flowing gown, occasionally ran his hand over Taehyung's hair, or pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Taehyung nestled close, finding solace in Jungkook's steady presence, his fingers idly tracing the contours of the gown, feeling the soft fabric against his cheek.

They talked in low tones about small, mundane things, about Taehyung's classes, about funny incidents with Jimin, about Luna. But beneath the surface of their quiet conversation lay a new, unspoken understanding.

A vulnerability shared, a dream revealed, and the quiet comfort of a love that embraced every facet of who they were, past and present.

The vast, powerful world Jungkook commanded outside these walls seemed to fade, leaving only the sanctuary of their shared warmth, illuminated by the gentle glow of their unwavering affection.

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