The car ride to the penthouse was a quiet, comfortable affair. Jungkook was seated between his two husbands, a hand in each of theirs. He leaned his head back against the plush leather seat, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He was exhausted from the day's events, but it was a deep, satisfying kind of tired.

V, ever the silent pillar, simply squeezed his hand, a gentle, reassuring touch that spoke volumes. Taehyung, on the other hand, was a little more restless. He kept turning to look at Jungkook, a wide, goofy smile on his face.

"You're smiling like an idiot," Jungkook mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"I can't help it," Taehyung chuckled, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Jungkook's temple. "I'm married. To you. Two of us. It's the best thing that's ever happened."

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, and he gave Taehyung a soft, sleepy smile. "Me too."

V, who had been listening to their quiet banter, finally spoke. "You really have no idea how long we've been waiting for this," he said, his voice a low, warm hum. "From the moment we saw you at the library, we knew."

Jungkook's brow furrowed slightly. "What do you mean, 'at the library'? We met at my parents' house."

V and Taehyung exchanged a quick, knowing look. The time for secrets was over, but some truths were still better left unsaid.

"Oh," Taehyung said quickly, a playful glint in his eye. "He means we saw you there... on your social media. Yeah. We were a little obsessed."

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. "You guys are impossible."

"We're your impossible husbands," V said, a rare, playful smile on his face. He squeezed Jungkook's hand once more, a silent promise to keep him safe, to love him fiercely, and to protect him from the secrets that still lay hidden.

As the car glided through the city streets, a comfortable silence settled over them. Jungkook had fallen asleep, his head resting against V's shoulder, his hand still held securely in V’s.

V watched his husband's peaceful face, a serene smile gracing his lips. He thought about their first night, about the soft, warm body he was now legally bound to.

He thought about the delicate curve of Jungkook's jaw, the slight pout of his lips, the long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. A wave of possessiveness, gentle but fierce, washed over him. This boy was his, their's, to protect, to love, and to cherish forever.

He had waited his whole life for this, for someone to share his life with, and now he had him. And he wasn’t alone in this thought.

On the other side, Taehyung’s mind was a whirlwind of sensual thoughts. He looked at Jungkook, who was nestled between them, and his gaze lingered on the soft swell of Jungkook’s chest under his suit.

He imagined unwrapping Jungkook from his clothes, kissing every inch of him, and leaving his mark. He thought about the warmth of Jungkook's skin, the sound of his soft sighs, and the way Jungkook's eyes would widen in pleasure.

He had always been a man of action, and he couldn't wait to make Jungkook his, to claim him fully. He had always been the one to take what he wanted, and now, he wanted nothing more than to make Jungkook feel a pleasure he had never known.

Jungkook, oblivious to the simmering thoughts of his husbands, simply slept, a gentle, peaceful smile on his face. The car pulled up to a grand, modern building.

V and Taehyung exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. The real beginning of their life together was about to start, and they couldn't wait.

The car pulled to a stop. V gently shook Jungkook's shoulder. "Kookie, we're here."

Jungkook blinked his eyes open, groggily looking out the window at the towering, modern building. He was still half-asleep and completely unaware of the nervous tension thrumming between his two husbands.

V opened the car door and helped him out, his touch careful and gentle. Taehyung was right there, too, taking Jungkook's hand and lacing their fingers together.

They walked into the grand lobby, the apathetic gaze of the doorman following them as they made their way to the elevator.

Inside the elevator, a heavy, nervous silence filled the air. Taehyung and V, usually so confident and in control, were a little awkward. Their hands were a little too sweaty, their hearts beating a little too fast.

Jungkook, still in a sleepy daze, just leaned against them, completely oblivious to the shared, silent panic. He was their first time, too. They had never done this before.

They had never been with anyone, and the thought of being so vulnerable, so open, with the person they loved most in the world was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped into a stunning penthouse. The lights were low, the city's twinkling skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The room was decorated beautifully, with soft colors and plush furniture, just as Mrs. Kim had promised. Jungkook's eyes widened in awe.

"Wow," he whispered. "This is incredible."

Taehyung just smiled, a hint of his old confidence returning. "Only the best for our husband."

V led them to a large bedroom. The bed was massive, a king-size with soft, luxurious blankets.

Jungkook finally started to feel a little bit of the nervous energy that was coming from the twins. He still didn't understand why, but he could feel it. He looked from V to Taehyung, a question in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly. "You guys seem... nervous."

V and Taehyung exchanged a look, and Taehyung was the first to speak. "We just... we're just really happy," he said, his voice a little shaky. "And nervous. We've never done this before, Kookie. Not... not with anyone."

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. The thought had never even crossed his mind. He had always assumed they were experienced, confident, and completely in control. He suddenly understood their nervousness, and a gentle, loving smile spread across his face.

"Me neither," he said, his voice a soft, reassuring whisper. "So, we'll figure it out together."

The tension in the room instantly melted away. The twins looked at him, their hearts full of a love so profound it hurt. They were all in this together, and they were ready to start their new lives as a family.

Jungkook walked into the luxurious bathroom, closing the door behind him. The cool marble and soft lighting offered a brief moment of solitude. He leaned against the counter and looked at himself in the mirror, his nervous reflection staring back.

He had been so sure of his decision, so ready to be with his two husbands. But now, alone in this magnificent new home, the weight of the situation finally hit him.

It was one thing to marry them, to love them, to share a life with them. It was another thing entirely to… well, to share a bed with them. How would this even work? He had never been with anyone. The thought of being with one person was daunting enough.

But two? How could he possibly give them both what they wanted? How could he ensure they both felt loved, cherished, and satisfied? He was worried he wouldn't be enough. He ran a hand through his hair, his heart pounding in his chest.

Outside the bathroom door, V and Taehyung were pacing. Their earlier nervousness had given way to a more frantic, shared anxiety.

"What if he changes his mind?" Taehyung whispered, running a hand through his hair. "What if he gets scared and just leaves?"

"He won't," V said, his voice calm, but his eyes were filled with the same fear. "He said he would figure it out with us. We just have to be gentle. Take it slow."

"Take it slow?" Taehyung scoffed, his own thoughts running a mile a minute. "V, this is our wedding night! The whole night is supposed to be... you know."

"I know," V sighed, stopping his pacing to put a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "But this isn't about us. This is about him.

This is a big step for him. We need to be patient. We need to make sure he's comfortable. Everything will be okay. We'll be fine."

"Yeah, but what if we aren't?" Taehyung's voice dropped to a whisper, the raw insecurity he rarely showed on full display. "What if we're too much for him? What if we... mess this up?"

V pulled his twin into a brief, comforting hug. "We're in this together. We won't mess it up."

Inside the bathroom, Jungkook took a deep breath. He had made his choice. He loved them, both of them, and they loved him. He was no longer just the quiet librarian.

He was a husband. And he was going to face this, just as he had faced everything else—head-on, with a courage he didn't know he had. He was going to give his husbands the love and happiness they deserved.

Jungkook was still in the bathroom, staring at his reflection. His suit, once crisp and pristine, now felt like a heavy armor.

Should he take it off? Change into something more comfortable? He had no idea what to do. His mind, usually so filled with clear, organized thoughts from his years as a librarian, was a complete blank.

Just as he was about to decide to stay in the suit, a gentle knock came from the door.

"Kookie?" V's voice was soft, muffled. "Are you okay in there?"

Jungkook took a deep breath. He had to be brave. "I'm... I'm just thinking."

A moment later, Taehyung's voice, a little more insistent, came through. "Thinking about what? Just come out, baby. We're waiting for you."

Jungkook felt a little rush of courage. They were waiting for him. They were nervous too. He wasn't alone in this. He quickly looked down at his suit, a small, shy smile on his face. This was it. There was no turning back now.

He took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped out into the bedroom. He stood there for a moment, still in his wedding suit, looking at his two husbands.

V and Taehyung stood near the bed, their own jackets and ties removed, their top buttons undone. They both looked at him, their eyes filled with a soft adoration.

"Are you... are you going to change?" Taehyung asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook bit his lip, his cheeks flushing. "I... I don't know what to do. Should I?"

V walked over to him, a gentle smile on his face. "Only if you want to, darling. There's no rush. You can keep it on forever, if you like."

He reached out and gently took Jungkook's hand. "This night is for you. For all of us. Whatever you're comfortable with."

Taehyung, seeing his hesitation, walked to the closet and pulled out a soft, oversized white T-shirt. "Or you can wear this," he said, holding it up. "It's super comfortable. No pressure."

Jungkook looked from the suit to the T-shirt. The suit felt like a costume, a symbol of the man he was supposed to be.

The T-shirt, on the other hand, felt like a promise of the home he was about to make. He smiled, a genuine, relieved smile.

"I think... I'll change," he said, taking the T-shirt from Taehyung.

Jungkook took the T-shirt and disappeared back into the bathroom. The water from the shower was a welcome comfort, washing away the day's nervous energy and leaving him feeling fresh and clean. He quickly dried himself off and pulled the T-shirt over his head.

To his surprise, the T-shirt was massive. It hung loosely on his frame, the hem reaching well past his hips and stopping just at his mid-thigh.

He grabbed the hem and tried to pull it down further, as if to hide more of himself, but it was no use. He looked at his reflection, a blush rising to his cheeks. He felt a little exposed, but also... a little thrilled.

After a moment of hesitation, he opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom. V and Taehyung were sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. They both looked up, and their eyes widened just slightly.

Jungkook instinctively grabbed the hem of the shirt again, trying to pull it down. "It's a little... big," he said, his voice a quiet whisper.

Taehyung stood up and walked over to him, his eyes filled with a warm, adoring gaze. He reached out and gently took Jungkook's hands away from the shirt, his touch a soft caress. "It's perfect," he said, his voice a low, husky purr. "It's mine."

V also rose and joined them, his eyes just as full of warmth. He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Jungkook's ear. "Taehyung's clothes are a little big on you," he said, a soft smile on his face. "But I like it. It looks cute."

Jungkook's face flushed a deep crimson. The nervous tension was gone, replaced by a profound sense of warmth and belonging.

He was here, in their home, wearing their clothes. He was theirs. And for the first time, he felt completely and utterly safe.

Taehyung's arm wrapped around Jungkook's waist, pulling him gently closer. Jungkook's small frame fit perfectly against Taehyung's chest, and he let out a soft sigh, leaning into the warmth. V, on the other side, reached out a hand and let his fingers trail along Jungkook's bare thigh, the hem of the oversized T-shirt revealing just enough skin.

Jungkook's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping his lips. The touch was so gentle, so feather-light, but it sent shivers down his spine. He looked at V, his eyes wide and questioning.

V's gaze was soft and adoring, his voice a low, reassuring murmur. "Is this okay, darling?"

Jungkook could only nod, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

Taehyung, feeling Jungkook's slight tremor, pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "You're so beautiful, Kookie," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Perfect."

Jungkook was overwhelmed. He had never been looked at with such adoration, touched with such reverence.

He was a quiet, unassuming librarian, and these two handsome, powerful men looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

V's fingers continued their slow, deliberate path up his thigh, a silent exploration that was both gentle and incredibly sensual.

He finally rested his hand on Jungkook's hip, his thumb stroking a soft, circular motion. "We're going to take such good care of you," he promised, his voice a quiet vow.

Taehyung's hand, still on Jungkook's waist, began to move slowly, tracing the curve of his back. "You're ours now," he said, his voice a possessive purr. "And we're never letting you go."

Jungkook finally found his voice, a soft, breathless whisper. "I don't want you to."

V's fingers, which had been trailing along Jungkook's thigh, moved upward, following the curve of his hip. His touch was slow and deliberate, a soft, teasing exploration that sent a pleasant shiver through Jungkook. As his hand reached the top of Jungkook's thigh, he gently lifted the hem of the oversized T-shirt, revealing the secret Jungkook wore underneath.

Underneath the simple T-shirt and white pants was a pair of bright red net lace. They were a gift from his best friend, Jimin, who had insisted on something "special" for his wedding night.

Jungkook had worn them as a joke, a little something to make him feel braver. But now, revealed to his husbands, he felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. His cheeks flushed a deep, scarlet red.

V's eyes widened slightly, a look of pure, unadulterated awe on his face. His hand, which had been so sure and confident, stilled on Jungkook's hip. "Kookie," he breathed, his voice a low, husky whisper filled with wonder. "What is this?"

Taehyung, who had been watching the entire exchange, let out a soft groan. His arm tightened around Jungkook's waist, pulling him even closer.

He buried his face in Jungkook's neck, his hot breath fanning against Jungkook's skin. "God, you're going to be the death of us," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Jungkook was so embarrassed he could barely speak. "It's… it's a gift from my friend," he mumbled into Taehyung's shoulder. "He said it would be… special."

V finally found his voice, a laugh mixed with a soft gasp. He gently ran his hand over the delicate lace, his fingers tracing the intricate pattern.

"Special doesn't even begin to cover it," he said, his voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and adoration. "You're perfect, darling. Absolutely perfect."

Jungkook was no longer just the quiet librarian. He was a husband, a lover, and a man who was loved beyond measure.

He had secrets, and so did his husbands. But in that moment, with the touch of a hand and the soft rustle of lace, he was ready to discover all of them.

Jungkook, still flushed with embarrassment, saw the way his husbands were looking at him, a mix of desire and pure awe in their eyes.

A new kind of confidence, a quiet, powerful courage, settled over him. He was no longer just the shy librarian, not anymore. He was their husband, and he had so much more to give.

He reached up and gently took V's hand from his hip. "There's more," he whispered, his voice soft but firm. "More to discover."

He then looked at Taehyung, his eyes sparkling with a new kind of mischief. "Are you two ready?"

Taehyung's breath hitched. He and V exchanged a look, a shared fire igniting in their eyes. They had been trying to be so gentle, so patient, but this was a surprise they never saw coming.

"Ready?" Taehyung's voice was a low, hungry growl. "Kookie, we've been ready our whole lives."

V’s expression was a study in pure, unadulterated heat. He reached out and gently cupped Jungkook's cheek, his thumb stroking his skin.

"You're a brave, kim Jungkook," he said, his voice husky. "And you have no idea how much we want to discover every single part of you."

Jungkook just smiled, a small, triumphant curve of his lips. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to V's cheek, and then to Taehyung's. The night was young, and there was so much left to learn.

Jungkook’s words were a match to tinder. The air in the room, already thick with unspoken desire, became charged with a hungry energy.

V and Taehyung, their eyes blazing, were no longer just admiring him; they were beginning to worship him.

V was the first to act. His hand, which had been resting on Jungkook's cheek, moved down to his neck, his thumb stroking a soft circle on the pulse point.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against Jungkook's ear. "Tell me, darling," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sent shivers down Jungkook’s spine. "What do you want to discover first?"

Taehyung, his arm still wrapped around Jungkook's waist, pulled him closer, his grip possessive but not rough.

His other hand moved up Jungkook's back, tracing the line of his spine with a touch that was both gentle and demanding. He brought his lips to Jungkook’s neck, a soft, teasing trail of kisses that made Jungkook arch his back into him.

"You’ve made us wait long enough, baby," he murmured against Jungkook's skin. "It's our turn now."

Jungkook, caught between the two of them, felt a rush of heat course through his body.

He had never felt so desired, so powerful. He leaned his head back, his eyes half-closed, a soft moan escaping his lips as Taehyung’s kisses grew more insistent.

"Both of you," Jungkook breathed, his voice a soft, needy whisper. "I want… all of you. Every part."

V let out a low groan, his hand slipping from Jungkook’s neck to the back of his head, his fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. "As you wish, our love," he said, his lips finally meeting Jungkook's in a long, deep, and passionate kiss that promised everything and held nothing back.

Taehyung's hand, which had been tracing the line of Jungkook's spine, moved lower, his touch a possessive caress.

He was lost in the moment, in the feel of Jungkook's body pressed against his, in the promise of the night. But as his hand glided over Jungkook's back, his fingers brushed against something hard, a subtle hook and a thin strap, foreign against Jungkook's smooth skin.

His eyes snapped open, a flicker of confusion crossing his face before it was replaced with something else entirely—a mix of surprise and a burning curiosity.

He looked down, his gaze still holding Jungkook's. He didn't say a word. He just moved his hand slowly, his fingers tracing the outline of the thin, intricate strap through the fabric of the oversized T-shirt.

Jungkook's eyes, which had been half-lidded in pleasure, flew open. A deep blush, hotter than any before, flooded his cheeks.

He froze, his body going rigid with a sudden, overwhelming shyness. He hadn't told them. He hadn't found the words. He had just... hoped they wouldn't notice.

He looked from Taehyung's stunned expression to V's, who was watching the entire exchange with a look of pure, unadulterated awe.

Jungkook said nothing, unable to form the words. He just stood there, his blush a silent confession.

Taehyung finally found his voice, a low, husky whisper. "Kookie," he breathed, his hand still resting on Jungkook's back, his thumb gently stroking the strap. "What is this?"

Jungkook couldn't meet his gaze. He simply looked down, his blush deepening, a silent answer that spoke volumes.

The quiet librarian had a secret, a beautiful, delicate secret that his husbands were only just beginning to discover.

As Taehyung's hand rested on Jungkook's back, his thumb tracing the delicate lace, he slowly and gently lifted the oversized T-shirt. The sight took his breath away.

The red lace, intricate and vibrant, was a beautiful contrast against Jungkook's pale skin. It was a stunning and unexpected secret, one that sent a new wave of desire through Taehyung.

His eyes, however, were drawn lower. They trailed down Jungkook's back, past the lace, and settled on his small waist.

There, a thin silver chain was wrapped around his hips, the links glinting softly in the dim light. It was simple but elegant, and a tiny, delicate charm shaped like a crescent moon hung from the front.

Taehyung's breath hitched, his eyes widening in a mix of surprise and adoration. "Kookie," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "What is that?"

Jungkook, who had been holding his breath, let it out in a shaky sigh. His cheeks were still flushed, but he finally looked up, meeting Taehyung's gaze. "It's... it was my grandmother's," he said softly. "She gave it to me right before she passed away. She always told me it would bring me luck and protect me."

V, who had been watching silently, reached out and gently ran a finger over the chain. "It's beautiful, darling," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. "Just like you."

Taehyung's eyes, still locked on the chain, filled with a newfound tenderness. This wasn't just a piece of jewelry; it was a memory, a part of Jungkook's past that he was sharing with them.

He gently lowered the T-shirt, his hands moving to cup Jungkook's face. "Your grandmother was right," he said, his voice a low, sincere vow. "It's a perfect fit. And from now on, V and I will protect you. Always."

In that moment, the sensual desire was joined by a deeper, more profound love.

They weren't just captivated by Jungkook's beauty; they were falling for his heart, his history, and the quiet courage that lay beneath the surface.

He was a perfect blend of innocence and hidden beauty, and they couldn't wait to uncover all of his secrets.

The air was heavy with unspoken words and a desire that had been simmering for months.

With a new understanding of Jungkook's quiet strength and hidden vulnerabilities, V and Taehyung’s desire was no longer just about lust; it was about love, worship, and devotion.

V gently took Jungkook's hand and led him to the bed. Taehyung, on his other side, never let go, his hand a constant, warm presence on Jungkook's waist.

They laid him down on the soft sheets, the two of them hovering over him, their eyes burning with a passion so intense it took Jungkook’s breath away.

Taehyung leaned down, his lips brushing against Jungkook’s. "You have no idea," he whispered, his voice a low, hungry growl. "How much I want you, baby."

V lowered his body, his hips pressing gently against Jungkook's. He leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Jungkook's lips. "You are more beautiful than any of the books you read, my love," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

"And I've never wanted to lose myself in a story as much as I want to lose myself in you."

Jungkook, a soft, breathless gasp escaping his lips, finally wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them down to him.

"Then get lost," he whispered, his voice a quiet command. "Get lost in me."

That was all the invitation they needed. The night was no longer just about two husbands and one wife; it was about three souls, finally finding their way home, together.

With Jungkook's breathless command, the last of their hesitant boundaries dissolved.

V’s lips claimed his in a searing, possessive kiss, a silent testament to a desire held in check for far too long. He deepened the kiss, his tongue a hot, insistent exploration that was both a question and a promise.

At the same time, Taehyung’s kisses, which had been trailing a path down Jungkook's jaw, became more demanding, pressing a line of ownership from his neck to the collar of his T-shirt.

Jungkook moaned, his body arching off the bed in a desperate need for more. The oversized T-shirt, which had been a symbol of comfort, now felt like a barrier.

Taehyung, sensing his need, moved his hands from Jungkook’s back to the hem of the shirt and, with V's help, gently pulled it up and over his head.

Jungkook was a vision, his body a canvas of pale skin and soft curves. The red lace he wore was a shocking, beautiful contrast that made both twins gasp in unison.

V’s hand found his way to Jungkook’s chest, his fingers tracing the delicate line of the lace, his touch filled with reverence.

"You're a dream," V breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of adoration and desire. "My beautiful, perfect dream."

Taehyung, unable to wait a moment longer, leaned down and kissed Jungkook’s hip, his lips hot against his skin.

His hands, with a confident, knowing touch, slid down Jungkook's thighs, his fingers working their way under the lace. Jungkook's legs parted slightly, a silent, desperate invitation for them both to take what they needed.

In that moment, there was no more hesitation, no more doubt. There was only the fire between them, a fire that had been smoldering for months and was now, finally, free to burn.

The night was theirs, a symphony of touch, of breathless moans, and whispered promises. They had found their home, their heaven, and their sanctuary, all in each other’s arms.

The first light of dawn was beginning to peek through the large windows, casting a soft, pearly glow over the room.

The air was filled with a scent that was uniquely theirs—a mix of cologne, fresh sweat, and the faint, sweet scent of Jungkook's body. They were a tangled mess of limbs, their bodies entwined under a fluffy blanket. They hadn't slept at all.

Jungkook was in the middle, nestled securely between his two husbands. His head rested on V's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

V's arm was wrapped possessively around Jungkook’s waist, while Taehyung’s leg was thrown over both of them, his arm draped across Jungkook's stomach.

Jungkook stirred, his fingers tracing a small, circular pattern on V's chest. "I think… I'm hungry," he mumbled, his voice a soft, sleepy whisper.

V’s arm tightened around him, a gentle squeeze. "Me too, darling. But I don't think I can move."

Taehyung, who had been completely still, let out a low, satisfied groan. He shifted, pulling Jungkook a little closer. "I'm never letting you go. Ever."

Jungkook smiled, a feeling of deep contentment settling over him. He felt completely safe, completely loved. He looked up at V's face, a soft, adoring expression on his lips. "Was it... okay?" he asked, his voice filled with a quiet vulnerability.

V gently tilted Jungkook's chin up, his eyes, still heavy with sleep, filled with a profound love. "Kookie," he said, his voice a low, sincere murmur. "It was more than okay. It was perfect. You're perfect."

Taehyung, sensing the moment, leaned down and kissed Jungkook’s shoulder. "He's right. You were amazing, baby. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed, a happy blush spreading across his face. He leaned his head back against V's chest, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "You guys are impossible."

"We're your impossible husbands," Taehyung corrected, his voice a possessive purr. "And we’re just getting started."

The sun rose higher, and the three of them just lay there, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the morning. The world outside, with its chaos and its secrets, could wait. For now, they were a perfect, peaceful world of their own.

Jungkook was nestled in the middle, feeling a love so profound it made him drowsy. He was tired, a deep, bone-weary kind of tired that came from a night of passion and a lifetime of waiting. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his husbands, and spoke, his voice a soft, sleepy mumble.

"We should... we should sleep," he said, his words slightly slurred. "It's 5:15 in the morning, and we haven't slept at all."

V's arm, which was wrapped securely around Jungkook’s waist, gave a gentle squeeze. "You're right, darling. We should." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook's hair. "Close your eyes. We're not going anywhere."

Taehyung, who had been listening to their quiet exchange, just hummed in agreement. He pulled Jungkook closer, burying his face in the crook of Jungkook's neck. "You're all the sleep I need," he whispered, a hint of playful mischief in his voice, even in his exhaustion.

Jungkook smiled, a feeling of utter contentment settling over him. He was tired, but it was a good kind of tired. He was loved, and he was home. He closed his eyes, his body a perfect fit between his two husbands.

The chaos of the wedding, the secrets of their lives, and the nervous uncertainty of the night before all faded away.

All that mattered was the steady beat of V's heart against his ear and the warm, protective presence of Taehyung's arm around him. He was a husband, and he was safe.

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