Soon they reached the airport just to see their private jet already waiting for them. (They are rich🙂). They boarded the jet with the airhostes smiling brightly at them.

The luxury of the private jet was nothing new to them. Plush leather seats, soft lights, a subtle scent of lavender in the air. Everything screamed comfort, royalty... perfection.

But Jungkook felt none of it.

He leaned against the window, hand supporting his head, eyes distant.

Taehyung, noticing the furrow in his brows, reached out gently. "You okay, love?" Jungkook nodded once, softly. "Yeah... just a headache. I think I'll sleep for a bit."

Worry flickered across Taehyung's face. He stood up, pulled a blanket over Jungkook's body, and kissed his forehead tenderly. "Wake me if it gets worse, hmm?"

Jungkook only hummed in response, closing his eyes but sleep didn't come.

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An Hour Later

He felt a soft tap on his shoulder.

"Koo... food's here," Taehyung whispered, voice as sweet as honey.

Jungkook opened his eyes slowly. Taehyung helped him sit up, adjusting the blanket around him. The flight attendant placed the tray gently on the table, giving them a kind smile before walking away.

"Here," Taehyung said, opening the lid. "Your favorite creamy truffle pasta."

Jungkook offered a faint smile, picked up his fork, and forced himself to eat. Just as Taehyung excused himself to the bathroom, Jungkook's phone buzzed again.

Another message from that unknown number.He hesitated.
His fingers trembled slightly as he tapped it open.

Another picture. Another dagger to his chest.

Taehyung. Again With her. This time sitting on a couch. Her hand brushing his arm. His face mid-laugh. His eyes soft.

Jungkook's stomach twisted.The pasta turned to stone in his throat. That little seed of doubt... was slowly growing into a storm.

"Why..." he whispered, heart thudding. His hands clenched around the phone.

Just then "Baby, I'm back~" Taehyung sang softly, drying his hands with a towel. Jungkook jumped and instinctively locked his phone, shoving it under the blanket.

Taehyung paused. His eyes lingered on Jungkook, brow furrowing slightly.

He noticed the tension in Jungkook's shoulders. The forced calm in his smile. The way his eyes didn't meet his.

But instead of pushing, Taehyung simply sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"You didn't eat much," he said gently."I'm not hungry anymore," Jungkook mumbled.

"Still feel sick?"

"Yeah. Maybe I just need sleep..." Taehyung leaned in and kissed the side of his head. "Okay, rest then. I'll be right here."

Jungkook nodded, turning his face toward the window again tears silently pooling in his eyes, heart aching with a question he was too scared to ask.
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Paris - 7:20 AM (Local Time)

The jet descended smoothly through the soft pastel skies of early morning Paris. Light fog kissed the rooftops below, and the golden dome of the Eiffel Tower gleamed in the distance.

Jungkook sat silently beside the window, watching it all unfold.

It should've felt magical.
It should've felt like a dream.
Their honeymoon. In the city of love.

But his chest ached with heaviness he couldn't shake.

Taehyung yawned and stretched beside him, rubbing his eyes like a sleepy kitten. "We're here, baby~" he murmured, voice warm. "It's so pretty, look!Jungkook turned and smiled weakly. "Yeah... it is."

Taehyung's heart fluttered seeing Jungkook's face in the morning light, but the dimness in his eyes didn't go unnoticed. Still, he didn't press...not yet.

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At the Hotel - Their room✨

They were checked into one of the most luxurious penthouse suites overlooking the Seine. The view was straight out of a fairytale. Rose petals lined the bed. A chilled bottle of champagne waited by the side.

Taehyung was unpacking, humming to himself.Jungkook excused himself to the balcony, clutching his phone tightly.

He opened the messages again, staring at the pictures.

Same number.
No name.
No response when he replied with "Who are you?"

He went to his contact app and copied the number, pasting it into a reverse lookup site.

No results. Private or unregistered number.

His brows furrowed.He clicked the image again zooming in. And there. A faint watermark in the bottom right corner. Almost missed it.

"LG_Stills02.jpg"

Jungkook frowned. "Stills...? Like from CCTV footage? Or someone who edited this.....?"

Suddenly, it clicked. He opened the photo in his gallery again and checked the image info.

Edited......!?

His heart thudded. Whoever was sending these... was manipulating it.

"Someone wants to break us," Jungkook whispered, the first thread of clarity weaving into his thoughts.

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Back Inside

Taehyung walked out of the shower, a fluffy robe tied loosely around him. "Shall we go explore, baby? Eiffel Tower? Macarons? I even found a bookstore café I think you'll love-"

Jungkook turned, quickly pocketing his phone. Taehyung's smile faltered slightly."You okay?" he asked gently, stepping closer.

Jungkook forced a nod. "Yeah... just a bit tired still."

Taehyung didn't believe it. Not for a second. But he respected the space. He leaned in, cupped Jungkook's cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I love you, you know?" he whispered. Jungkook's throat tightened. His voice barely made it out. "I love you too..."

But behind those words, his mind whispered "I'll find out who's trying to ruin us."
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