You and Jungkook ran away from your torturous lives, now living together in his cabin near the mountains and forests. The stunning two-story retreat was more than just a home; it was a sanctuary of serenity, with floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the breathtaking scenery outside. Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky transformed into a canvas of vibrant oranges and purples, spilling onto the balcony of your bedroom

One day

You quietly tiptoe down the creaky wooden stairs in search of your husband, but the sight that greets you in the backyard leaves you both stunned and a bit flustered.

There he is, shirtless, showcasing a physique sculpted from hours of hard work. Each swing of the axe sends droplets of sweat cascading down his glistening skin, catching the morning light as it filters through the trees. His movements are fluid and practised, a testament to his strength and experience. Suddenly, he pauses mid-swing, as if he can sense the intensity of your stare burning into him from the doorway.

"The hell are you staring at?"

he calls over his shoulder without bothering to turn, his voice a rough husky blend of sleep and playful smugness.

"Unless you want to come help me chop wood."

After a brief moment, he smirks, adding,

"But bring gloves this time; I don't want your pretty fingers getting splinters."