[Event Opening – Red Carpet & Atmosphere]

The night glittered with the kind of magic only the Global Music & Arts Awards could summon. Spotlights cut through the cool night air, illuminating the scarlet stretch of carpet that ran up the grand marble stairs of the event hall. Paparazzi voices blended into a chaotic chorus, cameras flashing like strobe lights against the deep navy sky.

And then—
The screams erupted.

“TAEHYUNG!!”
“JUNGKOOK!!!”
“LOOK THIS WAY!!”
“WE LOVE YOU!”

They arrived together, side by side, dressed in complementary brown and navy blue ensembles — subtly matching but not too obviously couple-coded. It was enough to make ARMYs start whispering in threads and group chats before they’d even taken ten steps.

Tae’s hair was styled in loose waves, falling over one brow, his signature smirk tugging at his lips as he gave a slow wave to the crowd. kookie, in contrast, walked with that quiet grace of his, eyes glimmering shyly, but the faintest curve of a smile tugged at his mouth whenever Tae leaned slightly toward him to murmur something.

Namjoon, Jimin, and J-Hope had arrived earlier, inside as VIP presenters, but jin’s entrance was a spectacle all its own. The global supermodel walked the carpet in a creamish brown(skin) colour coat suit that gave classic smart look with every step, her posture regal but her eyes warm as she greeted fans. She paused briefly when she spotted Tae and kookie behind her, her lips curving into a fond, motherly smile.

She didn’t need to wave them over — Tae was already quickening his steps.

Tae (softly, leaning toward Jungkook): “Omma looks like she’s about to steal the whole show again.”
kookie (smiling under his breath): “She already has.”

The cameras clicked wildly as the three posed together — the famous supermodel jin with her “beloved younger colleagues,” though the truth ran much deeper.

Inside, the energy was just as electric. The award hall was draped in velvet and gold, the stage a masterpiece of glass and light. Tae’s gaze swept the VIP section where Namjoon, Jimin, and J-Hope sat — three powerful men who the public knew as influential figures in business and entertainment. Only a handful of people knew they were also family.

From his seat, Jimin caught kookie’s eye and gave a small, proud nod — the kind of silent approval only a father could give. kookie’s chest warmed instantly.

[ Individual Wins – Taehyung & Jungkook]

The first major award of the night came quickly — Best International Male Vocal Performance.
The announcer’s voice rang out over the glittering crowd:

“And the Global Award goes to… Jeon Jungkook!”

For a split second, kookie froze, the words hanging in the air like they were in slow motion. Then the applause erupted, a tidal wave of cheers that made the room vibrate.

Tae was on his feet instantly, clapping so hard his rings caught the stage lights, eyes bright with unfiltered pride.

kookie’s POV:
My heart’s pounding. God, don’t trip. Just… don’t trip. I can feel everyone staring — cameras, fans, my family — him. His eyes are on me like they always are, and somehow it steadies me.

I walk up the stairs, take the award from the host — but it’s not until I catch my dad’s smile in the front row, and Tae’s tiny, secret thumbs-up, that my breath finally comes back.

kookie (into mic): “I… wow. I really wasn’t expecting this. Thank you to the Global Music & Arts Academy, to my incredible team, my family, my… friends who always believe in me. And… to the person who inspires every note I sing — you know who you are.”

The last line earns a wave of speculative murmurs from the audience. Tae, from his seat, smirks knowingly, legs crossed, tapping his fingers on his knee in that way that says you’re going to pay for that later.

When kookie comes down the stairs, Tae is the first to lean in and murmur:

Tae: “Was that about me?”
kookie (blushing): “Maybe.”
Tae (low, teasing): “Dangerous boy.”

The night rolls on until Best Global Male Artist is announced.

“The Global Award goes to… Kim Taehyung!”

The room explodes. Fans in the balcony scream his name like a battle cry.

Tae’s POV:
The weight of the moment hits me in waves — the lights, the roar, the hundreds of eyes watching. But all I can think is: kookie’s watching. My parents are here. His parents are here. This isn’t just my win. It’s ours.

He makes his way up to the stage, all swagger and ease, and takes the award from none other than J-Hope himself — the man who’s feared by the world but has always treated Tae like a nephew.

J-Hope (quietly as he hands over trophy): “Make it count, Taehyung-ah.”
Tae (grinning): “Always, hyung.”

At the mic, his voice is deep and smooth:

Tae: “I dedicate this to everyone who believes music is more than sound — that it’s connection, soul, love. And… to the person who gave me the reason to sing every day — you’re sitting right there.”

He lets his gaze slide deliberately toward kookie. Cameras catch it. ARMY Twitter will be losing their minds in seconds.

When he returns to his seat, kookie leans just close enough to whisper:

kookie: “You’re shameless.”
Tae (smirk curling): “And you love it.”

[ Duet Wins – Taekook]

The hall was already buzzing after their solo wins, but when the presenter’s voice rang out again, it was like striking a match in a room full of fireworks.

“The Global Award for Best International Duet Performance goes to… Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook!”

The screams this time were deafening.

kookie’s POV:
I can hear them chanting our names together — it’s always different when it’s both of us. It feels… right. Like the world knows what we are, even if they don’t have the full truth.

Tae’s hand brushes mine as we stand, and it’s the smallest contact, but my entire body reacts. Cameras are flashing like mad — they’ll probably think it’s just “stage partners supporting each other.” If only they knew.

We walk up the stairs together, and there’s Namjoon, holding the award with that proud, quiet smile of his.

Nam (low enough only we can hear): “My kids.”
Tae (grinning): “Thanks, Dad.”
kookie (soft, respectful): “Thank you… Appa.”

Namjoon squeezes both their hands before stepping back.

Tae lets kookie hold the mic first, his own hand resting casually at the small of kookie’s back — a protective, almost possessive gesture masked as stage presence..... Later when kookie gave his thank you speech tae got emotional and proud resulting tae to hug his bunny from behind which made fans go crazy seeing their taekook moment......

kookie: “This award… means so much. Not just because we worked hard, but because we did it together. Every note, every harmony, every fight about whose verse is better—”

Tae (cutting in, playfully): “It’s always mine.”😉
kookie (rolling his eyes, smiling): “You wish.”😏

The audience laughs, but the way Tae’s looking at him isn’t comedic at all — it’s soft, warm, the kind of gaze that speaks in years and promises.

Tae: “Music is about connection. And I… I’ve never felt more connected to someone than I do when I’m singing with this man right here.”

The phrasing makes the crowd murmur again. “This man” isn’t how you casually refer to a colleague.

They don’t just win one duet award — by the end of the night, they’ve swept nearly all the categories they were nominated for: Best Collaboration, Song of the Year, Stage Performance of the Year.

During their Song of the Year win, Jimin is the one presenting.

Tae’s POV:
Jimin hyung’s smile is wide, but there’s a softness in his eyes when he hands the award to kookie. I can feel his pride in the way his hand lingers just a second too long on kookie’s arm.

Jimin (low voice, just for us): “You’re both making history. Keep going.”

On the way back to their seats, Tae leans in so close his breath ghosts kookie’s ear.

Tae (teasing): “You know every time they hand us another trophy, I just want to kiss you right here on stage.”😚
kookie (whispering back): “Don’t you dare.”😐
Tae (smirk widening): “You’d like it.”😉

From a distance, it looks like casual stage banter. From up close, it’s dangerous territory.

By the time J-Hope presents their final award of the night, the energy between them is practically humming.

J-Hope (grinning as he passes it over): “I think you two need a separate room just for these trophies now.”
Tae: “Hyung, we might need two.”
kookie (quietly, almost shy): “Thank you… really.”

J-Hope pulls them into a brief hug that’s far warmer than his public persona suggests, murmuring:

J-Hope: “Take care of each other.”

The crowd cheers, flashes pop, and ARMY Twitter is already flooded with clips — Taekook’s touches, glances, unguarded smiles, hugs.

[ jin’s Win – The Queen of the Room]

The category for Global Fashion Icon of the Year was one of the most anticipated. The nominees were elite — actors, models, fashion houses — but the moment the name was called, it felt like the entire hall nodded in agreement.

“The Global Award goes to… Kim Seokjin!”

Tae’s POV:
There she is. My omma. My forever role model. She walks to the stage like the carpet was laid for her alone — poised, radiant, the dress catching every shard of light.

Namjoon stands at the edge of the stage to present it to her himself — a rare, public moment between them. His usually composed features soften when their eyes meet, his proud smile like sunlight breaking through.

Nam’s voice (low, private): “You deserve this, love.”
jin (smiling knowingly): “I know.”

The audience laughs softly at her confidence, but it’s not arrogance — it’s the truth.

When she speaks into the mic, her words are graceful and warm:

jin: “Thank you. Fashion is about more than beauty — it’s about expression, identity, and confidence. I dedicate this to my family… who have given me more love than I could ever wear on my sleeve.”

Her gaze flickers to Tae and kookie in the crowd, eyes gleaming with unspoken pride.

[ VIP Fathers – Proud in the Shadows]

Throughout the night, Namjoon, Jimin, and J-Hope alternate presenting awards. To the public, they’re “distinguished figures” — a powerful CEO, a business mogul, and a feared yet respected figure in global entertainment. To Taekook, they’re the pillars holding their world up.

kookie’s POV:
Every time Appa (Jimin) walks up to present, I feel that strange mix of awe and comfort. The world sees him as sharp, calculating — I see the man who makes sure I never skip breakfast before a big day.

Namjoon hyung — my father-in-law — carries himself like the whole world is watching, but his eyes always flick toward me and Tae with that silent check-in: Are you okay? Are you proud?

And J-Hope hyung… People whisper about him, call him ruthless. But I’ve never met anyone who hugs like him.

Between presentations, the three men share occasional glances — proud, protective, a little smug — like a private language only family understands.

When Tae returns to his seat after one win, Namjoon leans in from the aisle:

Nam (low): “That’s my boy.”
Tae (grinning): “Yours and Appa’s.”

Jimin ruffles kookie’s hair at one point — a rare move in public — earning a shy smile from him and a teasing eyebrow raise from Tae.

[ Bold, Sensual Public Moments – The Dangerous Game]

Tae’s POV:
The show has been going on for hours, but every time we sit back down, I feel kookie’s presence like static electricity. Tonight, he’s in a perfectly tailored blue suit with a deep V-neck shirt under it, no tie. Every time he leans forward to clap, the fabric shifts, giving me glimpses of skin that should be illegal in a room with this many cameras.

And maybe I’ve had too much champagne. Or maybe it’s just him.

I lean in under the cover of applause.

Tae (low): “Kookie-ah… you’re going to kill me.... dressed like that.”🤤
kookie (blushing, glancing sideways): “Stop saying things like that.”😶
Tae (smirk deepening): “You like it when I don’t.”😉

Later, during a performance intermission, the lights dim to a soft amber glow. Everyone’s eyes are on the stage — except mine. My hand finds the edge of kookie’s chair, fingers brushing the back of his wrist. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his thumb hooks just barely over mine, a silent link.

To the cameras, we’re just “leaning in to talk.” But under the table, his knee presses lightly against mine, and I can feel the heat pooling in my chest.

kookie’s POV:
He’s relentless tonight. Every time I think he’s paying attention to the show, I catch him watching me instead — that slow, lazy gaze that strips me bare without touching me.

At one point, during the announcement for another category, he leans so close that his breath grazes the curve of my ear.

Tae (whisper): “When we get home… I’m not letting you sleep.”🤤

I nearly choke on my water. From the corner of my eye, I see Namjoon glance at us like he knows exactly what’s being said. Great.

The cameras catch a moment during their last walk to the stage — Tae’s hand resting lightly at the dip of kookie’s back, guiding him. It lasts a second too long. Twitter explodes.

ARMY Tweet #1: “HELLO??? That hand placement was ILLEGAL???”😍
ARMY Tweet #2: “Jungkook’s smile when Tae touched his back?? I’m crying.”😭
ARMY Tweet #3: “At this point just TELL US they’re married.”

By the end of the night, as confetti rains from the ceiling and the winners gather on stage for the group photo, Tae stands just behind kookie, his palm resting over kookie’s hip in the chaos. The cameras catch it, and it’ll be zoomed in, cropped, and analyzed in every corner of the internet by morning.

[ Private Celebration – Behind Closed Doors]

The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the city beyond the tall glass windows. Their parents had gone home, the driver had been dismissed, and the trophies were lined in neat rows across the living room table — a physical reminder of the night’s triumphs.

kookie had kicked off his shoes the second they stepped inside, the rich fabric of his suit jacket draped carelessly over the arm of the sofa. He loosened the first few buttons of his shirt and wandered to the window, staring out at the city lights.

Tae’s POV:
God, even tired, he’s beautiful. That shirt falling open just enough, his hair slightly messy from hours of cameras and applause… he’s not the global star right now. He’s just mine.

I walk up behind him, my arms sliding naturally around his waist.

Tae (low, near his ear): “Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you tonight?”
kookie (soft laugh, leaning back into him): “You didn’t exactly try that hard.”
Tae: “You think that was hard? You have no idea.”

They stood there for a long moment, the city glittering beyond the glass, their reflections framed in the window like a photograph. Tae rested his chin lightly on kookie’s shoulder, his hands splayed against his stomach.

kookie (quietly): “We really did it, huh?”
Tae (kissing his shoulder through the shirt): “We always do.”😘

They drifted to the couch, collapsing in a heap of limbs, laughter, and soft sighs. Tae poured them each a glass of champagne, the golden liquid catching the light.

kookie (raising his glass): “To… us?”
Tae: “To us. To music. To winning… and to whatever comes next.”

They clinked glasses and drank, the bubbles fizzing lightly on their tongues. kookie set his glass down first, curling against Tae’s side.

kookie’s POV:
The warmth of him is everything I needed tonight. The way his fingers trace idle patterns on my arm, the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing that exists — it’s grounding after hours of lights and noise.

kookie (murmuring): “Do you think they know?”
Tae (smiling faintly): “Who?”
kookie: “The fans. Our families know… but the world?”
Tae: “They suspect. But I’m not in a rush to tell them. I like having you just to myself.”

They sank further into the couch, Tae pulling kookie into his lap, the trophies glittering across the table like silent witnesses. The air between them was slow-burning — not rushed, not frantic, just the deep, settled heat of two people who belonged exactly where they were.

Tae pressed a slow kiss to kookie’s temple, his voice low:

Tae: “You were breathtaking tonight. Every time you went on stage, I wanted to claim you in front of the whole world.”
kookie (smiling shyly): “You kind of did.”
Tae: “Not enough. Never enough.”

The clock ticked softly in the background as they stayed curled together, trading quiet laughter, gentle teasing, and unhurried touches — a wordless promise that this night, like their love, was theirs alone.

[ Ending – The Secret Stays Safe… For Now]

The city outside was beginning to fade into the late hours, the bright skyline giving way to softer, warmer glows. Inside, the trophies gleamed under the soft lamp light, each one a monument to years of work — and to the bond that had carried them through it.

Tae shifted, brushing a stray lock of hair from kookie’s forehead.

Tae’s POV:
His eyes are heavy with sleep now, but there’s still that faint smile — the one he gets when he’s content but doesn’t want to admit it. God, I’d give anything to keep this version of him just for me.

Tae (softly): “Kookie-ah… you know we’re unstoppable, right?”
kookie (half-asleep): “Mm. Only because you won’t stop.”
Tae (grinning faintly): “Never will.”

kookie’s POV:
I think about the way he looked at me tonight on stage — unafraid, unashamed. How our parents sat in the front row, proud without needing to be loud about it. How the fans screamed like they already knew.

I know the truth will come out someday. But right now, I love that it’s just ours.

kookie (murmuring): “Let’s not tell them yet.”
Tae (pressing a kiss into his hair): “Not until we want to.”

Outside, the world was already dissecting every glance, every touch, every slip of the tongue from the night — threads unraveling on social media, clips being slowed down and zoomed in. Theories would run wild by morning.

But here, in the quiet of their home, none of it mattered.

kookie’s breathing evened out against Tae’s chest. Tae rested his cheek against his hair, eyes drifting closed with that deep, easy warmth only love can give.

And between the trophies, the champagne glasses, and the faint hum of the city — their secret stayed safe. For now.

[Epilogue – The Internet Reacts]

— Trending Worldwide:
#TaekookSweep
#TaekookDuetOfTheYear
#WhyIsTaeTouchingHisBackLikeThat
#SeokjinSlayed
#NamjoonAndJiminProudDads

🗨 @PurpleGalaxy97
Tae: "This man right here"
Kook: blushing and looking away
ME: OKAY BUT THEY’RE MARRIED. THEY HAVE TO BE.

🗨 @GCFForLife
The hand at his back. THE HAND AT HIS BACK. That wasn’t guiding him — that was claiming him 😭😭😭

🗨 @JJKsmile
Jungkook looked at Taehyung during his speech like he was the only person in the room. And Tae… Tae looked like he’d fight the entire audience for him.

📰 [Headline – Global Entertainment News]

Taekook Sweep Global Awards – “Their Chemistry Is Unmatched”
The duo took home multiple solo and duet awards, sparking renewed fan discussion about their close bond both on and off stage.

📰 [Headline – Vogue Korea]

Kim Seokjin Wins Global Fashion Icon – Stuns in skin suit
The supermodel’s affectionate interaction with Taekook during the night fuels speculation about the family’s unusually close ties.

🗨 @ARMYDetectives
Zoomed this clip and Taehyung’s thumb moves. HIS. THUMB. MOVES. On Jungkook’s hip. Goodbye world.

🗨 @SoulmatesTheory
They won 5 duet awards. FIVE. That’s… insane. And the way they keep looking at each other after every speech?? Someone write the fanfic already.

🗨 @HopeWorldDomination
J-Hope hugging them both like a proud uncle was the softest thing ever. Mafia king WHO? That’s just Uncle Hobi.

By the next morning, the videos had racked up millions of views, the shipping hashtags were trending in multiple countries, and fan compilations titled “Taekook being suspicious for 12 minutes straight at the GMAs” had flooded YouTube.

Neither Tae nor kookie posted anything about the event right away.

Instead, a single photo appeared on Tae’s Instagram two days later —
The trophies lined up on a table. Two champagne glasses. A blurred reflection of two figures in the window.

Caption: “For us.” 💜

The comments section broke the internet.

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