HERMAPHRODITE

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Tae found his husband brooding in the kitchen when he got home from work. Borahae jumped up from where she was lying at Kook's feet and greeted her other master with a soft whine. Taehyung carefully took stock of the situation.

Something had to be up given how Kookie was attacking the tub of S'mores ice cream. He fondled the dog's head for a moment and looked into the liquid brown eyes. "What's up, Borahae?"

The dog licked his hand and looked at Jungkook, her tail wagging slowly and a despondent look on her face.

"That bad, huh?"

"Woof."

"Bunny? Is everything alright?" asked Tae as he ventured in to drop his jacket on the back of a kitchen chair and his empty lunch box to the table.

Jungkook looked up and gave his lover a tight smile.

"Nothing wrong with the baby, is there? Are you feeling okay? Talk to me, Kookie. Tell me what's wrong." Taehyung walked carefully to stand behind his lover and lowered his hands to massage the tense shoulders.

"Baby's fine," grated Jungkook.

"Then what is the matter? You're going to make yourself sick if you keep eating ice cream like that." Tae moved to study the tub. "Fuck! How much have you eaten?"

Kookie growled and grabbed the tub possessively. "Mine!"

Taehyung sighed. Judging by the remaining contents, Kookie had eaten just over a half of the tub and didn't look like he was about to stop anytime soon.

"I'm not going to take it from you, although I should. Jimin won't be happy..."

"Fuck, Jimin!" snarled Kook as he interrupted his husband.

"Kook! That's not nice."

"Don't fucking care!" Jungkook stabbed the spoon back into the tub of ice cream and brought a generous amount to his mouth, stuffing it inside.

"Jungkook? What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're not usually like this. What happened?" Taehyung demanded. He managed to turn the chair and Jungkook around to look at him and noted the anger and misery in those bambi eyes he adored. "Something's wrong, please tell me." Tae brushed his fingers lightly over Jungkook's cheek. "I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong," he pleaded softly.

Jungkook looked up, tears fresh in his eyes. "Look at me, Taehyung. Take a good look at me and tell me what you see," he stated flatly. "And don't fucking lie."

Taehyung swallowed and crouched down. He was skating on thin ice here, he could tell. The wrong word would see his husband dissolve into either a screaming mess or worse, explode with anger. Taehyung was really confused though. He had no clue as to what was up with his partner. Carefully he let his eyes slide over his lover's form. "I see a man who is stunning, radiant even. Your skin is so soft to the touch, your hair gleams with health. I see the love you have for life in your eyes, the love you have for me in your belly." Tae paused and stroked a hand over Jungkook ."You're sensual, graceful and loving. Good looking with a gorgeous body."

"I'm fat."

"No, you're not."

"I'm a fucking stranded whale, Taehyung. I'm fat and ugly with this belly."

"Not to me, you aren't," Tae soothed. "I find you even more attractive carrying our child."

"Would you still find me attractive with boobs?"

"What?"

"Boobs, Tae. You know, breasts, as in the female bits?" Jungkook snapped and then lifted his loose T-shirt to expose his chest.