𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊. They've been happy. And Jungkook is sure that his life ahead with Taehyung will be happier and happiest. Been married to the younger boy, it's been years of them paying each other loyalty, love, trust and intimacy with every other po...
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It had been couple of weeks since Seokjin and jimin settled down with jeongguk and his wifey. Two weeks passed since Seokjin's birthday and it'd be a lie to say that everything was going just as it was before--the usual bickering here and there happened between Seokjin and taehyung with the former being the one to pick out each and finest mistake in whatever taehyung did for him.
But as said before, the young mint haired boy was already trying to get used to it.
Jimin had already begun to attend his university along with gym because the boy wanted buffer body like his hyung's, but it only added more to taehyung's misery when Seokjin had strictly asked taehyung to wake up way too early to prepare lunch and breakfast both for his precious younger son.
Thus, here he was. Whisking an egg whilst his pretty brown eyes still daring to betray him, sleep still pooling within them. Not to mention how the boy had to do his work in complete silence because surprisingly Seokjin's morning sleep was as weak as some cotton candy.
"swear to namjesus, I'm gonna run away someday.." taehyung whispered, messing up with his mint locks as he tried to get over the sleep he has been craving to have since a while.
His clothes, more like just a long shirt of his husband was sticking out in all directions instead of staying appropriately on his body--bare, long legs shivering because of the cold, chilled air but still taehyung was seductive enough to have the shivering reaching to his spine just to have his husbun wake up to a beautiful view of his wife's pretty, gorgeously thicc thighs.
"aren't our mom's supposed to make food for their kids?! I don't remember adopting jimin.. Never had I ever thought of making breakfast for even myself.." he softly whispered, hand now cutely gripping his own waist as he waited for his toasts to pop out of the toaster.
