𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓐 | 𝗞𝗩 ✔ 🍁

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Two years have passed since the black ruby incident, a dark chapter that revealed Taehyung’s father as the cause of his mother’s passing. Since then, Taehyung has found a love that feels like it was meant to be, a love that transcends time and fate.

He discovered he has a soulmate and the rare gift of magic, embracing these changes with a newfound joy. The warmth of his new family has become his sanctuary, and he feels truly happy for the first time in years.

“Mmm, yeah so good, fuck,” Taehyung moans, his voice tinged with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. Jungkook, attentive as ever, pauses his oral exploration under the sheets. He peeks his head out from beneath the blanket, concern etched across his face.

“You okay?” Jungkook’s voice carries a note of worry.

“What do you mean? I’m totally fine,” Taehyung replies, though his voice betrays a hint of unease.

“Well, I don’t think so ” Jungkook continues, his eyes searching Taehyung’s face.

Taehyung gulps, trying to brush off the concern. “What makes you think that?”

“Your moan , it’s not like usual,” Jungkook explains, still troubled.

Despite Jungkook’s genuine concern, Taehyung pushes his head back under the blanket. “You ask too many questions, just continue, please.”

Jungkook shrugs off the concern, returning to his previous focus. But soon, Taehyung’s moans grow frantic. “Ughhh, fuck yeah! no, no, no, nooo!” In his distress, Taehyung kicks Jungkook’s face by mistake, scrambling from the sheets and racing to the bathroom.

“Ow, what the fuck!Tae?” Jungkook frowns, rubbing his forehead where Taehyung’s foot connected. He pauses, however, when he hears loud gagging sounds coming from the bathroom.

Hastily, Jungkook rises from the bed and heads to the bathroom, their naked forms illuminated by the soft light of the room. He finds Taehyung crouched by the toilet, vomiting violently.

“You okay, babe?” Jungkook’s voice is laced with concern as he kneels beside Taehyung, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Ughhh... yeah…” Taehyung starts, but another wave of nausea interrupts him, forcing him to continue throwing up.

“It’s okay, babe… get it all out,” Jungkook reassures him, his hand gently soothing Taehyung’s back.

Once Taehyung finishes, Jungkook helps him into a warm bath. He flushes the remnants of the vomit away, then joins Taehyung in the tub, carefully washing him.

Taehyung’s body feels weak from the ordeal, his mind racing as he wonders what could have caused such an intense reaction. The thought of typhoid crosses his mind, and he silently prays that it isn’t something that serious.

As Jungkook massages Taehyung’s hips under the warm water, he looks at him with concern. “Babe, you sure it’s not what I think it is?”

Taehyung meets his gaze with a tired but reassuring smile. “Nah babe, I’m always on my pills,” he responds softly, trying to quell Jungkook’s worry.

Jungkook seems to take solace in Taehyung’s words. “Oh, okay babe… if you’re sure,” he says, placing a gentle peck on Taehyung’s cheek. His touch is tender, yet the doubt lingers in his eyes.