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EP07: The pent up anger

The sound of pouring rain echoed throughout the place, as if nature itself was weeping. Despite the time being just past four in the afternoon, darkness had settled over the world, casting an eerie and melancholic atmosphere outside. The heavy raindrops hit the windows with an intensity that matched the turmoil brewing within Jungkook's heart.

As Jungkook stormed into the house, his wet form causing puddles to form beneath him, his anger seemed almost tangible. Like a raging storm, he left chaos in his wake. The first thing he did was to violently kick his study table. Papers flew around everywhere in the room, his stationery and other important items resting on the bedroom's floor.

"Fuck this! I don't want to do it anymore!"

The commotion caught the attention of Taehyung, who had been leisurely having his precious skin care routine in the bathroom, oblivious to the brewing storm inside their home. Hearing his husband's agitated mumbling, Taehyung's heart skipped a beat with worry. With urgency, he wrapped his bathrobe around himself and rushed out of the bathroom, his bare feet feeling cold against the wooden floor.

Upon witnessing the mess that Jungkook had created, Taehyung's heart sank. The sight was nothing short of a battlefield, but it was the cacophony of their daughter's cry that pierced his very soul. She trembled in fear, awoken from her nap by the fierce noise and the sight of her father so consumed by anger.

"Stop, Jungkook…" Taehyung whispered, "you're scaring Taehee by doing all this."

Fear and frustration mingled within Taehyung's eyes as he approached his shattered husband. With a tenderness only a soul mate possessed, he gently reached out and touched the side of Jungkook's face, silently urging him to calm down. 

"Stop, don't do this. Taehee and the little one can feel you."

As if reminded of the precious life inside him, Jungkook's gaze softened when Taehyung guided his larger hands on his baby bump. The small movements within Taehyung's baby bump brought a smile to Jungkook's face. Their baby was kicking and he could feel it. 

Taehyung sat down on the edge of the bed with Jungkook sitting down on the floor. Jungkook closed his eyes and let himself find solace in Taehyung's lap, just as he had countless times before in life's emotional moments.

Taehyung's fingers intertwined with strands of Jungkook's wet hair, his touch soft and gentle. In the embrace of his husband's love, he found the strength to share the burden of his woes.

"What's the matter, Jungkook? What made you so angry?"

Through the soothing rhythm of hair-petting, Jungkook began to pour out the tale of his frustrations. 

"I had gone to investigate the crime scene earlier, only to find that the killer had returned and very smartly erased any traces of their presence. My hunger had turned to irritability and anger, and had driven me to lose myself in a maddening fury."

Taehyung listened intently, his eyes filled with unwavering belief in Jungkook's abilities. His voice, laden with unwavering encouragement, reassured Jungkook. "You have always been brilliant in your pursuit of justice, my love," Taehyung whispered, his slender fingers caressing the nape of Jungkook's neck. "Remember all the criminals you have caught before. Trust in your instincts, and the clues will reveal themselves. Just have some patience. If the killer returned back to erase their traces, then they would surely come back to provoke you even more."

Jungkook immediately sat up straight and looked at Taehyung wide eyed, "you actually got a point. The killer might come back."

"Yes! Don't lose hope yet."

With renewed hope simmering within his soul, Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief, knowing his husband was holding his hand tightly, guiding him through the maze of his emotions.