My EverHeart~power bottom

chapter 2

It was nearing 6 in the evening.

After ensuring that Taehyung had drifted off to sleep, Jungkook made his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

He decided on kimchi fried rice, Taehyung’s favorite, adding a few others liked dishes as well, he knew his husband enjoyed.

He and the helper were deep into the cooking process when the front door swung open, revealing two women and a girl, their arms laden with shopping bags.

Jungkook could never quite understand their incessant need for shopping—every week, sometimes even twice a week. It was as if they embodied the very concept of frivolous extravagance. And all of it?

Spent with the hard-earned money of his husband, father-in-law, and brother-in-law. Whenever Jungkook tried to reason with these women, he was instantly cast as the villain of the household,

so he refrained from showing his irritation as they excitedly unpacked their latest purchases.

"Oh, Jungkook, you're cooking today?" his mother-in-law inquired with her ever-present fake smile. Jungkook internally scoffed but returned the smile with practiced politeness.

"Yes, Mother," he replied, quickly turning back to the stove, keen to avoid their mindless chatter about shopping and the neighborhood gossip.

"What are you making?" came the voice of Taehyung’s halmeoni, Kim Buyen, Mr. Kim’s sister.

"Whatever I can manage. You’ll see soon enough," he responded in a calm but slightly clipped tone. Thanks to his naturally gentle voice, the sharpness of his words was softened.

Mrs. Buyen scoffed but didn't push further, well aware of Jungkook’s boundaries.

"Jungkook, you should mind your tone when addressing elders," Jiyeh, Mrs. Buyen’s spoiled daughter, chimed in. Jungkook didn't bother to acknowledge her. The audacity—coming from someone as pampered and entitled as her.

He took a deep breath, washed his hands after finishing the meal, and began to leave the kitchen.

"I’m older than you too, so it might be wise to refrain from addressing me by name," he added as he made his way up the stairs.

It was time to see his husband—Taehyung would undoubtedly pout if he didn’t find Jungkook in bed, and as frustrating as that could be, the sulky version of his husband was still irresistibly cute.

You might wonder why Jungkook behaves this way toward them. In the early days of their marriage, they had bullied him mercilessly, and over time, their relationship deteriorated into this tense coldness. Back then,

he had been kind, regardless of how much they demeaned him. But over the years, he had shed his need to be a people pleaser.

It wasn’t that he was naive, but he had once respected them—before they drove him to the point of indifference.

Jungkook entered their bedroom silently, smiling at the sight of his husband stirring in his sleep, his hand patting the empty side of the bed in search of him.

With a soft chuckle, Jungkook shed his shirt, leaving only his undergarments, and slipped under the duvet.

Pulling Taehyung close, he felt the older man nuzzle into his chest, his pouty lips pressing against Jungkook’s skin as he tightened his hold around his waist.

Jungkook planted a gentle kiss on Taehyung’s head, wrapping him even tighter in his embrace. There was still time before dinner; perhaps they could sleep for another two or three hours.