Flying first class| Taekook

Chapter 5 🌷

When they were driving back home, Jungkook noticed how Taehyung didn't hand over the crying baby like he usually did. Instead, he cradled Yunhee carefully against his chest, one hand supporting the boy's back, the other gently rubbing circles between his tiny shoulder blades. The motion was tentative, but protective. Loving.

A quiet warmth bloomed in Jungkook's chest at the sight—at the contrast between now and the man he first met on the plane. That man had been distant, hesitant, terrified of holding his own child. But now, here he was, rocking Yunhee with a steady rhythm, his eyes flicking down every few seconds to check if the boy had truly calmed.

The doctor had reassured them it was nothing serious—a scrape and a little bruising—but still administered a mild painkiller, warning them Yunhee might sleep through the night and be cranky by morning. Even so, Taehyung hadn't let go of him once since the visit.

Jungkook leaned back in his seat, the city passing by in faint streaks of light beyond the window. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, muscles finally beginning to unclench.

By the time they arrived, the hotel was cloaked in silence, a world away from the chaos of earlier.

Taehyung moved swiftly but gently, navigating straight to the bedroom. He knelt on the bed, pulling the pillows into a soft ring and laying Yunhee in the center like he was placing something sacred down. The toddler shifted once, letting out a soft sound before settling again, face nuzzled into the side of one plush pillow.

Jungkook stood quietly by the door, his figure silhouetted in the dim light spilling from the hallway.

And he just watched.

Watched as Taehyung crouched there, brushing a stray curl away from Yunhee's forehead, his expression soft in a way Jungkook hadn't seen before and then he placed a gentle kiss there for the first time. Like something had cracked open inside him, letting the light seep through.

When Taehyung stepped out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him, his eyes immediately found Jungkook standing by the dining table, pouring water into two glasses.

His gaze—unintentionally, instinctively—drifted lower. The tight black pants clung to Jungkook's strong, built thighs, exaggerating the length of his legs, tapering into a narrow waist hugged snugly by a harness. The mesh shirt offered fleeting glimpses of ink sprawled across his toned arm, shadows of his tattoos dancing under the soft light. But it was the faint lipstick smudge on his neck that made Taehyung's breath catch—a subtle reminder of the life Jungkook had walked away from tonight, just to be here.

He swallowed thickly, heart skipping when Jungkook turned around, catching him in the act. Embarrassed, Taehyung quickly turned his attention to the glass Jungkook handed him.

"Thanks," he mumbled, fingers brushing briefly as he took it.

Jungkook dropped onto the couch like he belonged there, legs spread, posture relaxed. The casual sprawl sent a strange flicker through Taehyung's chest—an unfamiliar heat, quiet but insistent. Like something inside him had been quietly watching Jungkook all along and was just now deciding to stir.

He joined him, sitting at a modest distance. The silence wasn't awkward, just full.

"I'm so sorry I had to call you—you were probably out," Taehyung said, eyes drifting again to Jungkook's neck.

Noticing the glance, Jungkook flushed and quickly wiped at the lipstick stain, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.

"I was just out with my friends, no big deal. I'm just glad Yunhee's okay," he said, his voice softer now.