Jungkook's to-do list for this flight: finish his article draft, maybe watch a movie, and definitely avoid awkward seatmates. What he didn't plan for? Becoming the emergency babysitter for a billionaire's surprise child.
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Boyxboy
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Jungkook stirred awake, warmth clinging to him like a second skin. His eyes fluttered open only to find himself nestled in a firm embrace—Taehyung's face buried in the crook of his neck, soft breaths fanning over his skin. Two strong arms were wrapped securely around his waist, as if the older man had no intention of letting him go.
A soft smile crept onto Jungkook's face. His hand rose instinctively, brushing back Taehyung's hair to get a better look at him. He leaned down to press a featherlight kiss to his forehead, fingertips gently threading through his hair.
The morning sun was flooding the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the bedroom in a golden hue. It was perfect—until it hit him.
'Wait. Why was it so bright already?'
His eyes widened, and he scrambled beneath the blanket to search for his phone. After a few chaotic seconds of patting around, he found it under the pillow. The screen lit up.
8:32 a.m.
"Shit!"
He yanked himself free from Taehyung's arms with a gasp. "I'm so dead," he muttered, tossing the covers aside and jumping out of bed.
He hadn't informed his supervisor he'd be taking the day off. And now? He was wildly late. The man already believed Jungkook only got this internship because of his last name—Jeon—and this wasn't exactly helping his case.
Taehyung grunted in protest as Jungkook jolted around the room like a storm. The older pulled the warm pillow —Jungkook was sleeping on—and groaned before slumping back into sleep mode.
Meanwhile, Jungkook rushed into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face while simultaneously booking a cab on his phone. No chance he'd catch a bus from this side of Seoul at this hour—not from Taehyung's luxury high-rise where nothing was less than five-star convenience and five-star distance.
He reappeared in the bedroom a few minutes later, hair damp, fumbling through Taehyung's closet for something that wouldn't scream borrowed a business man. He finally settled on a plain black button-up and some jeans.
"Tae?" he called, grabbing his shoes and hopping on one foot as he struggled to put them on. "Don't you have work today?"
Taehyung lifted his head groggily, squinting with one eye open. "Where are you going?" he asked, voice thick with sleep.
Jungkook paused for a second, struck by how good he looked in this state—sleep-ruffled hair, a sleepy pout, shirt slipping off one shoulder. Ridiculously handsome and so—domestic.
"We overslept," Jungkook giggled, pointing to his still-ringing phone. "I have to go or my supervisor will skin me alive."
Taehyung sat up properly this time, ruffling his hair as he got out of bed. Jungkook was already halfway out the door, waving goodbye.
