Tainted Love (Taekook)

06

When Jungkook walked into his bedroom once he made Ian sleep, the blonde was already in the bed. The brunet glanced towards him as he walked over to the nightstand to put his phone on the charger.

"Sleepy?" He questioned confused. Taehyung never sleeps so early.

The blonde just hummed.

Jungkook inserted the charging pin in his phone before turning towards him. "What happened? You okay, baby?" He asked checking his husband's temperature.

Taehyung shook his head. "Am fine... Just... just sleepy."

The ravenette watched him for a moment. The blonde closed his eyes and acted to sleep. Jungkook blinked puzzled while the other lay silently in his place. Taehyung's behavior was confusing him. The blonde was suddenly behaving distanced opposite to his personality.

Jungkook opened his mouth to ask if there was something bothering the other but stopped. Maybe Taehyung needed some time. Keeping in mind his mental health, he found it better to give him some space.

Staring at his sleeping face for a few minutes, Jungkook nodded still confused.

"O-Okay... Go to sleep. I'll be in the study."

He expected some response but came none. The blonde kept lying in his place unbothered.

Jungkook sighed and removed the blonde locks from his husband's face only to kiss his forehead. Saying goodnight, he pulled the duvets over the blonde and walked away from there with his phone and files he brought from office leaving Taehyung lying in his bed clutching the duvets tightly.

Once the ravenette had walked out, he looked towards the door. His blue, vacant eyes kept staring at the empty air for God knew how long. The storm within him was taking a violent form.

Swallowing furiously, he removed his eyes from the door and turned to other side to sleep.

He loved Jungkook more than himself but sometimes, he hated just how oblivious he was. Can't he see how his husband needed him to stay. To talk to him and ask him what's bothering the blonde. To love him and make him sleep. Sometimes he felt like Jungkook didn't care enough. Sometimes.... sometimes he felt like.... like....

He shook his head and turned to the other side.

Hugging his husband's pillow tightly, he closed his eyes as well as mind and went to sleep.

When he opened his eyes the next time, the room was flooding with the daylight. The man stirred in his sleep. Squinting his eyes, he turned to look towards the other side of the bed only to find it empty.

His eyebrow furrowed.

Taehyung touched the empty space. It was cold. Jungkook must have woken up a long time ago.

His eyes went to the digital clock on the nightstand. It showed ten am. The blonde got up with his forehead creased.

Jungkook leaves for office at ten every day. Where was he now? Did he leave already?

His heart thudded wild in his chest in an unknown fear.

Before he could get restless, he heard a door closing. His gaze followed the sound only to find the other in his half naked glory sliding the door to the walk-in closet shut.

Taehyung stared at him blankly. His sleepy eyes batted lazily as he admired each movement of the gorgeous male. The damp raven hairs falling over his forehead. The drop of water running from the end of hairs to his nape. The bulging muscles. Honey toned skin. Composed actions.

The way Jungkook carried himself, it still did things to Taehyung.

He was still staring when the pair of brown eyes met his. The blonde felt his heart skipping a beat again. He was scared he had some coronary disease. Each time Jungkook catch him staring, it did this weird thing.