Let me Love you | TK

Chapter:38

For @LunaBTSophile 💞💗

Author's POV:
{Few days after the fainting incident}

The early morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of their modern kitchen, casting a warm glow over the sleek countertops and stainless steel appliances.

Jungkook, humming softly, stood by the stove, expertly flipping pancakes in a skillet. His brown hair fell gently over his forehead, partially obscuring his expressive eyes that were focused intently on the task at hand. 

The aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling breakfast filled the air, creating a cozy, inviting atmosphere.

Taehyung entered the kitchen, still draped in the remnants of sleep, his steps slow and slightly dragging. Despite his grogginess, he was looking effortlessly stunning, his tousled hair framing his sharp, aristocratic features. His eyes, though slightly hooded with drowsiness, sparkled with an inner light. 

All these days, Jungkook took a great care of his husband. Not letting him skip any meals. Not letting him trade his sleep for work no matter what.

Sometimes Tae would pretend to sleep only to wake up again- after he was sure Jungkook had slept- to resume his work.

Jungkook does not have to know about this though. 

As Tae approached the younger, a soft, genuine smile curved his lips, a rare expression reserved for moments like these."Good morning, ba--" he greeted,his voice a low, melodic rumble, "--Kook" correcting himself right away.

Thankfully brunette did not notice the slip of tongue.

Jungkook turned, his bunny-like smile lighting up his face, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good morning, love. Breakfast will be ready in just a minute."

Taehyung leaned against the counter, both of his hands under his sweatpants pockets as he watched his husband with a fond expression.

 Jungkook's movements were fluid and precise, a testament to his skill. The way his big eyes focused on the task, the gentle curve of his lips as he hummed a tune, made Taehyung's heart swell with a newly found emotion he had never allowed himself to feel before. A tender reminder of what he had started to admit only few days ago.

Just as Jungkook reached up to grab some plates from the upper cabinet, a precariously balanced stack shifted.

Despite being lost in thoughts, Taehyung's sharp eyes did not fail to catch the movement, and before he could think, his body reacted on it's own...

...he lunged forward, pulling Jungkook back with a swift, protective motion. The plates cascaded down, crashing onto the floor and shattering into countless pieces.

Jungkook, startled, found himself pulled against Taehyung's chest. He could feel the rapid thud of Taehyung's heartbeat against his back, matching his own.

 Taehyung's arms, strong yet gentle, held him securely as they both stared at the broken pieces scattered around them."Jungkook, are you okay?"

 Taehyung's voice was filled with concern, his hands gripping Jungkook's arms as he turned him around to check for any injuries. His usual feline eyes were wide and soft, betraying his worry.

Jungkook nodded slowly, still processing the sudden turn of events. "Yeah..I-I'm fine. Thanks to you." He looked at the shattered plates, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "Guess I'll have to clean that up now."

Taehyung's grip on him tightened for a moment before he released him, running a hand through his messy hair in relief. "Be-be more careful next time, p-please."