Perfect

Know me well

Taehyung quietly entered the apartment, his body heavy with exhaustion after a long day of work and practice. As he slipped off his shoes, his gaze immediately fell on Seokjin, fast asleep on the couch. A wave of guilt washed over him for coming home so late.

He knelt beside the sleeping omega, studying Seokjin’s face. The tear stains on his cheeks tugged painfully at Taehyung’s heart, making him feel like he had failed as a mate. He gently brushed a hand over Seokjin’s cheek, his worry deepening.

"Taehyung," Seokjin mumbled, still groggy but aware of his presence. "Calm down. Your⁸ distressed pheromones are all over the place. I'm alright."

"You’re not sleeping?" Taehyung asked softly.

"I was, but I woke up as soon as you came in," Seokjin said, his eyes still closed. "I'm sorry for coming home so late," Taehyung added, his voice heavy with regret.

"Taehyung, honey, it’s just one night out of the week. Don’t worry. I would’ve called if something felt off." Seokjin tried to sit up but wobbled, letting out a small yelp before Taehyung quickly steadied him.

"How many times do I have to remind you not to rush when getting up?" Taehyung scolded gently.

"Every time, because I’m not going to listen anyway," Seokjin retorted with a roll of his eyes.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at the sudden shift in mood. "Where’s this coming from?"

"From the same place you’re coming from, this late at night," Seokjin teased, making Taehyung purse his lips in amusement.

"I thought you were fine with it?" Taehyung asked, his tone light.

"Not anymore. Stop bothering me and go wash up," Seokjin said, pushing himself up from the couch.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around him from behind, pulling him close. "Baby? I’m bothering you?"

"Yes," Seokjin sighed, "do I have to spell it out for you? I don’t like how you’re always nagging me. I’m pregnant, not disabled. I can move around just fine."

Taehyung breathed in the comforting scent of his mate. "Light of my life, of course you can. I just wish you’d be more careful. This pregnancy is a miracle, and you’re carrying three. That’s why I worry so much. I need you to watch every step, what you eat—"

Jin broke away from the back hug, his voice shaking. "Stop it. I'm not disabled at all. I'm doing just fine. Why are you being so mean to me?" His gaze locked onto Taehyung's, "How can you be so insensitive?"

Without waiting for a reply, Jin walked away, leaving Taehyung standing there. Taehyung understood this was a part of their daily life now—Jin’s pregnancy brought on intense mood swings, and his symptoms had been so severe that his pregnancy was considered a disability. The fact that Jin needed constant support to move around or do basic things deeply frustrated him, and Jin saw it as a form of discrimination. Taehyung knew this time it wasn’t just the mood swings—he had genuinely upset Jin.

After washing up in the guest room, Taehyung went to their bedroom, where Jin was sitting with a post-pregnancy guidebook. As soon as Jin noticed him, he hid behind the book.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung said softly as he sat beside him. "I never meant to hurt you. I just don’t want to lose you or see you in pain, even for a second."

Jin debated whether to have a conversation or throw a tantrum. In the end, he chose the latter, putting the book down and turning his back to Taehyung. Usually, their arguments never lasted beyond the moment—one of them always took the initiative to talk things through. But tonight was different. Taehyung felt dejected, though he kept his emotions in check, not letting his scent give him away. He leaned in to kiss Jin goodnight. They had a rule never to go to bed angry, but tonight, he feared they might break it.