Untold Truth Of My Husband (Taekookff) 18+

part 6

Taehyung had been sitting by Jungkook's side for six long hours, his body drenched in sweat and his eyes red and swollen from tears. The pain he had absorbed was still intense, though it had dulled slightly over time. With every passing minute, the weight of the suffering grew harder to bear. Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to keep himself from crying out.

In his anguish, he hadn't noticed that Jungkook had woken up. The first thing Jungkook saw was Taehyung's face, which made him smile. But the moment he looked at Taehyung's condition, his smile disappeared. Frowning, he glanced at his arm, still red from the injury, but he no longer felt any pain. Confused, his gaze shifted to their intertwined hands, then back to Taehyung's face, which was contorted in agony.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook's voice broke the silence, startling Taehyung, who immediately opened his eyes.

"How are... you feeling? Are... you okay?" Taehyung asked, his voice weak and strained. He could barely manage the words, but his concern for Jungkook overpowered his own pain.

Jungkook's frown deepened as he realized what was happening. Taehyung was somehow taking his pain, enduring it so Jungkook wouldn't have to.

"You don't need to do this," Jungkook said gently, pulling his hand away from Taehyung's grip. "My pain tolerance is higher than yours. I can handle it."

But the moment he broke their physical connection, a wave of pain surged through him. "Ahh, f*ck," Jungkook yelped, his hand instinctively clutching his broken arm.

"You're not fine," Taehyung insisted, his voice shaky but determined. "Please, let me help."

"It's not necessary," Jungkook replied, his voice colder now. "I'll manage." Without waiting for a response, he adjusted his injured arm and stood. "I'm going for a run." He walked out of the room, leaving Taehyung behind.

Taehyung sat there, stunned and hurt by Jungkook's sudden distance. "But you're... in pain," he whispered, but Jungkook was already gone. The coldness in his behavior stung, and Taehyung couldn't help but wonder if he had done something wrong. Just yesterday, they had seemed fine, but now they were back to the same old distance, the same unspoken tension.

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Taehyung sat at the dining table, idly poking at his breakfast. It had been over an hour since Jungkook left for his run, and Taehyung was lost in his thoughts, his mind replaying the events of the morning.

He glanced down at his hands, still marveling at what he had discovered about himself. "I can really do that? I didn't even know..." he muttered to himself, his thoughts interrupted by Jungkook's voice from the doorway.

"Prepare breakfast," Jungkook said bluntly, then disappeared into his room.

Hana, who had been in the kitchen, immediately started making pancakes. Taehyung watched her work, curious.

"Jungkook likes pancakes?" he asked quietly, eager to learn more about his husband's preferences.

"Yes, with blueberries," Hana replied, flipping a pancake onto the plate. "He always has exactly four pancakes for breakfast, drenched in honey."

Taehyung hummed in acknowledgment, watching as she prepared the rest of the meal. It felt strange, observing the small details of Jungkook's routine.

Soon, Jungkook entered the room, freshly showered and dressed, with his injured arm resting in a sling. He took his usual seat at the head of the table, and Hana placed the stack of pancakes in front of him. The four pancakes were stacked like a tower, just as jungkook likes.

Jungkook reached for the honey bottle, which was just out of reach. Before he could stand, Taehyung quickly passed it to him.

"You could have just asked me," Taehyung said softly.