Taehyung had started liking Jungkook, romantically.
Maybe, deep down, he always did.
But it had taken Jungkook's earnest confession to make him confront the truth. The little things Jungkook did started to feel different: the way he smiled, the way his eyes lingered on Taehyung a bit longer than necessary, the subtle flush that painted his cheeks when Taehyung caught him staring. It sent a thrill through him that Taehyung hadn't felt in a long time.
Still, admitting this to himself and admitting it to Jungkook were two different things.
There was a comfort in letting Jungkook take the lead, a chance to see just how deep his husband's affection could go. And Taehyung was enjoying every bit of it, even if he pretended otherwise.
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"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Nooooo!"
"Yessssss!"
The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Kim mansion's kitchen.
Jimin stood by the counter, one hand on his hip, and the other waving a small bottle in front of Jungkook's face. The kitchen, with its marble countertops and polished appliances, was warm with the scent of vanilla and butter.
"No," Jungkook said, crossing his arms, eyes narrowing stubbornly.
"Yes," Jimin sing-songed back, a mischievous grin on his lips.
"Hyung, I said no!" Jungkook's brows furrowed, and he stepped back, pouting as he reached for the mixing bowl on the counter.
Jimin clicked his tongue.
"Look, Kookie. This is for Taehyung's own good. He's been so tense lately, and these," he shook the small bottle for emphasis, "will help him chill out."
Jungkook glared at the bottle and, with a sudden move, snatched it out of Jimin's hand. He shoved it into his pocket with a finality that made Jimin's eyes widen in mock offense.
"Why would you do that?" Jimin pouted, but his playful demeanor didn't falter.
"Because," Jungkook said, sighing as he ran a hand through his blonde hair, "we don't need tricks. If Taehyung wants to rest, he'll rest. I'm not going to manipulate him into anything, hyung."
Jimin's smirk softened as he leaned against the counter.
"Getting prorective for your husband, huh?" His voice never losing its teasing edge.
Jungkook's expression shifted from determined to shy, a soft blush coloring his cheeks.
"Alright, alright," Jimin said, raising his hands in mock surrender, changing the topic.
"No tricks. Let's just focus on this masterpiece of a cake."
The two burst into laughter as Jungkook pulled open the oven door slightly to peek at the golden-brown cake inside. The warmth washed over them, filling the room with a buttery scent.
"Looks perfect, doesn't it?" Jimin said, eyes sparkling with pride.
Jungkook nodded, a grin spreading across his face.
"It really does. Taehyung's going to love this."
They exchanged a triumphant high-five, the slap of their palms echoing in the kitchen. In the past week, there friendship was one of the thing that grew. Jimin was flirty, Jungkook agrees but he was harmless, and of course, a bottom. That was what Jungkook made feel comfortable and friendly enough around the male, yea.
"Do we have any chocolate or marshmallows?" Jimin suddenly asked, eyes darting around.
"Why?" Jungkook's brows knitted together in confusion.
"For toppings! Imagine this cake, but with melted chocolate and gooey marshmallows on top." Jimin's eyes widened as he imagined it, and Jungkook couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm.
"Okay, okay, I'll check," Jungkook said, opening the pantry and rummaging through its shelves.
Suddenly, Jimin's phone buzzed, cutting through the light-hearted moment. He glanced at the screen and let out a small groan.
"It's my mom. I have to take this."
"Sure." Jungkook said while looking at the said ingredients as Jimin went to take the call.
Soon enough, he returned.
"Ahmm... Jungkook, will it be okay if I leave a lil early then planned?"
Jungkook looked up, concern softening his features.
"Everything okay, hyung?"
Jimin nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, just something urgent. Can you handle the rest here?"
"Of course, hyung. Go ahead," Jungkook said, waving him off with a smile.
Jimin grabbed his coat and started for the door, pausing to look back.
"Don't forget, Kook, make it look extra good. Taehyung's got high standards, even if he pretends he doesn't, I know that alien head male must do-"
"Got it, hyung," Jungkook called after him, a laugh bubbling in his chest as Jimin grinned and disappeared through the door.
With the kitchen quiet again, Jungkook stood alone, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He glanced around, the soft hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock filling the silence.
"Okay, chocolate, chocolate..." he muttered, searching the cabinets. His eyes darted from one shelf to the next, but each time he came up empty-handed.
He sighed, a small frown forming on his lips.
"There's nothing here," he said, leaning back and looking around the bright kitchen. His eyes drifted to the window, where he could see the sunlight filtering through the trees, the neighborhood bathed in the golden glow of the afternoon.
"Maybe I should just run to the store," he thought aloud.
"Taehyung's still busy with the work, so I'll be quick."
Decision made, Jungkook grabbed his keys and wallet and slipped on his sneakers. The crisp autumn air greeted him as he stepped outside, the slight chill a stark contrast to the warm kitchen he'd just left. Leaves, the color of honey and rust, crunched under his feet as he made his way down the path.
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A sleek black car was parked inconspicuously down the street, its windows tinted to an ominous shade. Inside, two burly men sat with an air of anticipation, dressed in tailored black suits that did nothing to soften their intimidating presence. They each wore dark sunglasses, the lenses hiding the tiny, built-in cameras that streamed everything they saw to a larger screen somewhere far from the quiet suburb.
Through the feed, a pair of sharp eyes watched Jungkook exit the Kim mansion, his golden hair catching the last rays of the setting sun as he made his way to his car. The figure in the distant room leaned forward, his lips curling into a slow, menacing smirk as the live feed showed Jungkook getting behind the wheel.
"There you are, Kim," the man muttered, his voice like silk laced with venom. He lifted a glass of amber liquid to his lips, taking a small sip before setting it down with a deliberate clink.
"Your countdown begins now."
The screen captured Jungkook driving off, unaware of the eyes trained on him, and the man's smirk deepened.
"Prepare to execute the plan," he commanded, voice echoing in the dimly lit room. The two men in the car exchanged glances and nodded subtly, their expressions devoid of emotion as they continued to follow Jungkook's path with calculated patience.
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Trouble Tamer
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