Bobba Tae

🧋19☕

The Taekook mansion was filled with a soft, almost tense silence, an unusual atmosphere for a place that usually overflowed with laughter, playful arguments, and endless cuddles. But tonight, the ambiance was heavy, punctuated by Jungkook’s frustrated sighs and the occasional sniffle from a feverish Taehyung.

Jungkook entered the bedroom once more, arms crossed as he watched Taehyung huddled under the thickest comforter they owned. “Honestly, hyung, what were you thinking?” he mumbled, but his tone had softened, more exasperated than angry. His eyes softened as he took in Taehyung’s flushed cheeks, his slightly parted lips, and those wide, guilty eyes that peeked at him from beneath the blanket.

Taehyung's face broke into a weak smile, though it barely masked the discomfort he felt. He reached out a hand, beckoning Jungkook closer. “Come here, Kookie. I need a hug,” he murmured, his voice thick with both the fever and a lingering sense of vulnerability.

Jungkook’s resolve crumbled, and he couldn’t resist any longer. He sank down beside Taehyung, carefully sliding his arms around him, pulling him close. Taehyung immediately buried his face against Jungkook’s shoulder, his warm breath brushing against Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s heart ached, but there was something so endearing in Taehyung’s neediness, in the way he clung to him like Jungkook was his lifeline.

“I just can’t help it, you know?” Taehyung murmured into Jungkook’s shoulder. “You’re my bobba, and… sometimes I just worry.”

Jungkook pulled back slightly, just enough to look Taehyung in the eyes. “Well, you can worry, but not like this. Look at you—shivering and red-nosed like a sick puppy,” he teased gently, running his thumb across Taehyung’s cheek. “What am I going to do with you?”

Taehyung’s cheeks flushed even more, his eyes shining with a hint of mischief despite the fever. “Guess you’ll just have to take care of me now,” he replied with a small smirk.

Jungkook huffed, but his expression softened as he stroked Taehyung’s hair, wrapping him even tighter in the blankets. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, unable to hide the adoration in his voice.

Taehyung’s smile turned softer, and he reached out, tracing his fingers along Jungkook’s jawline, eyes shining with unspoken affection. “How did I get so lucky to have you, hmm? My bobba, my whole world,” he whispered, voice filled with sincerity that made Jungkook’s cheeks warm.

Jungkook felt his heart flutter, a soft, shy smile breaking onto his face as he playfully nudged Taehyung’s forehead with his own. “Stop it, hyung,” he mumbled, but he couldn’t hide the grin spreading across his lips. Taehyung had this uncanny ability to make his heart race with just a few words, a soft look, a gentle touch.

“Alright, alright,” Taehyung said, laughing weakly, his fingers tangling in Jungkook’s hair. “But you’re too cute when you blush, bobba. I can’t help it.”

Jungkook let out a soft laugh, feeling that familiar warmth bubbling up inside him. “Says the one who stood in the rain like a lovesick fool. Honestly, if anyone here’s cute, it’s you,” he replied, poking Taehyung’s cheek as he did.

Taehyung pouted, his lower lip jutting out just enough to make Jungkook’s heart melt. “Not fair! I was being thoughtful, not foolish,” he insisted, though his playful pout soon turned into a giggle as Jungkook leaned in, pressing a light kiss to his nose.

“You’re such a big softie, hyung,” Jungkook whispered, his voice gentle as he nuzzled against Taehyung’s cheek. “But… I love that about you.” He tightened his embrace, feeling Taehyung’s heart beating softly against his own.

Taehyung’s arms curled around him even tighter, his fever momentarily forgotten as he lost himself in the warmth of Jungkook’s hug. “I love you too, Kookie. So much,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath but filled with every ounce of emotion he had.