Whispers of a first kiss

Chapter 72

Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze softening as he watched Jungkook curl up into a ball, his face pinched in discomfort. "Is it paining again?" he asked gently, noticing the way Jungkook's hand clutched at his stomach.

Jungkook hummed weakly, letting out a small sniffle. He looked so vulnerable, so different from his usual energetic self, and Taehyung's heart squeezed. He hated seeing him in pain.

"Should I do something?" Taehyung asked, his voice filled with concern, reaching out as though ready to help in any way he could. Jungkook looked up at him, his big, doe eyes shining with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

"I don't want to eat medicine for this," Jungkook mumbled, almost as if he were defending himself. "Mom says it's bad for me."

Taehyung nodded, though a teasing glint appeared in his eyes. "Oh, so no medicine," he mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "How about... I make you pregnant? That way, you won't have to go through these pains for at least nine whole months."

Jungkook's eyes widened, momentarily forgetting his discomfort as he stared at Taehyung in shock and horror. "What...?" He managed to sputter, his cheeks flushing in a way that made Taehyung grin. "Can you shut up and leave me alone?"

Taehyung bit back a laugh, pressing his lips together in a thin line to look serious. He nodded dutifully, as if he had just received a royal command. But he couldn't help himself, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "But really, think about it. Your dad's face if he finds out his precious son is having my baby? Do you think he'd grab me by the leg and toss me out like some rat?"

Jungkook, who had been trying to keep a straight face, felt his lips twitch at Taehyung's words. He could actually imagine his father's furious face, Taehyung getting dragged out the door, yelling protests. The mental image made him chuckle, despite his discomfort. "I can clearly see it," he muttered, his lips quirking into a reluctant smile. "But it's fine. At least you're a puppy, not a rat."

Taehyung laughed out loud, his laughter filling the room with warmth. "Oh, so I'm a puppy now, huh?" he asked, nudging Jungkook playfully. However, he didn't see the pillow coming until it smacked him right in the face, knocking the teasing grin off his face.

"Oof!" Taehyung yelped, caught off guard as Jungkook threw the pillow at him with surprising accuracy. Jungkook managed a small, his face still pale but clearly amused.

Taehyung held up his hands in surrender, laughing. "Alright, alright! I'll be quiet," he said, putting the pillow back beside Jungkook. But as he settled down beside him, he took Jungkook's leg and placed it on his lap.

Jungkook let himself relax, his head resting on a soft pillow as he closed his eyes, sighing softly. "I hate days like this," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

Taehyung's expression softened, his teasing falling away as he ran a soothing hand along Jungkook's leg. "It's a matter of a few days," he replied quietly.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a small head with a mess of curly hair peeked around the edge, eyes wide with excitement. Both Jungkook and Taehyung turned to look, surprised to see the little visitor.

"Jungkookieeee," she whispered, trying to hold back her excitement but failing as she padded quietly into the room and gently shut the door behind her.

"Nami?" Taehyung called softly, curious about what she was doing sneaking into their room at this hour. But Nami quickly brought her finger to her lips, signaling him to keep quiet.

"Shhh," she whispered. "Mom will be angry if he knows I came in here."

Taehyung smirked, amused by her little act, as she climbed up onto the bed, her tiny frame settling beside Jungkook with all the determination of a secret agent on a mission. She placed the doll she'd been holding onto the bed next to him, as if it were a special delivery just for him.