Bobba Tae

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Jungkook was lost in his element, sitting on a small stool with his camera in hand, sipping his favorite boba tea between shots. His doe eyes sparkled with concentration as he adjusted the lens, carefully angling the camera to capture the actor’s best features. The studio was softly lit, highlighting Jungkook’s delicate features and the faint blush that always seemed to dust his cheeks.

The actor, a rising star who had quickly gained fame, was supposed to focus on the shoot. But instead, he found himself distracted by the young photographer. Jungkook’s gentle demeanor, the way his lips wrapped around the straw of his boba tea, and the utter dedication he showed to his craft mesmerized him.

Jungkook, oblivious to the admiration, continued working diligently. “Please tilt your head slightly to the left,” he said softly, his voice warm yet professional. The actor complied, though his eyes lingered on Jungkook rather than the camera.

The actor’s manager, noticing the star’s distracted gaze, quickly approached Jungkook. “Mr. Jeon,” he said politely, breaking Jungkook’s focus.

Jungkook looked up, startled, his wide eyes blinking rapidly as he adjusted to the sudden interruption. “Oh, yes? Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

“Not at all,” the manager reassured, offering a polite smile. “Actually, I wanted to commend you. Your work is extraordinary. That’s why we specifically requested you for this shoot.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed pink at the compliment. “Ah, thank you! I just want to make sure the pictures turn out well,” he replied, a little shyly. He glanced at the actor, who was still staring at him, and offered a small, polite smile. “I think we’re almost done here. Just a few more shots, if that’s okay.”

“Take all the time you need,” the manager said, glancing meaningfully at the actor.

Jungkook adjusted his camera again, completely unaware of the silent exchange between the actor and his manager. He was too focused on capturing the perfect shot, his creativity shining through in every click of the shutter.

Meanwhile, the actor couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t just Jungkook’s photography that was exceptional—it was the person behind the lens.

Jungkook had just wrapped up the shoot, carefully placing his camera back in its bag and sipping on his boba tea to relax. His cheeks were still a little flushed from the effort, and his doe eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.

The actor, who had been watching him with a smile, approached him with a neatly wrapped box in his hands. It was an elegant box of chocolates, adorned with a golden ribbon that screamed luxury. He cleared his throat to catch Jungkook’s attention.

“Mr. Jeon,” the actor began, his voice warm and polite, “thank you so much for today. Your work is truly amazing.” He held out the box of chocolates. “This is just a small token of gratitude from my side. I hope you’ll accept it.”

Jungkook blinked, surprised by the gesture. He hesitated for a moment, looking at the box and then at the actor, unsure if he should accept such an expensive gift. “Oh, you really didn’t have to,” Jungkook said softly, his tone shy. “It was my job, after all. But… thank you so much.”

The actor smiled, his eyes twinkling. “No, really, I should be thanking you. You’re the best photographer in South Korea, and having you agree to work with me means a lot. I know my fans are going to love these photos even more when they find out they were taken by you.”

Jungkook blushed at the compliment, his nose and ears turning pink. He fidgeted slightly, holding the box carefully as if it might break. “That’s very kind of you to say,” he murmured. “I just… I hope the photos turn out the way you envisioned.”

“They already exceed my expectations,” the actor said earnestly, a genuine smile on his face. “You have an incredible talent, Mr. Jeon. And… I hope we can work together again in the future.”

Jungkook nodded, offering a polite smile. “Of course. I’d love that.”

As the actor left, Jungkook stared at the box of chocolates, his heart feeling warm from the thoughtful gesture. He made a mental note to share the chocolates with Taehyung later, knowing his hyungie would find the whole interaction amusing—and would probably tease him for being so obliviously charming.

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Taehyung had an unusually hectic day at work, leaving him no choice but to send his business partner and best friend, Jimin, to pick up Jungkook from the studio. Taehyung trusted no one else with his precious bobba, and though Jimin was initially reluctant, he eventually complied with Taehyung's request, sighing as he agreed. Once Jimin safely dropped Jungkook at the mansion, he texted Taehyung, "Your bobba is home, safe and sound," along with an eye-roll emoji.

Jungkook, meanwhile, was thoroughly exhausted from a long day of work. He barely had the energy to kick off his shoes, let alone head upstairs to their bedroom. Instead, he placed his bag and the chocolate box gifted by the actor on the living room table. With his doe eyes droopy and his energy drained, Jungkook collapsed onto the couch, curling up into a ball. Still dressed in his work clothes, he drifted off into a deep sleep, his adorable features softening further in slumber. His cheeks puffed up slightly, and his lips formed a natural pout, making him look like a sleeping bunny.

Taehyung finally returned home later that evening, stepping inside and calling out as usual, "Bobba, I’m home! Where are you?" When he received no response, he frowned slightly, wondering where Jungkook might be. After removing his shoes and placing his bag aside, he walked towards the living room—and froze at the sight before him.

There, on the couch, was his adorable husband, fast asleep. Jungkook was curled up like a kitten, his cheeks flushed and his pout impossibly endearing. His work clothes were slightly crumpled, and his soft hair fell messily across his forehead.

Taehyung’s heart clenched at the sight. He crouched down beside the couch, brushing a stray strand of hair away from Jungkook’s face. "My sleepy bobba," he whispered, a fond smile spreading across his face. "You’re working too hard again, aren’t you?"

Jungkook stirred slightly at the gentle touch, letting out a small hum but not waking up. Taehyung chuckled softly. Unable to resist, he leaned down to place a tender kiss on Jungkook’s forehead. “You’re too precious,” he murmured.

Carefully, Taehyung slipped his arms under Jungkook, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. Jungkook instinctively cuddled closer, burying his face in Taehyung’s chest, his small hands clutching at Taehyung’s shirt. Taehyung felt his heart melt even further.

He carried Jungkook upstairs to their bedroom, whispering sweet words as he laid him gently on the bed. Pulling the covers over Jungkook, Taehyung kissed his forehead again before settling down beside him. "Rest well, my love. You deserve it."

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