Chapter 238 - Exasperating!

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Jungkook closed the front door, kicked off his boots and wore a puzzled expression on his face. He had a bag of groceries and was expecting to start cooking as he waited for his husband to get home but the shoes that sat neatly in their place by the front door, told him that Taehyung was already home.

"Tae?" Jungkook calls as he walks with the bag in his hand towards the kitchen.

"I'm here!" Tae responds, coming down the hall, through the living area and into the kitchen.

Jungkook eyes the man in his baggy tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt. "Your wardrobe is full of clothes, yet you wear mine?"

"This is yours?" He says with a surprised tone.

The dancer rolls his eyes, smiles and shakes his head. "I wasn't expecting you to be home."

"I got away early. My boss is the best!" Tae says with a big grin.

"You'll have to sit at the island if you want to talk because I need to start dinner." Jungkook begins to unpack the bag and put the items away.

"I've ordered dinner to come to us tonight. I hope that your dinner plans will keep for tomorrow?" Tae says as he takes a seat on the high stool positioned close to the island.

"What? Why have you ordered? I thought I was cooking?"

"I've run us a bath, too." Tae smiles.

Jungkook stops what he's doing and faces the CEO from the other side of the kitchen. "What have I missed?" He takes his phone from his pocket and checks the date, "It's not an anniversary is it?"

"No, it's not an anniversary. We do have to talk about what time we are going to Kyong's for Si-Jin's birthday on 28th."

"That doesn't need a takeaway and a bath though?"

Taehyung giggles, "No, it doesn't."

Jungkook walks over to his husband and positions himself between Tae's legs, placing a hand on each of the CEO's thighs. "Has something happened? Do you need to tell me something?"

"No. I wanted to do something nice for you..." Tae informs him. It hadn't gone unnoticed that Jungkook had pulled his blanket from the ottoman after the disastrous meal with Han-Shik, "... I thought you might want to talk?"

Jungkook pecks Tae on the lips and walks away to finish putting the groceries away. "I've got nothing to talk about." He knows exactly what people think he should be talking about but he doesn't want to.

Kyong had been sending him messages after the train wreck that was meant to have built bridges not burnt them. The group chat was quiet, no messages from Han-Shik but what could he say? An apology would be a start. An apology for being gullible and manipulated... but then they all had been at one stage when Nuri was pulling the strings. This was different though, Han-Shik had more information to contradict everything his mother told him, which was one advantage that he had over his brothers.

Jungkook took an instant dislike to anyone who turned on his husband. He didn't care if his brother was stupid enough to believe that he stole the money from the safe, even after they'd talked it out at the Signiel and he said he trusted Jungkook. He didn't care whether he still felt hurt that Jungkook had left home and didn't make contact for years... he didn't like that's how his brother felt but it was what it was and Jungkook really thought they'd accomplished a lot on their night out.

But he wouldn't accept an irrational disliking of Taehyung. Han-Shik didn't know the CEO, only what he's heard so it didn't take a member of MENSA to work it out.

"What time have you ordered dinner for?" The dancer asks as he finds somewhere to store the plastic bag he's scrunched up in his hand.

Tae doesn't like the change of subject or the lack of acknowledgement but he knows better than to push his husband too far, too fast. Perhaps he was reading the signals wrong and the rant on the way home after leaving the restaurant had been enough? It felt like the second they walked into the elevator and the doors opened up on the private landing, the conversation stopped and it was as if nothing happened.

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