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Here's second chapter...
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Also, idk but if it's offending to you all that jungkook is refered as 'eomma' here, I am sorry but I think it's cute and it has nothing related to reality, gender or whatsoever... I hope you understand it lovelies ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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The next day arrived, bringing the usual flurry of activity in the household. Jungkook had barely finished folding the morning's laundry when he found himself trapped—his back pressed gently against the cool wall of their room. Taehyung, fresh out of the shower and still dripping wet, stood inches away with a playful smirk, his damp hair sticking to his forehead.
“Come on, wifey, just one kiss,” Taehyung murmured, his deep voice laced with mischief as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against Jungkook's lips.
Jungkook blinked, momentarily flustered but quickly recovering. “Hubby, let me go. I have to cook breakfast, clean the guest room, and—”
Before he could finish, Taehyung pulled him closer, his wet arms wrapping firmly around Jungkook's waist. “A kiss,” he demanded again, this time with a slight pout, his tone almost childlike.
Jungkook sighed, recognizing the futility of resistance against Taehyung’s determined charm. “Fine, just one!” he relented, leaning in to press a quick but warm kiss on Taehyung’s lips.
Satisfied, Taehyung smiled triumphantly, but before he could revel in his victory, Jungkook playfully slapped his chest. “Now let me go, you big baby. I have more important things to do than spending all day kissing you,” he teased, giggling as he slipped out of Taehyung’s hold and dashed toward the kitchen.
Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head as he watched his husband scurry away. “Reckless,” he muttered under his breath with a fond scoff. He ran a hand through his wet hair, the ghost of Jungkook’s touch lingering on his lips.
Still, duty called. With a resigned sigh, Taehyung grabbed a towel, drying himself as quickly as possible before turning to get dressed. The day was just starting, and work waited for no one—even if his heart wanted to spend it glued to his adorable husband.
As usual, the morning rolled into the sweet routine of farewells. Jungkook stood by the door, ready to see his family off. He loosely wrapped his arms around Taehyung, leaning in to nuzzle his face into the crook of his husband’s neck, drawing in the comfort of his scent.
“Don’t overwork yourself, okay?” Jungkook murmured softly, pulling back to meet Taehyung’s gaze. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he added with a small pout, his eyes filled with affection.
Taehyung smirked and cupped Jungkook’s face, his tone playful as he replied, “I’ll take care of myself. Don’t sulk too much when I’m away, okay, wifey?”
Jungkook huffed, swatting at Taehyung’s chest but laughing nonetheless.
“Eomma! Kiss!” Taehee suddenly called out, tugging on Jungkook’s sleeve with wide, expectant eyes.
Jungkook chuckled, bending down to his youngest. “There you go,” he said, pressing a tender kiss to Taehee’s chubby cheek, making the little boy giggle in delight.
Jiwoo, who stood nearby with her arms crossed, was staring pointedly at Jungkook, her pout visible.
“Aish, do I have to invite you or what?” Jungkook teased, holding out his arms. Jiwoo immediately ran into his embrace, her earlier attitude melting away. Jungkook kissed her cheek and squeezed her tightly. “Take care of yourself, okay?”
