Trouble Tamer

42. KIM JUNGKOOK!

The golden hour cast its warm hues through the windows of Taehyung and Jungkook’s mansion as they stepped inside. Jungkook kicked off his sneakers unceremoniously, letting them land in a careless heap near the door. Taehyung’s brow twitched as he picked them up, neatly arranging them on the shoe rack.

“Bun,” Taehyung started, his tone fondly exasperated, “you have hands, don’t you?”

Jungkook, already halfway toward the living room, turned around, hands perched on his hips. His blond hair fell into his eyes as he smirked.

“Yeah, but why bother when you’ll do it for me?” he quipped, sticking out his tongue before spinning on his heel and plopping onto the couch.

"Taking advantage, aren't you?" Taehyung shook his head with a helpless chuckle, hanging up his coat before joining Jungkook. The younger had sprawled out across the sofa, his head resting on a throw pillow as he stared at Taehyung expectantly.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to pamper your husband like a good boy?” Jungkook teased, patting the space next to him.

Taehyung smirked, walking over and settling down beside him. “I spoil you too much, bun,” he murmured, reaching out to brush Jungkook’s hair out of his face.

Jungkook leaned into the touch, his playful demeanor softening for a moment. “And you love every second of it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Taehyung’s hand stilled, his heart swelling as he looked at Jungkook. “I do,” he admitted, his voice steady and full of affection. “I’d spoil you for the rest of my life if it means seeing you like this.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, but he quickly recovered, his sass returning full force. “Damn right, you will. Now, go get me some snacks.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding, Taehyung-ssi?” Jungkook shot back, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes.

Taehyung sighed dramatically but got up anyway. “One day, you’ll be the death of me,” he muttered, heading toward the kitchen.

Jungkook grinned triumphantly, watching him disappear around the corner. When Taehyung returned with a bowl of chips and a bottle of water, Jungkook beamed up at him.

“You’re the best, hyung,” he chirped, grabbing the snacks and settling back into his nest of pillows.

Taehyung sat beside him again, propping his chin on his hand as he watched Jungkook munch away. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he teased, poking Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook batted his hand away, glaring at him half-heartedly. “I’m not cute. I’m hot. Sexy. A whole meal.”

Taehyung threw his head back, laughing. “Alright, alright. You’re a whole meal, bun. The best I’ve ever had.”

Jungkook paused mid-bite, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Are you mocking me?”

“Never,” Taehyung replied smoothly, leaning in to kiss Jungkook’s forehead.

Jungkook grumbled under his breath but didn’t pull away, secretly relishing the attention. He grabbed the remote, flipping through channels until he found a rom-com.

Taehyung groaned. “Another one? Haven’t we seen every rom-com ever made by now?”

Jungkook gasped, clutching his chest as if he’d been mortally wounded. “Excuse you! Rom-coms are a staple of quality entertainment.”

Taehyung smirked, pulling Jungkook closer until the younger was practically sitting in his lap. “Fine, we’ll watch it. But only because you’re cute when you’re passionate about ridiculous things.”