Bobba Tae

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Jungkook picked up his phone and opened the message from Min-Seok while munching on his fried chicken with chopsticks. His brows furrowed as he saw a video file attached to the message. With a slight hesitation, he clicked on it, curious yet uneasy. The video started playing, revealing a visibly intoxicated Min-Seok sitting at a desk with a small blade in his hand.

Jungkook froze as Min-Seok began speaking slurred words, his eyes red and glassy. "Jungkook-shii, does your husband love you as much as I do? Can he do this for you?"

In the video, Min-Seok proceeded to cut his finger, letting the blood drip onto a piece of paper as he wrote what looked like a letter. His actions were erratic, his speech filled with delusional devotion.

Jungkook's hands trembled slightly as he held the phone. He turned to Taehyung, who was watching him closely. "Hyungie," Jungkook said softly, nudging Taehyung's arm. "You need to see this."

Taehyung took the phone from Jungkook's hands, his sharp eyes narrowing as he watched the disturbing video. Jungkook sat beside him, nervously nibbling on his chicken. "Hyungie, I... I don't know what to think. This is so... scary."

Taehyung's jaw tightened as he finished watching the video. He set the phone down on the table, pulling Jungkook closer to him with one arm. His other hand gently wiped a stray tear that had escaped from Jungkook's wide eyes.

"Bobba," Taehyung began, his voice calm but firm, "first of all, you did the right thing by showing me this. Transparency is the key in our relationship, and I'm so proud of you for trusting me."

Jungkook sniffled, burying his face in Taehyung's chest. "Hyungie, he's... he's crazy. Why would he do something like that? And why me?"

Taehyung's hand stroked Jungkook's back soothingly as he spoke, his voice steady and reassuring. "People like him thrive on creating chaos, Jungkookie. This is not love-it's obsession. And you are not responsible for his actions."

Taehyung picked up his phone and made a call to his head of security. "I want a close watch on Min-Seok. Monitor his movements, and ensure that he's warned legally if he steps out of line. This behavior is unacceptable, and I won't tolerate anyone disturbing my family."

After ending the call, Taehyung looked down at Jungkook, who was still curled up in his arms. "Listen to me, love. You don't have to be scared. I'll handle this, okay? No one can harm you as long as I'm here."

Jungkook nodded slowly, his trust in Taehyung unwavering. "Hyungie, thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Taehyung kissed the top of Jungkook's head, offering a gentle smile. "You'll never have to find out, my little bobba. Now, let's finish your celebratory snacks. No one is ruining our night."

Jungkook's lips quirked up in a small smile as he picked up his chopsticks again. The warmth and security he felt in Taehyung's arms made him believe that no matter what challenges came their way, they would always face them together.

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Jungkook sat in the middle of the living room, his adorable pout making his pink, luscious lips look even more prominent. His legs were crossed, and he was sulking like a child who had been denied his favorite treat. Around him, five empty glasses of boba tea formed a little circle, as if they were silently cheering him on in his misery.

The maids occasionally glanced over at him, their hearts melting at the sight. "How can someone be this cute?" one whispered, her colleague nodding in agreement. "It’s no wonder Mr. Kim is so smitten with him."

Jungkook ignored their chuckles, too busy sulking over his predicament. His doe eyes glanced at the door every now and then, hoping his husband would walk in and reassure him. But Taehyung was late, caught up in meetings that stretched longer than expected.