LOVE TURNED INTO HATE//Taekook ]vkook/ Taekookie

PART 29

It's morning, Jungkook woke up early, careful not to disturb Taehyung, who was still sleeping peacefully beside him. He smiled, watching his husband's gentle breathing. He began his morning routine, brushing his teeth and washing his face. As he looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but think about how Taehyung gives him a good luck this morning.  After a quiet morning routine, Jungkook headed to the kitchen to brew some coffee.

When he finished making coffee, he went up to Taehyung, who was still  sleeping. Jungkook whispered softly to Taehyung's belly, "Baby, Dad is going to search for a job, stay safe with Dad, don't give him a hard
time."He kissed Taehyung's forehead and whispered baby I'm going now, i made you breakfast it's in the kitchen.

With a soft smile, Jungkook tiptoed back to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. He poured himself a cup, savoring the warmth as he leaned against the counter, thoughts swirling in his mind. The anticipation of job hunting loomed ahead, but the thought of Taehyung and their little one gave him strength.

He glanced at the breakfast he had prepared: fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, a side of fresh fruit, and a small dish of yogurt. It was nothing extravagant, but it was made with love, just like everything he did for his family.

After finishing his coffee, Jungkook returned to the bedroom, taking a moment to admire Taehyung’s peaceful expression. He gently pulled the covers up, ensuring Taehyung was warm. "I’ll be back soon," he whispered before quietly stepping out of the room. As he made his way to the front door, he took one last look around their cozy home, filled with memories and laughter. With a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped out into the world, ready to take on the day for his growing family.

AFTER SOMETIMES.

Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, the soft sun light filtering through the curtains. He stretched and yawned, feeling the warmth of the bed, He climbed out of it and made his way to the bathroom.  Finishing up his routine, Taehyung slipped into a comfortable outfit and headed to the kitchen, drawn by the delicious smell of breakfast. There, he found a plate of pancakes, fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee waiting for him on the table.

He was about to eat, then he remembered things he's about to do. He pushed the plate away and whispered to himself, "I need the money."his voice was barely audible as he whispered to himself, "I have to sneak into my father's house. There's money in my room... but if my dad sees me, he'll kill me." His eyes clouded with a mix of desperation and fear.

Taehyung stood up and took some money for the taxi. He reached outside ,When he found the taxi, he went to his father's house. He arrived at his father's house, his heart racing as he contemplated sneaking in. But uncertainty gripped him - was Jin inside, or had he stepped out? Taehyung approached the door and found it unlocked. He pushed it open slowly, his eyes scanning the interior for any sign of movement. The silence was oppressive, and Taehyung's heart beat faster as he stepped inside.

Taehyung hurried to his room, his footsteps quiet on the floor. He quickly grabbed the money he had hidden away and scooped up a few valuable items that he could sell, shoving them into his pockets or bag.

After packing taehyung sits onto his bed, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over him. "Oh, I miss my bed," he sighed, running his hand over the familiar comforter. He sits there lost in thoughts of what, he is about to do, the weight of his decision settling heavy on his shoulders.

Taehyung whispered to himself, his eyes welling up with tears. "I hope someday  Jungkook will forgive me," I have to do this. I just can't be a parent now."

With a newfound sense of determination, Taehyung quickly stood up, smoothing out his clothes and taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. "I think I should go," he muttered to himself, "before my dad sees me." He glanced around his room one last time, as if searching for something, before turning to make a swift exit.