Untold Truth Of My Husband (Taekookff) 18+

part 27

(sorry whoever read the 28 part first... I made a mistake, I accidentally posted it when 27 was supposed to be posted)

1 month has passed since everything got normal. They are having a good life; Taehyung rejoined the health center, while Jungkook's due work often kept him away from the house for long hours. He always leaves in the morning and comes home late. Taehyung also leaves home in the morning and gets back in the evening. Though he feels lonely when Jungkook comes home late, he understands that work is important, especially with two children on the way.  

In this economy, raising two children is expensive—we all know that.  

Jungkook came home late today as well. As soon as he walked into the house, his tired eyes searched for Taehyung, who wasn’t in the living room, kitchen, or dining room. He knew exactly where his boyfriend might be.  

These days, Taehyung always waits for Jungkook in their bedroom, and their nights have been filled with intimacy and love. Jungkook chuckled, already imagining Taehyung in one of his playful, slutty, enticing outfits adorned with jewelry, knowing how much it pleased him.  

As Jungkook entered the dimly lit bedroom, he was greeted by the sight he had envisioned. His pregnant Omega had fallen asleep on the bed, probably waiting for him for hours. Taehyung was draped in a black, see-through cardigan, paired with lace panties and an elegant array of jewelry that glimmered faintly under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He lay on his stomach, his delicate form rising and falling with every gentle breath.  

Jungkook’s gaze softened as he approached. He let out a small, affectionate sigh, his lips curving into a tender smile. He leaned over the bed, his eyes tracing the curve of Taehyung’s exposed skin. Carefully, he rested his palm on Taehyung’s half-exposed butt, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the coolness of the jewelry. Slowly, his hand traveled down to unbuckle the delicate thigh chains one by one, each movement deliberate, almost reverent.  

He removed every piece of jewelry with care, treating Taehyung as though he were the most precious treasure in the world. Then, Jungkook gently covered him with the soft blanket, tucking him in with infinite tenderness.  

Just as he smoothed the blanket over Taehyung's shoulder, the Omega stirred, his eyelashes fluttering open.  

“Koo,” Taehyung murmured sleepily, his voice laced with affection and exhaustion.  

“Shhh... Go back to sleep, my love,” Jungkook whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair away from Taehyung’s forehead. He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple, the scent of Taehyung’s calming pheromones wrapping around him like a warm embrace.  

Taehyung hummed softly, his lips curving into a faint smile as he drifted back into sleep.  

Jungkook watched him for a moment, his heart swelling with a quiet kind of happiness. After freshening up, he joined Taehyung in bed, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. The night was peaceful, and for a while, the world outside ceased to matter. 

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It was Taehyung’s day off, and rather than spending it alone, he decided to accompany Jungkook at his workshop. The familiar scent of wood, clay, and varnish greeted him as he perched on his usual spot—a big wooden box in the corner—his legs dangling while he crunched on a bag of nacho chips.

"Koo, what if someone asked you to make an erotic sculpture? Like... one of those unholy ones?" Taehyung quipped, his voice teasing yet curious.

Jungkook straightened from his work, tools in both hands, his brows furrowed in thought.