Untold Truth Of My Husband (Taekookff) 18+

part 31

The cozy apartment is dimly lit, with the faint aroma of Jungkook’s cooking wafting through the air. Taehyung is sitting on the couch in the living room, a deep frown etched on his forehead. He shifts constantly, changing his sitting position every few minutes. The babies, now very active in the ninth month, keep kicking, making Taehyung miserable and uncomfortable.

In the kitchen, Jungkook is chopping vegetables with a serene expression. The rhythmic sound of the knife on the cutting board grates on Taehyung’s already frazzled nerves. Finally, he snaps.

"Do you have to chop so loudly? It’s like you’re trying to break the cutting board!"

Jungkook pauses mid-chop, glancing toward Taehyung from the kitchen. He sighs inwardly, knowing it’s another one of those days when Taehyung simply can’t stand him. This phase of pregnancy is testing both of them.

"I’m just making lunch, love. I can’t exactly whisper with a knife," Jungkook replies calmly.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, groaning dramatically.

"Well, it’s driving me insane. Everything is driving me insane!"

Jungkook sets the knife down and walks into the living room. Yesterday, even his breathing annoyed Taehyung. He approaches cautiously, as one would approach a ticking time bomb.

"What’s wrong, Tae? Is it the babies? Or just… everything?"

Taehyung’s eyes blaze with irritation, as if Jungkook has just asked him to donate a kidney.

"Of course, it’s everything! My feet are swollen, my back hurts, I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, I have to pee every 20 minutes, and now you’re over there acting like this is fine! It’s not fine!"

Jungkook sighs. He knows it’s not truly Taehyung talking—it’s the "evil babies," as he’s come to jokingly call them, wreaking havoc on Taehyung’s body and emotions.

Very carefully, Jungkook says, "Okay, I get it. You’re tired and uncomfortable. Tell me how I can help."

Taehyung throws his hands up in frustration.

"You can’t! Unless you can carry this baby for me, Jungkook, there’s nothing you can do!"

He grabs a pillow and hugs it fiercely, glaring at Jungkook as though everything is his fault.

"This is all your fault. Who told you to get me pregnant?" Taehyung snaps.

Jungkook blinks innocently.

"Baby, you were the one saying, ‘Breed me, master. Let me carry your baby, do it harder, do it faster’ You said that when we were having séx."

He stifles a laugh, knowing it will only make things worse. Taehyung hurls the pillow straight at his face.

"JUNGKOOK!" Taehyung is all red in embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I was joking," Jungkook says quickly, raising his hands in surrender.

"Do you think I’m in the mood for your stupid jokes?" Taehyung glares at him, eyes burning with enough intensity to make Jungkook feel like a target in a shooting range.

Jungkook sighs again and steps closer, risking life and limb by approaching his irritable husband.

"I know it’s tough, Tae. But you’re almost there. Just a little longer, and—"

"Don’t ‘just a little longer’ me!" Taehyung interrupts, his voice rising. "You’re not the one who’s been pregnant for nine miserable months. And not like—!"