Bobba Tae

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Jungkook was completely immersed in his work, the camera in his hands capturing the serene beauty of Ilsan with precision and artistic flair. He adjusted his angles, ensuring every shot reflected the essence of the location for the "My Korea Campaign."

The tranquil atmosphere was briefly interrupted by the arrival of a group of officials, including ministers who had come to oversee the project and potentially feature in some frames for promotional purposes. Jungkook, still engrossed in his camera settings, didn’t notice their presence until Seungmin tapped his shoulder.

“Kookie, heads up. The big shots are here,” Seungmin whispered with a teasing grin.

Jungkook quickly turned to see the ministers approaching, offering a polite bow in greeting. “Welcome, sir. I hope you’ll like what I’ve captured so far,” he said with his signature shy smile.

One of the older ministers, a kind-looking gentleman in his sixties, smiled warmly at Jungkook. “You’re doing a splendid job, young man. May I take a closer look at your work?” he asked, gesturing toward the camera screen.

Before Jungkook could respond, two of Taehyung’s bodyguards stepped forward, creating a barrier between the minister and Jungkook. Their movements were swift yet respectful, but firm enough to make it clear—no one was allowed into Mrs. Kim’s personal space without explicit permission.

“Apologies, sir,” one of the guards said politely but firmly. “We cannot allow anyone to come too close to Mr. Kim Jungkook.”

The minister blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback. “Oh, I mean no harm. I was only curious to see his work up close,” he explained, holding up his hands to show his harmless intentions.

Jungkook, realizing the misunderstanding, felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He quickly stepped closer to the guards. “It’s okay. He can look,” he said softly, his doe eyes darting nervously between the guards and the minister.

But the guards didn’t budge. One of them gave Jungkook a calm look. “Apologies, Mrs. Kim, but Mr. Kim Taehyung’s orders are strict. No one crosses your personal space.”

Seungmin, standing nearby, tried to stifle his laughter, while Jisoo couldn’t resist chiming in. “Wow, Kookie. Your husband really doesn’t play around, huh?”

The minister, finally understanding the situation, chuckled good-naturedly. “Your husband must love you a great deal to ensure such careful protection. A wise man,” he said, stepping back with a smile. “I’ll admire your work from a distance, then.”

Jungkook’s blush deepened as he bowed repeatedly in apology. “Thank you for understanding, sir,” he murmured, feeling both flustered and oddly proud of Taehyung’s protective nature.

As the ministers continued their inspection from a respectful distance, Jisoo leaned in close to Jungkook, whispering with a smirk, “You’re literally living in a K-drama, Kookie. What’s it like being Mrs. Kim, the national treasure?”

“Stop it, noona!” Jungkook whined, his pout making another appearance. Despite his embarrassment, a small, shy smile tugged at his lips, his heart fluttering at the thought of how much care and love Taehyung put into protecting him.

After a long and exhausting day of capturing the beauty of Ilsan, Jungkook finally finished his shoot. As the crew packed up and the sun began to set, he made his way back to the luxurious caravan waiting for him—a moving haven of comfort, thoughtfully arranged by Taehyung to ensure his bobba never felt anything less than pampered.

Jungkook stepped inside and immediately plopped onto the soft, plush mattress. His fluffy bunny butt sank into the comfort, and he let out a small, tired sigh. His naturally pink cheekies were adorably puffed up, resembling soft, sweet candy floss, and his doe eyes shimmered with a hint of exhaustion and accomplishment.

He instinctively reached for the little mirror on the side table to check his face. His pink lips glistened under the dim lighting, the faint sheen of strawberry lip balm making them look plump and tempting. With a small pout, he muttered to himself, “Ah, I look like a tired bunny. Hyungie’s gonna scold me for not resting enough.”

Beside him, Jisoo and Seungmin entered the caravan, both laughing softly at the sight of their best friend sprawled out like a sleepy bunny. “Kookie, you look like a marshmallow that’s been overworked,” Jisoo teased, ruffling his soft, slightly disheveled hair.

“More like a marshmallow who drank ten cups of bobba tea,” Seungmin added, pointing to the empty cups neatly stacked on the side. “Seriously, how are you even functioning after all that sugar?”

Jungkook groaned, curling up into a ball and hugging one of the plush cushions. “It helps me focus! Besides, it’s my comfort drink,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

The two friends exchanged amused glances before gently covering him with a soft blanket. “Well, your comfort drink worked wonders, because the shots today were amazing,” Jisoo said, sitting down beside him. “But now, you need to rest, bunny. You’ve earned it.”

As Jungkook snuggled deeper into the blanket, he felt his phone buzz beside him. His tired eyes lit up immediately when he saw Taehyung’s name on the screen. He picked it up and answered, his voice soft and sweet. “Hyungie…”

“Bobba, did you eat properly? You sound tired,” Taehyung’s deep, soothing voice filled the air, instantly making Jungkook feel lighter.

“I ate,” Jungkook replied, a small smile forming on his lips. “But I miss you, hyungie. The caravan is nice, but it’s not the same without you.”

Taehyung chuckled on the other end. “You sound like a sleepy bunny. Did you drink all ten cups of bobba today?”

Jungkook pouted, even though Taehyung couldn’t see it. “Maybe…”

“Don’t pout, love. I’ll let it slide today since you worked so hard,” Taehyung teased gently. “But promise me you’ll rest now. I want my bobba to stay healthy and happy.”

“I promise,” Jungkook whispered, his voice filled with affection. “I love you, hyungie.”

“I love you more, my precious bobba,” Taehyung replied, his voice a soothing balm to Jungkook’s tired heart.

As the call ended, Jungkook hugged the phone close to his chest, his cheeks now pink not from exhaustion, but from the warmth of Taehyung’s love. He drifted off to sleep with a content smile, dreaming of the day he would return to his hyungie’s arms.