LOVE TURNED INTO HATE//Taekook ]vkook/ Taekookie

PART 54

It's morning 10:am,The sun light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Taehyung slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. His dark hair was mussed, and his lips were slightly parted.

Jungkook woke up first, a soft smile spreading across his face as he gazed at Taehyung. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curves of Taehyung's face, his touch light and playful.

Taehyung stirred, his eyes still closed. "Vkookie, stop... Dad's going to get mad..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted slightly, his hand brushing against Jungkook's.

Jungkook's smile grew wider as he continued to tease Taehyung, his fingers dancing across his skin. Taehyung's eyelids fluttered, but he didn't wake up, still thinking it was his baby, playing with him.

Taehyung's hand instinctively wrapped around Jungkook's wrist, holding it in place. "Vkookie, stop it... Daddy's sleeping," he mumbled, his voice still husky with sleep.

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with amusement as he let Taehyung hold his wrist. He didn't pull away, instead, he leaned in closer, his face inches from Taehyung's.

Taehyung's grip on Jungkook's wrist tightened, his eyes still closed. "Vkookie, behave... Don't make Daddy get up," he whispered, his voice filled with a gentle, parental tone.

Jungkook's smile grew wider as he realized Taehyung still thought he was Vkookie. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Taehyung's ear. "Daddy..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Taehyung's eyes slowly opened, and he gazed at Jungkook with a hint of confusion. His grip on Jungkook's wrist relaxed, and he looked at Jungkook's face, taking in his features.

"Vkookie...?" Taehyung's voice was laced with a mix of confusion and realization. He blinked, and his eyes focused on Jungkook's adult face.

Jungkook smiled softly, watching Taehyung's expression change from confusion to understanding.

Taehyung's face flushed slightly, and he looked away, releasing Jungkook's wrist. "Kookie," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook smiled warmly and leaned in, his voice low and gentle. "Good morning, Tae."

Taehyung's face flushed deeper, and he looked away, still trying to process his earlier mistake.

Jungkook stood up, stretching his arms over his head. "I'm in a hurry, I want to go home," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Taehyung's eyes snapped back to Jungkook, a hint of surprise and curiosity on his face.
"Wait," he said, his voice a little softer. "Let me bring you breakfast."

Jungkook's smile faltered for a moment, and he looked at Taehyung with a hint of surprise. But then his face relaxed, and he nodded. "Okay"

AFTER A FEW MINUTES.

Taehyung stepped out of the room, calling out "Matilda!"

Matilda appeared from the kitchen. "Yes, sir?"

"What did you cook for breakfast?" Taehyung asked, expecting a hearty meal to be ready.

Matilda's expression turned apologetic. "We don't cook breakfast every day, sir. You know that."

Taehyung's face fell, realizing his mistake. He had forgotten that they only had breakfast cooked on school days or special occasions.

Taehyung's face flushed with embarrassment. "This is embarrassing," he muttered under his breath. He looked at Matilda, hoping for a solution. "Do we at least have some bread?"