The next two days blurred into a whirlwind of fun and chaos. Jungkook ran wild, dragging Taehyung everywhere, from amusement parks to extravagant restaurants, from luxurious shopping districts to late-night adventure rides. He was a menace. A bratty, spoiled, adorable menace—and Taehyung, despite his grumbles, kept paying for everything.
Of course, Taehyung still checked the bills. Old habits die hard. Every night, after Jungkook fell asleep in his arms, Taehyung would quietly open his banking app, stare at the numbers, and sigh.
At first, he thought, Alright, 50k dollars. Manageable.
Then, Okay, 150k. Still okay. Somewhat. Kind of.
By the end of the third day? 500,000 dollars.
Half a million.
Taehyung nearly had a heart attack.
At this rate, he was genuinely considering becoming a beggar in Singapore because he wasn’t sure if he’d have enough money left to fly back to Seoul.
But here was the real problem—every time he tried to protest, every time he even hinted at slowing down the spending, his baby brat wifey would get upset.
Jungkook’s mood could turn in an instant. One minute he was laughing, stuffing his mouth with ice cream, swinging Taehyung’s arm while they walked—and the next?
Pout.
That devastating, deadly pout.
His big, round eyes would droop, lips curving down just enough to look heartbreakingly betrayed.
Then the shoulders would drop, and Jungkook would stomp back to their hotel room, sit on the bed, cross his arms, and refuse to move.
And Taehyung?
Finished. Destroyed. Defeated.
Every single time.
So he had to convince him. Had to coax him out of his little sulk.
“Baby brat…” Taehyung would murmur, sitting beside him, nudging his shoulder.
No response.
“Jungkookie.” He’d poke his cheek.
Nothing.
Taehyung sighed dramatically. “Fine. I understand. I’m a terrible husband. I should just—”
Jungkook shot him a glare. “Don’t even finish that sentence.”
Taehyung smirked. Hook, line, and sinker.
He reached forward, wrapping his arms around his upset wifey, trapping him in a warm embrace.
Jungkook tried to squirm away. “No! You’re stingy! A miser!!”
Taehyung nuzzled his neck. “I’m just trying to make sure we don’t end up homeless, baby.”
Jungkook huffed. “I won’t let us be homeless. I have money too, you know.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Oh, I know. But you’re my baby. I want to take care of you.”
Jungkook mumbled something incoherent, but his arms slowly wrapped around Taehyung’s waist.
Taehyung grinned against his hair.
Every time.
Every. Single. Time.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Yet another day dawned in Singapore, and Jungkook was bouncing with excitement.
