A day in Kim jungkook's life, pizza and chocolate__
The day dawned, peaceful and bright, yet there Jungkook sat in the building’s garden—legs crossed, belly round, and a deep pout painting his face. He munched on a slice of pizza while cradling a bar of chocolate in his other hand, occasionally alternating bites between the two as if it was the world’s most gourmet combo.
Around him sat his loyal gang of tiny troublemakers—kids from different blocks—who happily chewed on their own slices, occasionally throwing glances at Jungkook’s stuffed cheeks and giggling. His expression was pure drama: eyebrows furrowed, lips jutted out in a pout, and his nose scrunched in frustration.
“He didn’t even buy me the limited edition bunny plushie!” Jungkook whined, his voice full of betrayal, as he took another aggressive bite of his pizza. “Said it was too childish for a grown man—ugh, the nerve of that Kim Taehyung!”
The kids gasped in exaggerated shock, one of them clutching his chest.
“That’s treason!”
“Divorce him, hyung!” another chimed in, causing Jungkook to huff louder.
“Right? Divorce papers on the table—” But before he could finish his over-the-top rant, a group of girls from the building strolled over, barely containing their giggles.
“Ohhhhooo, what are you eating, bunny prince?” one of them teased, eyeing his bizarre pizza-chocolate combo.
“A masterpiece,” Jungkook retorted with sass, shoving more food into his mouth.
“Pregnancy cravings hitting hard, huh?” another girl winked, crouching near him.
“You sure the baby’s not asking for some hot sauce on that?”
The others burst into laughter while Jungkook narrowed his eyes, puffing his cheeks like an offended squirrel.
“Yah! I swear, I’ll complain to my Taehyungie hubby!” he huffed, pointing his half-eaten pizza slice at them like a sword.
“Ooooh, ‘Taehyungie hubby’—” they chorused mockingly, fluttering their lashes.
“Stop it! I’m serious!” Jungkook pouted harder, but the girls only leaned in, grinning wider.
One of them dared to poke his chubby cheek. “You’re too cute when you’re mad. What’s he gonna do? Ground us?”
That was it.
“Fine! You asked for it!” Jungkook declared, tossing the pizza slice onto his plate and standing up with all the drama of a soap opera lead. He waddled away—speed walking as fast as his eight-months-pregnant body allowed—his oversized hoodie bouncing with every determined step.
“TAEHYUNGIEEEEEEEE!” he screamed before even reaching the entrance of the apartment.
The girls broke into fits of laughter as the kids followed Jungkook, cheering like it was a marathon.
Moments later, the glass doors of the building swung open, and out came Taehyung, dressed in his hospital scrubs, a lanyard hanging around his neck. He barely had time to process before Jungkook barreled into him—well, as much as a heavily pregnant boy could.
“They bullied me!” Jungkook wailed dramatically, gripping Taehyung’s sleeve with wide puppy eyes.
Taehyung blinked, looking over Jungkook’s head at the girls, who stood at a distance, waving innocently.
“They teased me about my food! Called me weird!” Jungkook continued, shaking Taehyung’s arm like an upset toddler.
Taehyung stifled a laugh before crouching to Jungkook’s level, gently cupping his round cheeks. “Aww, my baby. They’re just jealous you make anything look adorable—even pizza and chocolate together.”
