𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚'𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 [𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗏]

Chapter Thirty Seven

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The room was quiet except for the soft sound of breathing, the golden morning light spilling through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the two figures tangled together on the bed.

Jeongguk woke up to the warmth of Taehyung still in his arms, his scent wrapping around him like the safest place in the world.

For a moment, he didn't move, just buried his face against Taehyung's neck, inhaling deeply. His mate was still asleep, his breathing slow and even, his soft blonde hair tickling Jeongguk's cheek.

Jeongguk smirked to himself, feeling a little mischievous. Slowly, he tightened his arms around Taehyung's waist and rolled onto his back, pulling Taehyung with him until the omega was half-draped over his chest.

A sleepy groan left Taehyung's lips. "What are you doing?" he mumbled, voice husky with sleep.

"Nothing," Jeongguk said, way too innocent. "Just holding my mate."

Taehyung hummed, shifting slightly but not pulling away.

He let out an exaggerated sigh, then suddenly pushed himself up, propping himself on his elbows above Jeongguk. His hair was messy, lips slightly swollen from sleep, and Jeongguk thought he looked unfairly good like this.

"We have a long day ahead," Taehyung said, voice still soft but firmer now.

Jeongguk groaned. "No, stay. Just a little longer."

Taehyung gave him a pointed look. "I need to shower. And then make breakfast. Unlike you, I actually have responsibilities."

Jeongguk smirked, his hands settling firmly on Taehyung's waist as he leaned in, voice dropping to a low murmur. "Shower, huh? I could help—"

Taehyung shot him a sharp look, immediately covering Jeongguk's mouth with his palm before he could finish that thought. "Don't even start," he warned, eyes narrowing.

For a second, there was silence. Then—

Jeongguk's tongue darted out, dragging a slow, deliberate lick across Taehyung's palm.

Taehyung yelped, snatching his hand away as if he'd been burned, eyes wide with horror. "Why did you lick me? Are you a dog?!"

Jeongguk only grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief as he tilted his head. "Woof."

Taehyung groaned, rubbing his palm against his shirt as if that would erase the sensation. "You're disgusting."

Jeongguk just laughed, completely unbothered. "You love it."

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The scent of freshly cooked eggs and coffee filled the kitchen, mingling with the soft warmth of the morning sun streaming through the windows.

Taehyung stood by the stove, flipping eggs with practiced ease while Jeongguk leaned lazily against the counter, arms crossed, watching him with a smug expression.

"You're staring," Taehyung muttered without looking up.

Jeongguk grinned. "Can't help it. My mate is cooking for me."

Taehyung turned to give him a deadpan look. "I always cook for you."

"Yeah, but now you're doing it as my mate," Jeongguk said, pushing off the counter and walking over. He wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. "Makes it special."

Taehyung huffed, though the corners of his lips betrayed him with a slight twitch. "At least put on a shirt," he muttered, trying—and failing—to sound unimpressed.