Little TaeTae's wifey || Taekook ff || { completed }

Bonus chapter ( 2 )

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows across the room as Jungkook and Taehyung finally found themselves alone in their sanctuary. Roohie was tucked snugly into her own little bed in her room next door, the silence of her peaceful sleep a welcome calm. Jungkook sat on the edge of their large bed, dressed in a flowing night-blue gown, the silk sash tied loosely around his waist. Taehyung lay beside him, propped up on one elbow, his gaze fixed on Jungkook.

"Finally, some quiet," Jungkook murmured, running a hand through his hair. He reached back, a slight wince crossing his face.

Taehyung immediately picked up on it. "Still sore, baby?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of Jungkook's lower back through the fabric of the gown.

Jungkook sighed, leaning into the touch. "A little. You really did a number on me this morning, Mr. Kim." He turned his head to give Taehyung a playful glare.

Taehyung chuckled softly, pulling Jungkook closer until he was leaning back against his chest. "I apologize for my... enthusiasm. But you were so captivating, I lost all control." He pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook's shoulder. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Jungkook leaned back further, relaxing into Taehyung's warmth. "You could try not breaking my back every night," he teased, then sighed. "And Roohie asked for 'booboo' again today." A flicker of worry crossed his face.

Taehyung tightened his arm around Jungkook. "She did? Still? We really need to properly wean her, love. It's getting a bit much, isn't it?"

"It is," Jungkook agreed, his voice a little strained. "But then I remember how insistent little Taetae is for his 'numnum', and it makes me wonder where she picked it up from." He chuckled, a soft, fond sound. "You two are a handful, you know that?"

Taehyung snorted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Hey, at least I don't cry when you say no. Usually." He nuzzled Jungkook's neck. "So, no more booboo tonight, then?"

Jungkook swatted playfully at his arm. "You wish. Just try not to make me groan when I wake up tomorrow, okay?"

"I'll do my best," Taehyung promised, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "But no guarantees when you look so utterly irresistible in that gown."

Jungkook shifted slightly, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Taehyung, can I ask you something serious?"

Taehyung's tracing fingers paused on Jungkook's thigh. "Hm? Of course, baby. What is it?" His voice was soft, attentive.

"How… how did you get into little space?" Jungkook asked, his voice a little tentative. "I mean, what caused it? Was it... a lot to go through?"

Taehyung's fingers stilled completely. A subtle tension entered his posture. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he slowly began to lift the hem of Jungkook's night gown, inch by inch, until it rested just above his knees. His eyes, dark and intense, met Jungkook's for a fleeting moment before dropping to Jungkook's bare leg.

"Your skin is so soft, Kook-ah," Taehyung murmured, his voice a low rumble, completely sidestepping the question. His finger, warm and light, began to trace a path up Jungkook's calf, then around his knee, sending shivers through Jungkook. "I love how easily it flushes when I touch you."

Jungkook's breath hitched slightly at the sudden shift in focus and the intimate touch. He felt the lingering pain in his back momentarily forgotten as a different sensation began to spread through him. "Taehyung," he started, a hint of protest in his voice, trying to bring the conversation back.

But Taehyung's finger continued its deliberate journey, now moving up towards Jungkook's inner thigh, his gaze still fixed on the skin beneath his touch. "And these legs," he breathed, his voice a low purr, "they feel like pure silk." He looked up then, a smoldering intensity in his eyes. "You know, I was thinking earlier today..."