The door slammed shut with a soft thud that echoed across the marble tiles of their grand mansion.
Taehyung didn’t bother loosening his tie. His coat still hung perfectly over one shoulder. In his hand—clutched a little tighter than necessary—was the now-infamous black parcel. The ribbon was slightly frayed from the force of his earlier untying, but he hadn’t dared open it again.
He didn’t need a reminder.
His face was the definition of stormy. Not furious. Not quite. Just... cold.
His jaw was sharp, locked in restraint. Brows drawn together like twin storm clouds. His lips pressed so tightly they might’ve vanished.
Until—
He turned the corner into the open kitchen and living space, expecting silence.
But there he was.
Jungkook.
Sitting on the kitchen island like the lawless little sugar-demon he was.
Wearing that oversized hoodie—Taehyung’s, of course—hood up, sleeves drooping past his fingers. A bowl of apple slices in his lap. One cheek puffed as he chewed lazily, dangling his feet off the counter like a child waiting for snacks instead of divine retribution.
The moment Jungkook looked up, his brow arched and a bratty smile curved onto his face like sin incarnate.
“Hyung,” he purred, voice full of the kind of innocence only sociopaths and bunny husbands possessed. “You’re home.”
Taehyung stared.
Blink.
Blink.
He could see the audacity glowing around Jungkook like an aura.
“You,” Taehyung said slowly, “are eating an apple. At night.”
Jungkook blinked at the non sequitur, bit into another slice, and replied casually, “They didn’t come with an expiry date.”
Taehyung’s left eye twitched.
“You’re—”
“Ingesting. Vitamins. Healthy king behavior.”
“You ordered me a lacey bunny thong.”
“I—okay that was... an accident?”
Taehyung inhaled through his nose, slowly walked to the island, and slammed the parcel down onto the countertop with the theatrical energy of a mafia don serving judgment.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked to it.
Then to Taehyung.
Then back to his apple like he didn’t nearly cause a corporate scandal.
Taehyung leaned forward, arms braced on the counter, eyes locked on his troublemaker. “Do you know what I said to myself today?”
Jungkook crunched another slice.
Taehyung growled, “I said, ‘Today, I will finally be the brat controller. I will assert dominance. I will tame this brat.’”
Jungkook blinked. “How’d that go?”
Taehyung’s jaw ticked. “Mr. Choi thought it was spy lingerie.”
“Spy lingerie?” Jungkook looked genuinely intrigued, he was outstanding actor for sure. “That’s a thing?”
Taehyung closed his eyes for two seconds, whispering a desperate prayer to whoever in the heavens thought pairing him with this bundle of chaos was a good idea.
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Trouble Tamer
Fanfiction"Sorry, but your name?" Jin asked softly "Min Hoyoon," Jungkook blurted out with a panicked smile. "Yes, Hoyoon," Jin chuckled, clearly enjoying this far too much. "Taehyung, show him around, will you?" And in that moment, Jungkook just knew. He w...
