Short Taegguk Fic

4/5•In love with my boyfriend's dad

Morning light peeked through the curtains, soft and gold.

Jungkook was the first to get up. He walked into the kitchen wearing one of Taehyung’s oversized sweatshirts, sleeves falling past his hands. He pulled his hair up lazily and began making breakfast...it was scrambled eggs, toast, and cut-up fruit. Something simple.

He was halfway through buttering the toast when two arms wrapped around him from behind.

“Good morning, baby,” Taehyung murmured, voice still husky from sleep.

“Good morning, Hyung,” Jungkook replied, leaning back slightly into the hug. “Why are you always so warm.”

“You’re cold,” Taehyung chuckled, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Come back to bed.”

“Breakfast first,” Jungkook smiled. “You can’t seduce me on an empty stomach.”

Taehyung laughed lightly and let go, but only to help set the table.

They ate side by side at the kitchen counter, legs touching. It was quiet again, but not heavy. It felt safe.

After a while, Jungkook looked at him.
“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Taehyung said, chewing a piece of toast.

“What do you think love is now? Like… after everything. After all these years. After what happened.”

Taehyung paused, thinking.
“I think… love is when you want to stay. Even when it’s hard. Even when the easy thing is to run. Love is choosing someone every day… and letting them grow, not clip them to stay close.”

Jungkook nodded slowly, heart full.
“I think love is… safety. And kindness. And being seen really seen without being afraid of what the other person will think.”

Taehyung smiled, eyes soft. “You’ve grown.”

“Really? Aha thanks,” Jungkook whispered. Then, reaching out, he brushed a crumb from Taehyung’s cheek. “I never thought I’d be loved like this.”

Taehyung leaned in and kissed him, slow and warm. Not desperate. Just full.

“You deserve it,” he said against his lips. “Every second of it, my love.”

::;

Jihoon sat cross legged on the floor of his friend’s room, hugging a pillow to his chest. The TV played some action movie in the background, but he wasn’t really watching. His eyes were open, but his mind was far away.

He wasn’t crying. He hadn’t cried yet. He didn’t know if that made him strong or just numb.

His friend, Minjae, sat nearby on the bed, stealing glances every few minutes. He didn’t push. He never did. But tonight, it was getting hard to stay quiet.

“You’ve been staring at the same corner for ten minutes,” Minjae finally said.

Jihoon blinked. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Just thinking.”

“About him?”

Jihoon didn’t answer, but his silence was loud enough.

Minjae sighed and slid off the bed, sitting beside Jihoon on the floor now. “You know… you always do this.”

“Do what?” Jihoon asked quietly.

“Pretend you’re okay...go on, act like you’re fine and joke around, but inside you’re hurting and you never say a word. You bottle up everything until it eats you alive, Jihoonah”