Calm My Heat | TK

Third: "Hyung, I love you."

Jungkook went home alone. It was passed 5 PM in the afternoon and he was late. His mom's probably home now by this time and is surely looking for him.

"Jungkook?!" His mom's voice filled the air. Just like what he thought on his way back home.

He looked at his mom and smiled, "Hi, mommy," He muttered as he walked towards her.

"Where have you been? What happened, why are you this dirty?" she asks while wiping her son's cheeks stained with mud.

"From my secret place, mommy. I stumbled on a little rock while walking back here and I landed on a mud. I'm sorry if I terribly dirtied my clothes. I was so clumsy. I wouldn't let this happen again. I promise," Jungkook explained. His mom sighed and lead him to enter their house.

"I heard you skipped your lunch, and everyone was so worried about you. Can you tell mommy if where is that secret place you are talking about? So that Mister Desmond would just go there when it's time for your meal if you wish to stay longer in that place and we all know where to find you if something like this happens again -which I hope not," his mom said while they walk together inside their mansion to his own room.

"Mommy, if I'll tell you if where it is, then I can't call it a 'secret place of mine' anymore," he said with a teasing smile.

"You have a point there, young master," His mom replied back to the smart remark of her child.

Taehyung told him not to tell anyone that place. That place where they meet every single day. But it's not 'every single day' to be called anymore because he did not show up in that place today.

"Mom, I really don't like that title," he honestly said.

His mom looks not surprised for what he said. Instead, she gave him a smile that's saying that it is just fine. She opened the door of his room and as they went inside, she went straight towards his walk-in closet and took a pair of comfortable clothes. A white shirt and black sweatpants and a pair of underwear.

"I know that you don't like that title, Jungkook. But please, learn how to accept and understand that everything that I do and your father is all for you. To give you all of the best in this world," she speaks while she caresses his cheeks, "But because of that, the title that you don't like must stick with the life that we give you. I know you'll get used to it eventually, though. You have enough time ahead of you, my child," she continued while Jungkook's attentively listening to everything that his gentle mom says.

"Now go ahead, and clean yourself," his mom playfully pushed him to go to his bathroom, "Young Master," she even teased again.

Jungkook smiled, "If that's what you want me to do, Milady..." he said as he gave his mom a wink after.

His mom laughed, "Awe, my child. You really remind me of your father when he was just courting me ages ago," she shook her head, "Go straight to the bathroom now and I'll go downstairs to help prepare our dinner."

Jungkook nodded but before she could leave his room, she looked back at her son and called his name, "I know you don't like much the European style clothes that I wanted you to wear. Even your hyungs were like that when they were younger as you," she paused and held the knob, "I just want to tell you that it's just fine with me if you don't wear them always. I want you to have a freedom of wearing the clothes that you liked, though. But please if there's an occasion or if we have visitors, wear them, okay?" She gave him a heartwarming smile.

Jungkook smiled back and nodded, "Of course, mommy. Noted." He winked at her again and that made her laugh. She left while shaking her head with a smile plastered on her beautiful face.

While him, he went straight to his bathroom and took a bath. But the thoughts of the hyung that he did not see for that whole day sprawled in his mind and no matter how he ignores it, he couldn't deny that he's worried.

***

On the other hand...

"Are you okay, Taehyung?" Hoseok asks him worriedly.

"I-I'm fine, hyung." He replied weakly, "though I'm still dizzy and nauseous, I'm fine."

"You sure? Since the day before yesterday you've been like this after you say -you wander around. Are you sure nothing happened?" Hoseok asks him again, this time caressing his forehead down to his temple and then his cheeks. His eyes are filled with worries because Taehyung has been lying weakly since yesterday that he came home. He couldn't eat properly because he'll just vomit afterward and it's painfully energy draining to vomit again and again. So he just doesn't want to eat again.

"What about we'll call your family doctor this time to have you check? I'm worried, Taehyung. We're all damn worried to death," Hoseok stated.

Taehyung shook his head. But Hoseok is determined to call the doctor so they'll know if what's happening to the younger, "Hang in there, I'll tell Yoongi to call Mister Gu."

He stood up from his chair and was about to leave but Taehyung took his hand and held it firmly, "Why do you have to always run to him? Can't it be really me, hyung?" He muttered under his breath but enough to Hoseok to hear everything clearly.

"Tae..." Hoseok's tears started to build at the edge of his eyes.

"Hyung, I love you. I know that I already told you that too many times but... I still want to tell you again and again. Because honestly, I'm hoping that it could change your mind, the fate that you say, and you'll love me instead of him," he said without letting the older interrupt him, "You told me that if a specific smell lingered to my system to the point that it could bring me out of my sanity might be my mate, how come this is happening to me?"

Hoseok got confused to what the younger's saying, "what are you talking about?" He asks. His heart is beating furiously but he couldn't point out if what's the most possible and exact reason.

"I felt it, hyung. I almost got insane when I met this little omega two years ago. I bit him. I already formed a bond with him..." Taehyung said, while he released Hoseok's hand and then looked away, "I marked him the day before yesterday--"

"What the hell, Taehyung?!"