Pacifier •jjk.kth• [Discontinued]

Chapter 6: Got Jams?

A/n: please don't let assholes like Jeongguk in my fic command you over what you wanna wear. If you wanna go out in booty shorts, it's a big yes from me.

Chapter 6

Ever been a total ass to your parents and demanded a toy on a whim. But when you finally finally received it, it turns out to be broken. Tada.

Jungkook doesn't exactly relate because he didn't have parents to begin with and when he was finally adopted, he had been sane enough to not go on whims.

Now, this isn't a dramatic way to describe how Jungkook felt when he opened the double door grand refrigerator to find it empty. But one can't tell a hungry man otherwise. Every shelf in the Min kitchen seemed to be collecting dust.

Luckily he found some eggs tucked away in a small compartment in the huge ass fridge and some spices to make omelette for two.

The raven head was pretty proud of his cooking skills and the fact that he could make almost anything from scratch- all the credit goes to his dad, Seokjin. Evidently, he had been thoroughly taught how to be independent.

As he mixed the eggs and milk in a mixing bowl, hands working in fast methodical movements while the butter heated in the pan, he completely missed the light footsteps of the Little who was walking down the stairs, fully dressed.

His face was slightly flushed and hair ruffled from the small fight he had with the full sleeved shirt that wanted to choke him to death. His eyebrows were drawn together in frown as belittling thoughts invaded his mind.

Why did daddy not dress me up?

Did he not like how I look?

Will he leave me now?

Taehyung was teetering dangerously on the edge that divided his two headspaces. But seeing his caretaker in the kitchen cooking something for him made all the bad thoughts go away.

He immediately tottered towards the other, eager to see what he would be having for brunch- it was already past 12.

"Daddy, what are we having?" The bowl in Jungkook's hand almost fell as a hand shot out from behind him, long dainty fingers reaching out to touch the burning hot pan on the stove.

The raven acted fast and slapped away the Little's hand before he could burn himself. "Get out of the kitchen!" Taehyung flinched at the harsh tone and cradled his hand against his chest. He quickly nodded in reply and hurried out to sit in a chair, distress taking over his soft features.

Jungkook just went back to cooking, not even thinking much about the situation. Soon, he was carrying two plates of omelette to the dining table, and noticed the blonde haired male anxiously chewing on his shirt sleeve while kicking his feet under the table.

The raven head's lips shaped in an 'o' as he realized why the Little looked so upset. Setting the plates down, he gently grabbed Taehyung's wrist and moved the arm away from his mouth. He tilted the Little's head up with a hand on his cheek and leaned down to press his lips against the other cheek. The hard kiss almost squashed Taehyung's cheeks together as he finally grinned. Jungkook pulled away only slightly, lips still hovering over the same spot as he asked, "Is my baby okay?" He felt the other nod.

"Perfect." Taehyung smiled his usual box smile while holding up an okay sign. The Little was beyond relieved to know that the other wasn't mad at him in any way. He puckered his lips and Jungkook chuckled, giving a peck nonetheless.

Straightening up, Jungkook settled in the chair across the Little. When Taehyung's eyes fell on the plate in front of him, he didn't hold back and dived in, chewing fast yet savouring every bite. In fact he looked so ecstatic that Jungkook was slightly in awe.