Tae’s results

Taehyung woke up tangled halfway into Jeon Jungkook’s side, his cheek pressed against his husband’s chest.

He didn’t move immediately.

He liked mornings like this when his kookoo was warm and still, when the world hadn’t demanded his attention yet.

“kookoo…” he whispered softly.

A low hum vibrated beneath his ear.

taehyung shifted slightly, his thigh brushing against Jungkook’s leg without thinking.

Jungkook ’s breathing changed.

“Careful,” he muttered, voice still rough with sleep.

Taehyung blinked up at him, confused. “What?”

Jungkook opened his eyes slowly.

“You move too much in the morning.”

Tae frowned slightly. “I was just waking you up.”

He shifted again unintentionally pressing closer.

Jungkook ’s hand immediately settled on his waist, firm.

“little beautiful husband ”

“Yes?”

That tone. So soft. So unaware.

Jungkook swallowed, forcing himself to sit up instead. “You said your results are today.”

Jeon Taehyung is currently in senior high school and it's the time that his results will be around, he was not always good at studies but to make his kookoo happy and to get a smile and the proud look on his husband’s face he can even top in class.

Jeon Taehyung loved when his kookoo smiles whenever he bring straight A's home

And Jungkook loves to peck on his soft cheeks while telling him how much proud he is on his little beautiful husband .

It isn't like Jungkook would be sad if tae didn't score well or anything but he wants his baby to be smart and independent .

He doesn't want his little beautiful husband to work because Jeon Jungkook is a provider man .

A man

Even if he will die . He will still wont let his precious little husband to work because his presence is enough for Jungkook to feel motivated to work for both of them even though Jeon Jungkook was one of the top business man .

Tae nodded, scooting closer again without hesitation, resting his chin on Jungkook ’s shoulder. “Are you nervous?”

“I’m not the one getting results,” Jungkook replied.

Tae smiled. “But you always look more stressed than me.”

He didn’t realize or pretended not to that sitting so close, breath warm against Jungkook’s neck, did nothing to ease that stress.

By afternoon, when tae revealed he had topped his class, Jungkook’s pride showed in quieter ways.

He brought him home.

Prepared everything.

Plush toy. Ice cream. His favorite desserts.

Tae hugged the plush to his chest, eyes sparkling. “It’s so soft…”

His kookoo watched the way his fingers squeezed into the fabric.

“You like it?”

“It’s almost as warm as you,” tae said without thinking.

Silence.

Tae looked up innocently. “What?”

Jungkook exhaled slowly.

“oh my little husband.”

He stepped closer.

Tae instinctively stepped back until his hips lightly touched the edge of the table.

Jungkook’s hands came down on either side of him, not touching yet. Just trapping him there.

“You shouldn’t compare things like that,” Jungkook said quietly.

“Compare what?” Tae asked, lashes fluttering.

Jungkook’s gaze dropped briefly to his lips, to the way tae’s breath hitched.

“You don’t understand how you sound.”

Tae tilted his head.

“Then explain it to me.”

The request was so genuine. So soft.

Jungkook’s control thinned.

His hand finally moved not harsh, not rough just sliding to tae’s waist, fingers pressing slightly into the fabric of his shirt.

“You don’t need explanations for everything,” Jungkook murmured.

Tae’s fingers instinctively curled into Jungkook ’s shirt.

“I just said it’s warm,” he whispered. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jungkook leaned closer.

Close enough that their noses nearly brushed.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking something.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened.

“I am.”

Tae’s breath grew uneven.

“What are you thinking?”

Jungkook ’s thumb brushed slowly along tae’s waist a subtle movement, barely there.

“You’re dangerous,” he said quietly.

Tae blinked. “I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s the problem.”

The air between them thickened.

Tae’s lips parted slightly as if to speak but no words came out.

Jungkook’s hand slid higher, resting just at his side, feeling the warmth through the thin fabric.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Jungkook murmured.

Tae’s heart pounded.

“I’m just happy…” he said softly. “You’re the one who keeps getting close.”

That innocent logic.

Jungkook almost laughed.

Instead, he leaned in stopping just before their lips touched.

Tae’s breath trembled.

“Can I ask something?” tae whispered.

“What.”

“Is this part of my reward?”

The question was soft. Curious.

Jungkook ’s composure cracked for half a second.

“tae…”

“Yes?”

“You need to stop asking questions like that.”

Tae looked genuinely puzzled.

“But I don’t understand.”

Jungkook pulled back suddenly, running a hand through his hair.

“You will,” he said under his breath.

That night, when the lights were off and tae lay curled into him again, soft and trusting, Jungkook stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Tae shifted in his sleep, pressing closer, thigh brushing his again.

Jungkook’s arm tightened around him automatically.

“Good night,” tae murmured sleepily.

Jungkook closed his eyes.

“You have no idea,” he whispered.

Tae’s lips curved faintly in the dark.

No idea at all.

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