Affection And Care

Jungkook was sitting on the stool in the kitchen, after bandaging his girlfriend's hand. After when Taehyung left the sight of his face with blood trickling down had wrecked his heart. It hurt. So much. He didn't want to punch him or even hurt him. He just wanted to stop him from coming closer to his girlfriend. Nothing more.

Now, sitting alone in the kitchen after dropping his girlfriend back at her home his mind was only taken up by one face and name.

Taehyung.

He may didn't know him. He didn't know anything about him. But surely the emotions and feelings which covered his eyes at that time weren't the same as he always watched Jungkook. Those emotions aroused a deep nasty feeling inside his heart. His huge blue colored eyes when looked up at him, he felt like those feelings in Taehyung’s eyes crawling upto his heart and coiling around it.

From the time he entered the mansion, he kept pacing in the kitchen back and forth, mind taken up by Taehyung and his condition. And a huge guilt that he hurt him. He hurt him. His husband. Someone who his parents handed over to him with trust and love. And what he ended up doing to him? He ended up wrecking his soul.

Feeling restless and heart sinking lower and lower as the time passed, he cursed under his breath and ran upstairs towards the direction of Taehyung’s room.

He knew Taehyung wouldn't like him there. Of course, he hated him as much Jungkook hated him. But even the thought or Taehyung hating him and not desiring him in his room didn't stop Jungkook from reaching Taehyung’s door and knocking at it gently with his heart thudding against his heart.

He knocked at the door and stood there for a moment, waiting for Taehyung to come out and open the door. But no one came.

At once, he felt his heart getting twisted by the possibility of Taehyung running away from home.

" No- no. He- he cannot. He cannot leave. " He shaked his head, mumbling lowly to himself with his legs wobbling under the weight of the thought.

Waiting at the door for a few more minutes, he inhaled in a deep breath before he opened the door by himself. He went in with hesitant and shaky steps looking around the room, only to see the room being empty. No one was there.

His eyes widened on their own, throat clenching making it impossible for him even to breathe, " He- he can't leave. Wher- where he will go? " He whispered to himself, looking around the room.

Just then his eyes landed on the opened door of the washroom. His eyes kept themselves focused on the washroom for a quite long time that his eyes stinged. Blinking down repeatedly, he gulped before he made his way towards the bathroom holding onto the last thin hope that he might be there.

Walking upto the door he knocked at it gently, but nothing came. There was silence again. No one answered, as if he really left. Feeling himself being drenched in the fear of his sweat, he swallowed the lump against his throat and went inside the washroom with trembling legs. Reaching the washroom, at first it seemed empty which had his knees buckling, but then suddenly his eyes landed on Taehyung's legs which were being hung from the bathtub.

Breathing heavily, he ran upto him, only to see Taehyung's eyes closed and face looking like lifeless. Hastily, he immediately took Taehyung's body out of the bathtub resulting in his own clothes getting wet with the cold water in the process which had goosebumps rising over his body in a second.

Taehyung's body was freezing. His white washed skin had turned into pale yellow one. His pink rosy lips had turned into bright blue, with his body frozen under Jungkook’s hold.

Jungkook felt his stomach getting squeezed. He felt something painful reaching his heart and digging there, rising a throbbing ache in every single fiber of his being. His hands which were holding the weight of Taehyung shivered tremendously.

Not even waiting for a second, he picked Taehyung up in his arms and took him inside his bedroom. Settling Taehyung on his bed, his feet abrubtly found their way to Taehyung’s closet. Looking around the cupboards, he managed to find his winter clothes and came back where Taehyung was laying with his eyes shut closed.

His shaky fingers took off his shirt and pants, and after wiping the trace of water from his body by a towel, he immediately wore him clothes, before tucking him inside his warm blanket.

Jungkook felt himself sweating, even though it was winter. Beads of sweat had covered his forehead and came rolling down at his face. His shirt even though it was wet with cold water and he seemed to be shivering but he felt hot. Too much hot. As if the sight of Taehyung looking like he was freezing to death had consumed his whole insides in an unknown fear.

Unknown. He didn't know why even his body and heart reacted like that to his condition. But....the fear was too strong at the moment. Too much strong that he had mind stop functioning and just keep his focus on the freezing beauty on the bed.

With sweaty legs, Jungkook closed the curtains of Taehyung’s room and closed all of the windows which could let the outside cold air reach inside. He closed his door and turned on the inverter, before he dragged a chair placed in the room and placed it beside Taehyung’s bed, just where he was sleeping completely tucked up in the warm blanket.

Jungkook stared him, with his chest heaving up and down. He bit his lips, sighing, before he carded his hands through his wet from sweat hair and pushed them back.

He slided his chair more closer to him and his hand shakily yet hesitantly made its way to Taehyung’s face, which was now starting to recover his original white color under the influence of warm air of inverter.

With his eyes fixed on Taehyung's face, the back of his hands brushed against his cheeks, gently. His heartrate accelerated, feeling it beating against his ribs at an unstoppable pace.

His eyes roamed over his face, with his knuckles brushing over the two moles on his cheeks. Then suddenly his breath was hitched when his eyes landed on his cheek where his rings had injured him. Biting his lower lips almost in a manner manner draw out blood, he cursed under his breath and immediately took off the rings from his fingers and threw them blindlessly on the nightstand.

" Fucking useless things. " He muttered to himself, when he threw the last ring on the nightstand and then stretched his fingers, with his eyes again finding their way to Taehyung’s face. " Fucking bastard. Am a fucking douchebag. Who the fuck hurts someone like this? Fuck! " He squeezed his eyes shut, getting up from the chair and looking for the first aid box before coming back and sat himself on the same position.

" No hurts someone like this. No one. But I did. I fucking hurt him. My husband. " He kept mumbling to himself, as he dipped the cotton in alcohol and wiped the tiny wound on his cheek before covering it with a bandage.

Gently treating his wounds, he placed the first aid box back and stayed there, staring him.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop. All he could saw was Taehyung laying on the bed hidden in blanket with a calm expression plastered on his charming face. His face didn't hold that frown and angry face from which he always saw Jungkook, nor the teasing smile. It was all so...beautiful. a beautiful combination of rosy lips curled in a manner which soothed Jungkook’s heart, completely opposite to which his heart always felt while seeing him.

His moles mesmerised him and drew his gaze to themselves in a manner which made it impossible for him to look away and divert his attention somewhere. Feeling trapped in a trance named ' Taehyung' Jungkook reached his hand out blindly and caressed his mole with his fingertips, softly. Eyes remained focused on Taehyung's captivating beauty that he didn't realize that his thumb kept moving back and forth on his cheek.

Lowering his hand down, his fingers stopped right in front of his lips. Running his tongue over his lips, Jungkook’s fingertips caressed Taehyung’s lower lips and then the mole on the right side of his lower lip.

He shaky breath left past his lips, whispering to himself, " Mole. On lower lip. Its- its so...unique. "

His mind almost felt cloudy on seeing the moles covering Taehyung's face in all the unique places where he had never seen moles his entire life. He met so many people. So many people his entire life but no one like ....him. Someone who looked so..enticing while sleeping. Just while sleeping. He didn't look that alluring and enticing when he was awake. His beauty didn't tug at Jungkook’s heart when he was awake. His moles didn't make him breathless.

The warmth of his cheeks on the back of Jungkook’s hand even in this state didn't had Jungkook’s mouth dry.

Feeling himself getting consumed under the warm beauty laying on bed, Jungkook shaked his head, almost flinching and drew himself back in the real world. His heart trembled as he got up and inhaled in a deep breath to calm his heart down.

Why he was even feeling breathless out of sudden? He didn't know. All he knew that Taehyung’s beauty had managed to knock out every single atom of air in his lungs. That's it.

Sighing, while staring the ceiling he spared Taehyung a last glance before he got up and stooped over Taehyung, covering his whole body with the blanket. Watching Taehyung with concerned eyes, he checked his temperature by checking his forehead with the back of his hand, only to feel his hand almost burning.

His mouth agape with his eyes widening, as he let out a surprised gasp and the checked his cheeks again, only to acknowledge the fact that he was burning with fever.

The knowledge reached the deepest cores of his heart and digged there. He felt something clutching at his heart, tugging at it so painfully that he could feel the insistent ache rising in every single limb of his.

Blinking his eyes at him, he lowered down and watched Taehyung, caressing his cheeks with his thumb. He leaned down until his nose tip touched Taehyung’s and mumbled a little, " Am sorry. Am- am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I- I promise. " He whispered gently, before he cursed himself and came out of his room immediately making his way to kitchen to make something for him so he can give him some medicines.

Of course it was becuase of him. And for that he was supposed to take care of him.

☆☆

Jungkook entered Taehyung’s room in the evening, only to see him sitting on the bed with his back pressed against the pillow. He swallowed and went inside, placing the tray of soup and some medicines on the nightstand, he sat on the chair beside his bed.

Taehyung gritted his teeth and sent a death glare to Jungkook, " What the fuck?! Get the fuck out of my room right now! "

Jungkook rolled his eyes, and forcefully pressed the back of his back against Taehyung's forehead to check his temperature. " Fuck...you're burning. Come on, " He said softly and picked up the tray of soup, " Drink this then I'll give you some medicines. "

Taehyung pulled himself back, trying to get away from Jungkook’s reach, " Don't touch me! Get out of here. I don't want to eat anything from your filthy hands! " He almost yelled which had Jungkook looking him with soft eyes. He stared him for a moment before he sighed and placed the tray back on the nightstand.

Jungkook screwed his eyes shut, biting his lower lip before he opened his eyes again and met his eyes with Taehyung's, who was watching him with burning gaze. " See, I don't care about you. I really don't. All I care about is you being sick in my house, which I can't bea- "

" I am sick and you have nothing to do with it. I'll handle everything on my own. After- after everything happened in the kitchen, I don't want to see you- "

Jungkook groaned, before he scooted his chair closer and looked up at Taehyung with apologetic eyes, " See Taehyung..." He started voice hoarse and dry which had him clearing his throat," I didn't- didn't mean to hurt you. I swear I didn't. I thought you were going to hurt her- "

Taehyung’s breath became unsteady, as he nodded aggressively, " Yes. I was fucking going to hurt that bitch. I am going to hurt her if she ever comes in front of me. I promise. She was lying- "

Jungkook tched, rubbing the tip of his nose, " Taehyung...she can't lie- "

" Then you still think I am the one who was lying? And why I would even hurt her? Why?! Becuase of you? And who you're to me? No one. It's not like we're having an ideal husband-husband relationship. I don't even want you near me, then why the hell I would hurt her? " Taehyung rambled, and after taking a deep breath he again met his eyes with Taehyung's,

" Whatever. Get the fuck out of my sight. I don't want your nasty and disgusting scent lingering in my room. "

Jungkook remained silent. He was speechless. He was out of words from which he could reply to Taehyung. Because everything he said was right. He was absolutely right.

Jungkook shaked his head and picked up the bowl, " No. I won't leave. You're in this condition becuase of me. So, please let me- "

Taehyung’s brows twitched, " What? What did you say? Becuase of you? Oh Jeon..." He gasped, as his lips let out a low chuckle, " Who said you meant that much to me? You're no one. No one. Okay? Don't even dare to get yourself so high to think that I would ever let your actions effect me. "

Jungkook felt Taehyung’s words reaching the deepest cores of his heart and rising a throbbing pain inside. It wasn't meant to feel this way. His words weren't meant to churn his stomach and make twisted infinite knots in his abdomen. He was no-one to him. He knew. He knew it. Then why did it feel this way? He didn't know.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, nodding while feeling a tight tug at his heart, " I know. Am no-one. But..you're someone who my parents handed over to me to take care of. And I can't let my parent's belief on me go this way. "

Taehyung’s lips curled into a smile, chuckling, " Oh...so you're remembering it now? "

" I didn't hurt you before. Did I? " He asked and Taehyung felt his throat drying up.

Of course. He didn't hurt him. He didn't hurt him physically. But mentally and emotionally? He fucking wrecked him.

Taehyung nodded, forcefully, taking his eyes off of Jungkook he focused his gaze on the blanket covering his thighs. "  Of course. " He murmured, voice low, " Of course, you didn't hurt me. You didn't."

" I- I am sorry for that. I swear I didn't mean- "

Taehyung hissed, stopping Jungkook in the middle, " Please, Jeon. Get out. Ge- get the fuck out before I leave this room. Please. I don't want you near me for now. "

Jungkook blinked his eyes at him, as he gulped and placed the bowl back, " But you're sick- "

" I'll drink this. And will take those medicines. Am not a fucking two years old kid who needs someone to feed him. " His let out, voice harsh and cold.

Jungkook wet his lips staring the floor, with his head hanging low. He pressed his lips together, nodding, before he whispered a little ' Okay' and after sliding the chair back, he got off the chair and after sparing Taehyung a last affectionate glance he went out of the room.

As soon as he left, Taehyung let out a deep sigh and let his head fall back on the pillow, with his eyes facing up the ceiling. " God...why everything hurts so much..." He whispered to himself, before he faceplamed himself and let himself relax.

☆☆

They didn't talk for next three days, just exchanged looks whenever Jungkook came with his food. The first day Taehyung resisted whenever Jungkook came and checked his temperature by the back of his hand and thermometer, but then he got himself used to it. The affection. The affection and care of a husband.

He didn't feel bad as he always pretended it show it to Jungkook. He felt...good. His heart felt a soothing warmth engulfing it whenever Jungkook entered his room with his hand made food and after placing it carefully on the nightstand he left. His heart felt good whenever the back of Jungkook’s hands touched his forehead in the most gentle and soft manner, as if he was touching a petal of rose.

His stretched nerves always straightened themselves on their own whenever Jungkook entered his room past midnight and sat on the stoll beside his bed. Jungkook always thought that he was asleep but he was always wide awake. His wrecked heart felt at peace when Jungkook kept staring him in the middle of the night and caressed the marks of his harsh slap on his cheeks.

It was only one night when Jungkook had entered his room and after seating himself on the chair, he had caressed his mark. Taehyung could feel it. The warmth. The warmth of his touch. And that warmth felt like reaching cores and depths of his tired and exhausted soul.

His poor heart was sane from his warm touches, but it totally went insane when he felt petal like feathery kiss landing on his cheek, right where Jungkook slapped him. He kissed it. That wound on his cheek. A wave of chill had ran all over his body as soon as he felt Jungkooks soft lips touching his skin. He feared that he might open his eyes, but fortunately before that he heard the chair sliding back in haste and footsteps running out of his room.

Taehyung had freaked out that night and he didn't sleep. He didn't sleep that whole night.

Jungkook was currently in his office, eyes fixed on the table in front of him with his mind filled with the images of Taehyung. Taehyung and his beauty. The moles covering his face. His plump lips. His huge blue colored eyes. Especially...that mole on his left eye. God...it had dominated his heart to that extent that now he was unable to get his heart out of the grasp of his beauty. His eternal beauty.

Taehyung never looked that beautiful to him until he watched him sleeping while his face sparkling under the moonlight reaching his room through the windows. He never looked that breathtaking until he witnessed his moles beaming under the moonlight. He didn't had his heartrate accelerating until he spent hours and hours of his night sitting beside his bed while staring him almost all night long.

He never felt someone's beauty having that effect on him. He never wanted it. He never experienced it. Especially...from a boy. God...how could a boy be this beautiful and dainty? He didn't know. All he knew that Taehyung looked delicate, elegant and dainty like a petal of flower and his skin looked like as velvety as petal. And Jungkook? He wanted to feel his velvety skin against him. He wanted to. He didn't know how and when that desire got aroused in his heart, but...he wanted it.

Swirling his chair repeatedly, Jungkook was snapped out of his thoughts when the door of his office burst open and his girlfriend stopped in wearing heels. Jungkook’s looked up at her and before she could pass through the table and reach him, Jungkook stopped her at a distance by the motion of his hand.

" Wait there. Don't come closer. I need to show you something. " Jungkook spoke up in deep voice and turned the screen of his laptop at her.

She furrowed her brows, pouting, " What? I missed you so much. Why are you- "

She was stopped in the middle when the video on the laptop played and she could see the veiw of Jungkook’s kitchen, where she was cooking something. It was the day when that incident had occurred. The one where she accused Taehyung of hurting her.

Sweat covered her forehead with her mouth agape as she watched Taehyung entering and then both of them were talking, until it was her standing with a knife in her hand and her gaze fixed on Taehyung's. Tears covered her eyes as she immediately diverted her gaze from the laptop towards Jungkook who was watching him with piercing dark eyes while chewing at his bottom lip.

He believed her at first. He really did. But after feeling himself being consumed by the beauty of Taehyung and the innocence covering his eyes whenever he looked up at him with those puppy eyes, his heart became the one which started giving testimony of the truthfulness of Taehyung’s words. His heart convinced him to look for that footage and watch it and of course the results were according to what he thought it would be.

" Jungkoo- "

Jungkook shaked his head, sliding the chair off he stood up on his feet and straightened his coat, " Its over. " He muttered under his breath, " We are done here. "

She cried, shaking her head as he immediately came to stand beside Jungkook and reached out her hand to hold Jungkook’s wrist but before she could even touch him, Jungkook stepped himself back as if her touch would burn him.

" Jungkook. He- he..I- I swear he was at- at fau- "

Jungkook laughed, nodding, " Sure. I can see who was actually at fault. You don't have to tell me. "

She shaked his head, tears rolling down her cheeks, " Please. Don- don't break up with me. We- we have been in lo- "

Jungkook walked himself away from her until he was standing in the middle of the office, " We have been dating from 3 months. " He said, shrugging, " And I bet it was all for sex for you. But now that you....." He raised his brows, jaw tightening, " ...tried to play dirty with my husband like that and made me hurt him. Then..." He nodded to himself, " Its better for us part our ways. "

She sobbed, " Please. Don- don't. I- I love you. And you don't even love your husband- "

" Me not loving him doesn't change the fact that you lied to me and made me hurt someone who was innocent! "

Her nostrils flared, " But you hate him and he did insulted me! "

" Insulting didn't give you right to accuse him of something like that. I didn't even imagined that you would steep this low. It was so fucking low and pathetic. "

She wiped her tears by the back of her hand and came to stand in front of Jungkook, with her pleading gaze fixed on Jungkook. " Please. Please don't leave me. I promise. I'll never do that again. He- he was just so confident of himself and I- I could- "

Jungkook tched, stepping back, " Stop it. I don't wanna hear anything. I don't want lame excuses. Your intentions showed pretty clearly in that video. I don't need explanation. "

" But- "

Jungkook shaked his head, " He is my husband, love or not. I told you I was worried that he was always staying in the house alone. He is someone handed over to me by my parents and they believed me enough to put the weight of someone else on my shoulders. I don't care about love, but because of you...." He gritted his teeth, " I hurt him, which resulted in him sticking to his bed for about 3 whole days. I believed you once and am seeing the results of that belief in front of me. Now, " He stepped back, " I don't want to believe you anymore. Only once was enough for me. "

Jungkook explained, and the last thing he witnessed was his girlfriend shaking her head while crying her heart out before he stormed out of the room after slamming the door behind him with a loud thud.

☆☆

The moment Jungkook entered the mansion,  he was met by the empty living. Otherwise whenever he came home, he was met by Taehyung sitting on the couch either using his mobile phone, going through some magazine or reading books. He thought about him for a moment before he shaked his head and whispered to himself a little, " Stop thinking about him, Jeon. "

He sighed tiredly before he went upstairs towards the direction of his room and after changing into comfortable clothes consisting of loose sweatpants and oversized hoodie, he came downstairs to have his dinner.

Reaching his kitchen, he felt his breath stopping against his chest when he was met by the sight of Taehyung in the kitchen wearing a light blue skirt which barely covered his ass and his long, slender and white washed legs were full on display.

He felt his throat clogging up when he witnessed Taehyung bending down to take something out of the bottom cabinet that resulted in his blue panties coming on display for Jungkook which had sent a direct twitch upto the tip of his cock.

He became a breathless mess in seconds. In seconds. He could swore that even girls in panties and little skirts would've looked this hot and mouth watering as Taehyung looked at the moment and in just a matter of seconds he had manged to rise goosebumps all over Jungkook’s body just by the mere sight of him.

Taehyung turned himself, standing straight and met his eyes with Jungkook’s needy and half hooded ones. Jungkook on the sight of Taehyung watching him immediately closed his parted mouth and checked Taehyung out from head to toe while standing at the doorstep.

Taehyung stood there wearing light blue skirt and crop top which resulted in his tiny waist and belly being full for exhibition. Seeing his face, Jungkook could tell that he was wearing makeup as his cheeks looked tinted and his rosy lips looked more rosy and glossy, almost begging Jungkook to latch upon him and take away the glow on his lips.

Bright silver necklace hugged his neck with his collarbones sparkling.

God...was he really a human? No. He wasn't .

He looked like a pure little angel standing while his beauty kept increasing not so innocent and pure thoughts in Jungkook’s mind and heart.

Jungkook swallowed and cleared his throat, screaming at himself innerly to take his eyes off of Taehyung. But his god damn eyes? They didn't listen to him. They didn't.

Taehyung pressed his lips together, smearing the gloss over his lips as he kept his eyes at Jungkook and then freed them with a smack sound leaving past his lips. He kept his dark eyes at Jungkook, before he got on his feet and made his way to Jungkook to get himself out of the kitchen.

Swaying his hips with that tiny little skirt, he made his way where Jungkook was standing breathless becoming a sweaty mess, as he kept his eyes at Taehyung’s every move.

Just when Taehyung passed by him, impulsively Jungkook extended her hand out and grasped Taehyung’s wrist resulting in a surprised gasp leaving past Taehyung’s lips. Taehyungs chest collided with Jungkook’s, with Jungkook’s other hand immediately making its way to Taehyung’s bare waist.

Taehyung’s lips let out a small hiss when Jungkook’s cold hands made contact with his warm waist.

Jungkook watched him with dark eyes, " Where are you going? It's almost 9pm. "

Taehyung gritted his teeth, struggling to get himself out of Jungkook’s hold but his every effort went in vain. Jungkook groaned under his breath, before he held his waist tightly and pressed his back harshly against the wall nearby, flushing his chest against Taehyung's with their nose tips brushing and hot breath fanning over each others faces.

" The fuck? Leave me. I don't have to tell you about everything. You have no right over me. "

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, as he pressed their lower half together. He bit his bottom lip, and grasped both of Taehyung’s wrist in one hand before pressed them both against the wall above Taehyung’s head, resulting in his crop top moving more above and displaying his whole belly.

Jungkook held his both wrists tightly, as he gripped Taehyung’s bare waist from his other hand, gripping it tightly he gave his waist a light caress, with his dark eyes fixed on Taehyung. " You're my husband. And I won't allow my husband going out with clothes that barely covers him. "

Taehyung with his wrist against the wall by Jungkook, jutted his chin out while arching a brow, " Oh? So you remembered that I am your husband? I thought I was your servant just like week? " He mocked, which had Jungkook pressed getting pressed into a thin line.

Jungkook leaned closer, " Kim...drop this bratty attitude with me and go change. "

Taehyung smiled, teasingly, " Jeon. It's Jeon now. And....am not going any where with changed clothes. Someone requested me to wear it and I'll wear it. That's it. "

Jungkook tightened the hold of his hand on his waist, which had Taehyung letting out a low whimper, " Go. And. Change. Jeon. Taehyung. " He breathed every word out on Taehyung's parted lips, with his piercing shady gaze fixed on Taehyung.

Taehyung smiled, which almost looked like a smirk, " Am not changing. Do whatever you want. " Taehyung muttered for the last time, before he jerked his hands off of Jungkook’s hold and pushed him back which resulted in Jungkook stumbling back and freeing him.

Taehyung straightened his clothes and tucking his hair behind his ears prettily, he took his phone out of the pocket of his skirt. Jungkook saw him smiling while biting his lower lip as typed something on the phone, before he turned his phone off and placed it back in his pocket.

Taehyung looked up at Jungkoo, fluttering his long eyelashes at Jungkook he stared him with unbothered gaze, " Never ever dare to step on my way, Jeon. Never. I never stopped you from fucking here in the mansion. So, I hope the same for you to respect my personal space. " Taehyung murmured, before he removed his gaze from Jungkook and walked to make his way out of Jungkook’s sight.

Just when he passed by Jungkook, his bicep was again held by Jungkook, which had him and glancing up at Jungkook, who looked up at him with gentle eyes. " Its not Korea. Its America. People leap onto boys like you when you go out like this. " He almost whispered, and his voice came out as concerned and worried.

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head, " Why does it matter for you? Why are you pretending to care about me when-  "

" In reality I don't. I know I don't. But I can't break the promise and trust of my parents on me. "

Of course. He was doing it all for the sake of the promises he made to his parents.

Taehyung smile dropped, as he closed his eyes shut and nodded forcefully, " Of course. " He nodded to himself again, " I am not going alone. Hoseok is going with me. "

Jungkook’s eyes widened, " What?! You're going out with him? Like this?! "

" Yes? I am. "

Taehyung heard Jungkook cursing under his breath before he freed his arm, " Go. " He muttered. Taehyung stayed there for a moment before he looked at Jungkook hesitantly and then walked steadily towards the direction outside the mansion.

Just before he could cross the boundary of the living room he was stopped by Jungkook's voice, " Wait! " He yelled and Taehyung turned himself back, facing him, " Its cold outside. " He mumbled hesitantly as if he was battling with himself to say that or not, " Wea- wear something warm before going because you just got better and..." He pressed his lips together shrugging.

Taehyung blinked  his eyes at him, heart and mind unable to grasp at the purpose of his sudden care and affection. None the less, he swallowed the lump and nodded to Jungkook’s words.

He was about to turn his back at Jungkook again when Jungkook’s voice again echoed in his ears, " Taehyung! " He called out again, which had Taehyung screwing his eyes shut and taking in a deep breath before tilting his head and looking up at Jungkook who was watching him with warm doe eyes, " When will you come back? "

Taehyung felt his heart swaying in the warm air, at his question. Even though this care wasn't real but it felt good. Good to know that his husband cared not for his sake but for the sake of his parents. But...at least he cared. He cared. His husband. His husband Jungkook cared.

" I'll stay over at his. " He revealed.

Taehyung saw Jungkook opening his mouth to say something but he closed his mouth, only nodding and after hanging his head low Jungkook’s back met with his face, as Jungkook stuffed his hand in the pockets of his pants and made his way towards the direction of kitchen.

Taehyung after burying the strong urge of running into Jungkook’s arms and eating dinner while sitting beside him, made his way outside the mansion and got himself seated in his car.

Jungkook had his dinner alone, mind occupied by the thoughts of Taehyung. He tried. He tried his best to sit there and think about him and what would they both be doing at that time. But...he couldn't. His mind almost turned cloudy and headache engulfed his forehead from thinking too much. At last to save himself from the miserable condition he got up and ran towards the direction of outside the mansion.

He didn't know why even his heart was being so restless because of Taehyung. And all he told to himself the reason of his restlessness that it was because he was afraid of breaking the trust of his parents. That's it. It was all because of his parents. Nothing more..

Still wearing his sweatpants and hoodie, he sat himself inside the car and drove towards the direction of where Hoseok always took people.