Jeon Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The office is exhausting. So exhausting that the only relief is warm thoughts of home, where Jungkook is always welcomed and cared for. But none of this would bring such incredible pleasure and warmth to his heart if it weren't for the man's beloved, Taehyung, who waited for him at home every day, greeting him with loving eyes. In the elder's eyes, he was literally a little bundle of comfort and tenderness. His beloved boy, who nourished him after a hard day at work.

That's why Chon sighs blissfully and finally gathers his things from his desk. It happens almost automatically; he desperately wants to get home, to his own comfort. Stepping outside, he almost immediately finds his car and quickly walks around it, getting in.

The trip doesn't last long at all, at least it seems that way to Jungkook. A smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he stands at the threshold of the house, tugging at the handle. Taking off his coat, he steps inside, the smile on his face growing ever more pronounced.

The kitchen greets him with the smell of a fresh dinner. Glancing toward the sink, the elder sees a familiar figure. Taehyung, wearing an apron and with his sleeves rolled up, is peeling vegetables with his back to Jungkook.

—My light, I'm home. Are you making us dinner?

Jungkook quietly approaches the delicate creature and, out of habit, places his hands on her waist, hugging her from behind. The skin beneath her clothes, for some reason, feels especially hot today. Jungkook noticed it immediately. He also noticed that he wasn't greeted at the door today. What's more, Kim hadn't even spoken to him yet when his lover arrived.

• Tae?

Jungkook stands beside the boy, still hugging him with only one arm. Looking at the younger's hands, he's at a loss. His fingers are shaking violently as he awkwardly tries to peel the poor carrot. Without a word, Jungkook looks up. Only now does he notice his pale, unhealthy face: his forehead is covered in sweat, the warm flush has disappeared from his cheeks, his lips are dry.

—Little one, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?