Jungkook

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“Tae,” he called, unbuttoning his tie.

Only a nightlight was on in the bedroom. Jungkook squinted, making out a figure on the bed: Taehyung was lying face down, arms spread out, a silk robe slipping off one shoulder.

"Tired?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the mattress. His fingers instinctively reached for his exposed shoulder blade.

Taehyung jerked and rolled onto his back. His eyes were wet, his lips swollen, and his cheeks flushed feverishly. He didn't look at his "husband," but stared at the ceiling, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"You're late again. An hour." A pause. "And I'm lying here thinking: maybe you don't care anymore? Maybe this stupid job is more important than me?"

Jungkook sighed. He knew this roller coaster ride. Taehyung wanted attention, wanted to be reassured—but first, he needed to get all the resentment out of him, shake his tantrums out.

“Come here,” Jungkook said, bending down.

Taehyung looked away, but Jungkook grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"You know you're not," he said quietly, running his thumb over Taehyung's bottom lip. "You know you're always first."