jungkook'

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Outside the apartment, Jungkook remained the kind of person people instinctively looked down at and spoke in hushed tones—a heavy gaze, harsh decisions, and hundreds of subordinates. But today, after a grueling day full of business meetings and ruined deals, he was dragging his feet from exhaustion. His thoughts were in a tangle, and his only desire was to quickly hug Taehyung.

Stepping inside the house, Jungkook took off his shoes and only then remembered: the promised blueberry cake that Taehyung had asked him to bring was still sitting in the bakery window. In the chaos, he'd simply forgotten about it.

Taehyung was waiting for him in the living room, caressing his rounded belly. His expression, seeing his husband's empty hands, reflected bitter resentment mixed with hormonal vulnerability, so much so that Jungkook, without further ado, sank to his knees in front of the sofa. He placed his palms on Taehyung's hips, looking up into his tear-streaked eyes. All his daytime menace had vanished, replaced by a readiness to atone for his guilt by any means necessary.

• Tae, my baby, I forgot... Tell me, what should I do to make you forgive me?