Jungkook is an abuser

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii The silence in the apartment felt thick and stifling. Taehyung set out the plates, checking the time on his watch. There were still ten minutes until Jungkook arrived, but his hands were already shaking. He'd managed to wash the shirts, dust, and cook dinner—only the sauce was still bubbling on the stove. The click of the lock sounded like a gunshot. Taehyung winced and quickly wiped his palms on his apron. “I’m home,” Jungkook’s voice from the hallway was even, but behind this calm intonation there was a threat. “Welcome back,” Taehyung said quietly, coming out to greet them and smiling tensely. Jungkook slowly took off his coat and looked at him with a heavy gaze. His husband's fingers habitually rested on Taehyung's chin, forcing him to lift his head. "You look pale," Jungkook said, stroking his cheek with his thumb. The pressure felt like a test of strength. "Did you forget your vitamins again? And why is there a draft in the hallway?" "I was airing it out while I was cleaning," Taehyung muttered, looking down. "The sauce is almost ready, I'll serve it now..." Jungkook gave him a noticeable squeeze on his chin, forcing him to look at him again. "Taehyung-ah," a patronizing note crept into her voice. "You're doing everything wrong again. I care about you. You catch colds easily, and without me, you're completely lost. How many times do I have to tell you?" He sighed with feigned regret and extended his hand: — Give me the phone. Taehyung froze and obediently pulled out his gadget. Jungkook quickly scrolled through his calls and messages, confirming his husband hadn't contacted anyone. "Good boy," Jungkook said quietly, touching his forehead with a cold kiss. "Go to the kitchen."