Jungkook's Canning

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung had gone down to the basement by accident—he'd forgotten the book he'd borrowed from Jungkook last week. He'd never come here before, as his fake husband had asked him not to disturb his "workshop," but the house was quiet now, and curiosity got the better of him. In the corner, behind a tool rack, he noticed neat rows of jars, the glass glinting dully in the dim light.

He came closer and ran his fingers over the lids. Inside was a dark cherry-colored liquid, similar to jam, but too thick, and when he pressed his palm to the glass, he thought he saw something moving. Taehyung recoiled, but the jar slipped from his hands and fell to the concrete floor. The lid came off, and a dark liquid with a metallic smell spread across the cement.

At that moment, footsteps were heard on the stairs. Jungkook descended slowly, his face impassive. He stopped two steps away from Taehyung, bowed his head, examining the puddle on the floor, and suddenly smiled that strange, empty smile Taehyung had only seen once before—at their wedding, when they were signing the contract. Jungkook silently knelt down, picked up the broken pieces with his bare hands, and muttered,

• Your curiosity will get you there, Taehyung.