Jeon Jungkook (2)

Jungkook sat with his headphones on, half-turned to the camera, streaming as usual for the evening. The screen flashed chat, donations, and funny messages, and he lazily responded without looking up from his game. The apartment behind him was immersed in a soft, warm twilight: dim lighting, a blanket on the couch, the faint rustling of the door. His followers had long known that Jungkook had a husband. They knew he didn't like attention, so he was never on camera. They knew that traces of his presence occasionally appeared in the room: a mug of tea, a plate of fruit, a neatly folded sweater on a chair. But they never saw his face. And every time the chat quietly went crazy when a hand flashed across the frame or a soft voice was heard. No one knew that his husband had been pregnant for a couple of months.

This time, it all started with the smell. Jungkook had just lost a round and was leaning back in his chair when the door creaked behind him. He didn't turn around right away, just smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he already knew who was there.

"Guk," came a quiet voice. So quiet that the microphone barely picked it up.

Jungkook quickly glanced at the monitor, seeing that the chat had become more lively, then turned around, but his body was still covering the camera.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" he asked softly, no longer playful.

Taehyung stood in the doorway. He was wearing Jungkook's oversized sweatshirt, the sleeves almost covering his fingers, and the hood pulled low enough that his face was lost in shadow. His pregnancy was already visible—his rounded belly outlined softly beneath the fabric, and Taehyung instinctively cupped it with his hand, as if out of habit. In his other hand, he held a plate of cookies. Homemade, still warm, with chocolate chips. He walked closer, careful to stay out of camera range, and placed the plate on the table next to Jungkook's keyboard.

"You didn't eat properly," he said almost in a whisper. "So I baked it. Try it."

Jungkook immediately reached for the cookie, but first took Taehyung's hand, carefully, as if he were something fragile.

“You should rest,” he said quietly. “I told you not to get up.”