My Boo

"Taehyung, quick!"

Jungkook hissed, his gaze darting nervously between his husband, who seemed wholly engrossed in his task, and the closed front door. The faint rumble of a school bus in the distance had him on edge.

"Five more minutes," Taehyung replied calmly, though his fingers worked with determined haste as he slightly opened the f..lds to reveal his wife's pretty and tempting puffy c..nt.

"Ah..! Fi... ufff... Five m...more minutes?" Jungkook echoed incredulously in between his mumbled m..ns, swatting away Taehyung's hands. "Gukkie will be home any minute! It’s already 4!"

Taehyung barely spared him a glance, as he hastily took a long l..ck of his p..sy from his dripping h..le to his throbbing n..b, rolling his tongue right on the centre on his b..d, making Jungkook to squirm in Taehyung's grip.

"Fck Jungkook."

He groaned, sitting up, grabbing Jungkook's bare b..bies, squeezing it between his large palm. He leaned forward and to took one of his brown n..ples in his mouth, s..ckling on them.

"Hmmmmphh."

Jungkook closed his eyes, arching his back beautifully as one of his hands curled up on Taehyung's mullet, pulling him more to his chest.

"His school bus... Ughhhh.... won't be here until 4:10. Relax," Taehyung groaned, deftly sliding his hard manhood inside his sexy husband's dripping h.le.

He dragged his thick veiny d.ck ever slowly, smiling in between as he heard a satisfied m..n from Jungkook's lips.

"You like this, right? To be stuffed always."

He bit his n..ple hard, increasing the pace of each thrust.

"I lo..love it.. b..but.. Ahhh. I... I haven’t even st.. ahhh... started making snacks yet!" Jungkook groaned with an adorable angry pout, running a hand through Taehyung's hair who rolled his hips and thr..sted deeper.

"Uffff.."

"I'll help you. Just give me two minutes," Taehyung said, thrusting in and out of his sl...ckie h..le, going so deep and stretching him open. He hit that spot inside Jungkook, who couldn't help but moan with his mouth wide open.

"Look at you.. fck.. do you know why I came home early, leaving the pending work behind? For this.. for my beautiful husband's pretty flower." He added, flashing a grin that made Jungkook scowl and blush all at once.

"Seriously, Tae? You’ve been unusually clingy these days," Jungkook muttered, giving Taehyung a pointed look but gasped when Taehyung took his m.br out and slammed inside him again.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"I missed you," Taehyung said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his deep voice dropping an octave as he leaned in just close enough to tuck his tongue inside Jungkook’s mouth. "And I wanted to make today special.", his voice mumbled.

"Hmm." Jungkook hummed stroking his tongue, gently yet possessively, while Taehyung's hands roamed around Jungkook's exposed body, kneading and groping the curves.

"Ah.. Tae... ufff..." Jungkook moaned, leaving his tongue, hugging Taehyung tightly, making his m..mbr go deeper inside him. He could even feel the tip of the bulge touching his stomach.

"Ahhhh... I will c..m.. ufff..."

"Yeah. Just a minute. Uff. Wrap your legs around me." Taehyung said, pushing back and balancing himself on his arms while increasing the pace of each th..st which even caused the couch to shake along with Jungkook.

"Ahhhh..mmmmm.."

But just as Taehyung c..mmed, the sound of the doorbell cut through their moment like a siren.

Jungkook who was lost in that heavenly pleasure froze, his eyes wide opened.

"Ah! Gukkie!" he exclaimed, his panic renewed. He abruptly pushed Taehyung off his body and hastily began gathering his scattered clothes from the floor, bundling them in his arms.

"Open the door!" He muttered, running his palm over his flower, wiping off the c..m dripping off his folds. The action seems dirty but that single gesture jerked Taehyung's m..mber up again.

"Calm down. I’ve got this." Taehyung said, lazily rubbing his finger over his lower lips, watching Jungkook intensely.

"Did you c..m inside me?" Jungkook asked, glaring at Taehyung.

"Nope.. that's not mine it's your honey," Taehyung said, rolling his eyes but muttered a low curse under his breath as Jungkook bolted n..ked to their bedroom with his arms full of clothes.

"Ah." Taehyung exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair to compose himself.

With another deep breath, he quickly pulled the c..ndom off his m..mber.. He tied it securely and threw it in the waste bin and grabbed his pants which was hanging on the hand rest of the couch.

"Mamaaa.. mamaaaa.."

The shrill chime of the doorbell rang through the house again, sharp and insistent, echoing like a demand for attention.

Taehyung cursed under his breath, fumbling with his pants as he yanked them up and secured the button at his waist. His heart still raced from the abrupt interruption, but by the time his hand gripped the doorknob, his expression was composed into that familiar, charming ease.

He swung the door open, and there he was—little Gukkie, barely four years old, standing proudly on the porch. His tiny arms stretched out as if the whole world could fit in them, his school bag slipping from one shoulder, dangling precariously.

The moment his round eyes spotted his father, his face lit up with a joy so pure it could burn away the weariness of any day.

“Appa? You’re home early?” Gukkie chirped, his high, sing-song voice bubbling with surprise and delight.

Taehyung’s lips softened into a smile that reached his eyes, the corners crinkling. He bent down, scooping the bag off Gukkie’s shoulder with one hand while ruffling the boy’s silky hair with the other.

“Yes, Bun. Just a little early today.” He replied in a tender voice, the kind reserved only for his children.

Behind Gukkie, the yellow school bus idled for a moment, its doors still open. Taehyung lifted a hand in thanks to the driver, who gave a small nod before the bus rumbled away, leaving only the faint smell of diesel in the air.

With a satisfied hum, Taehyung nudged the door shut, the soft click of the lock sealing the warmth of home around them.

“Where’s Mama?” Gukkie asked, already bouncing on the balls of his feet like he was powered by springs. His round cheeks flushed pink from the excitement of the bus ride home.

“Inside,” Taehyung answered, tilting his head toward the bedroom with a conspiratorial smile. “Why don’t you go surprise him?”

He didn’t need to say more. Gukkie’s entire little body vibrated with joy as he let out an ear-splitting squeal. “Mama! Mama!” he called, his voice ringing through the hallway as he bolted forward. His tiny sneakers thudded against the wooden floor in a quick, clumsy rhythm that echoed his eagerness.

Taehyung lingered in the doorway for a moment, chuckling softly as he set Gukkie’s bag by the shoe rack. He straightened, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, the corners of his mouth still tugged up at the sound of his son’s laughter filling the house.

However, when Gukkie skidded into the bedroom, his squeals echoing, he was met not with open arms but the steady rush of water. The bathroom door was firmly shut, steam faintly curling from the crack beneath it. The room was otherwise empty, the bed still neatly made, Jungkook’s presence nowhere in sight.

Gukkie froze in the middle of the room, his little fists still clenched in excitement, but the sparkle in his eyes dulled. His smile slipped, lips pressing together in a small, disappointed pout. He stood there for a moment, rocking on his heels, hoping the door would swing open any second and Mama would appear.

But when nothing happened, the sound of water continuing its steady rhythm, his shoulders sagged.

With a tiny sigh, Gukkie turned and trudged back down the hall, his sneakers dragging this time instead of bouncing. He padded into the living room, his pout still tugging at his lips.

“Dada,” he called softly, his big eyes watching Taehyung, who was bent over, straightening a stack of cushions on the couch.

Taehyung glanced up, eyebrows raised. “Mm? What is it, Bun?”

“What’s Mama making for snacks?” Gukkie asked, his voice small but curious, as though the promise of food might somehow make up for Mama not being in the bedroom.

Taehyung paused mid-reach, tapping his chin theatrically. “Hmm… no idea,” he said, drawing out the words before breaking into a playful smile. “But why don’t we go find out?”

The change was immediate. Gukkie’s pout melted into a grin, his dark eyes sparkling once more. With a renewed burst of energy, he spun on his heel and bolted toward the kitchen, his laughter bubbling out like music as he ran.

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head fondly before following after him. His long strides easily kept up with the little boy’s frantic ones, and for a moment, the house rang only with the sound of sneakers tapping against the floor and the echo of their laughter weaving together.

Inside the kitchen, Gukkie climbed onto his favorite stool, resting his elbows on the counter as he looked around expectantly. "What do you think Mama will make?" he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Maybe pancakes," Taehyung said, pulling out a mixing bowl and flour.

"Or cookies!" Gukkie exclaimed.

"Or maybe... both?" Taehyung teased, tapping his chin dramatically.

Gukkie giggled, clapping his little hands together, sending a tiny puff of flour into the air like smoke from a mischievous firework.

The kitchen, soon filled with the sound of his bubbling laughter, Taehyung’s deeper chuckles blending in, and the happy chaos of a snack-making mission gone delightfully off-course.

Metal bowls clanged, spoons scraped, and every now and then Gukkie squealed with delight at his own handiwork, which usually meant more mess than progress.

The once-pristine counters now bore the evidence of their “culinary adventure”: streaks of butter smeared across the edge, sugar crystals crunching faintly underfoot, and a scattering of chocolate chips that had somehow rolled all the way to the dining table.

Gukkie, of course, was the proudest victim of this storm — his soft hair dusted in flour, his cheeks smudged with sticky fingerprints, and his shirt carrying the unmistakable blotches of spilled milk.

When Jungkook finally stepped into the dining room, freshly changed from his shower, the sight stopped him in his tracks. His hand went instinctively to his forehead, torn between exasperation and amusement.

The room looked like a war zone — flour coating every visible surface, the floor dusted white like the aftermath of a snowfall, and the kitchen counter carrying bowls, half-mixed batter, and a few cookie cutters in odd places.

But most of all, there was Gukkie. His round eyes sparkled as he turned toward Jungkook, lifting his tiny hands proudly as though presenting a masterpiece. “Mama, look! We’re making snacks!”

Jungkook’s lips twitched, caught between a groan and a laugh. He pressed his palm over his mouth, muffling the sound, but his shoulders shook with barely restrained amusement.

Taehyung, standing behind Gukkie with a dusting of flour in his own hair like a crown, gave Jungkook a sheepish grin. “i am helping you,” he said, voice low but playful.

Jungkook sighed, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him as they curved upward. “Seriously?” he muttered, stepping closer, “Like this? Can't you both wait for ten minutes?”

“Mm, and look what we accomplished in ten,” Taehyung teased, reaching down to pinch Gukkie’s flour-coated cheek.

Jungkook shook his head, laughter spilling out at last, filling the messy kitchen with warmth that not even the chaos could dim.

Gukkie who was still in his school uniform, giggling uncontrollably as he waved his tiny flour-covered hands in the air.

“Mama, look! Snow!” Gukkie exclaimed, clapping his little hands together. A puff of flour burst into the air like a tiny explosion, drifting down over his hair in soft white specks.

Taehyung, vigorously whisking something in a mixing jar, threw his head back and laughed at his son’s antics. The sound was rich and unrestrained, filling the kitchen with warmth.

Jungkook, however, pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight before him. “Oh, Gukkie,” he sighed, his tone walking the fine line between fondness and exasperation. “Didn’t I ask you to change out of your uniform and wash your hands before touching anything?”

Unfazed, Gukkie only grinned wider, lifting his flour-covered palms like trophies. “But, Mama, we are cooking cookie!” he declared proudly, his mispronunciation making Taehyung choke back another laugh.

Jungkook’s gaze slid to Taehyung, who was biting his lip, shoulders trembling as he tried to stifle the grin threatening to spill.

“And what else can I expect,” Jungkook muttered, shaking his head, “when his dad is the most chaotic one? Kids learn from their elders, after all.”

Taehyung feigned innocence, clutching the whisk like a knight wielding his sword. “I was just encouraging his creativity,” he said with a casual shrug, though the mischievous sparkle in his eyes gave him away.

Jungkook sighed, but his lips softened as he bent to scoop Gukkie into his arms. The boy squealed in delight, his laughter ringing against Jungkook’s ear. “Come on, flour monster. Let’s get you cleaned up before you start calling yourself a cookie,” Jungkook said, heading toward the hallway.

He managed a few steps before stopping, turning back toward Taehyung. His eyes flicked over him, lingering on the flour dusting his hair like snowflakes and the streaks of batter smeared across his bare chest. Jungkook’s brows drew together.

“And you,” he said, his voice carrying the mock authority of a parent scolding a wayward child, “are even dirtier than him. Go take a shower. I’ll finish up here.”

Taehyung grinned, teeth catching his lower lip in that guilty-schoolboy way Jungkook knew all too well. “Yes, Mama,” he teased, snapping a playful salute before finally setting the whisk down.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, though a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t you ‘Mama’ me. And don’t think I didn’t notice the flour trail from the kitchen to the dining room. You’re cleaning that later.”

“Anything for you, pretty,” Taehyung drawled, brushing flour off his arms with an exaggerated sweep.

Jungkook huffed, though warmth bloomed quietly in his chest as he carried Gukkie toward the bathroom. Behind him, Taehyung’s soft laughter echoed through the kitchen, mixing with the faint clatter of him halfheartedly cleaning up.

It was chaotic. Messy. A little maddening.

But it was also home. And Jungkook wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Inside the washroom,

“Mama!” Gukkie chirped as Jungkook carefully peeled off his school uniform. His big brown eyes sparkled with curiosity, and his cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the water that Jungkook had just run in the shower.

Jungkook hummed in acknowledgment, folding the uniform and placing it neatly in the laundry stand. “What is it, my little bun?” he asked, crouching down to turn on the shower head.

“When will Gukkie have a little sister?” the little boy asked with wide-eyed innocence, his small hands fiddling with the cap of the shower gel.

Jungkook paused mid-reach, blinking at the unexpected question. He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Gukkie wants a little sister?” he asked, kneeling to Gukkie’s eye level.

“Yeah!” Gukkie nodded enthusiastically, his messy curls bouncing. “Eun got a little sister today. His dada came to our class and gave everyone chocolates. When will we give chocolates?” His pout was exaggerated, making Jungkook chuckle softly.

“Well,” Jungkook began, squirting a dollop of body wash into his palm and gently rubbing it onto Gukkie’s tiny arms. “Isn’t Gukkie enough for Mama and Dada? Hmm? Do we really need another baby?”

“Yes!” Gukkie protested, puffing his cheeks out. “Gukkie wants a baby sister, like Eun. Gukkie wants to give chocolates too!” His little fists clenched, emphasizing his determination.

Jungkook giggled at his son’s earnestness, nodding as he lathered the soap across Gukkie’s back. “Alright, alright. Mama will think about it.”

“Promise?” Gukkie asked, his lips forming a hopeful pout.

“Promise,” Jungkook replied, ruffling his hair. He rinsed off the foam, ensuring no suds were left behind before wrapping Gukkie in a fluffy towel. He scooped the boy up and stepped out of the bathroom, carrying him back into the bedroom.

As Jungkook adjusted the towel around Gukkie, his eyes landed on Taehyung, who stood by the bedroom table, engrossed in his phone. His forehead was slightly creased in concentration, and he hadn’t noticed their arrival.

“You haven’t bathed yet?” Jungkook asked, his brows furrowing as he dried Gukkie’s damp hair.

Taehyung startled slightly, lifting his gaze but not quite putting his phone down. “Ah? You both were in the washroom,” he said nonchalantly, his attention flitting back to his screen.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, a playful smirk on his lips. “You make it sound like we only have one bathroom in this entire house.”

“Mm, but this was important,” Taehyung said, turning the screen toward Jungkook. “I have a project to complete. It's a tight deadline.”

“Oh, already?” Jungkook groaned, straightening up as he set Gukkie on the bed. “It’s barely been a week off. They couldn’t have given us at least some more days?”

“I am an engineer. Not a professor like you,” Taehyung teased, crossing his arms.

Jungkook pouted, grabbing Gukkie’s pajama set from the closet.

“And I wish we could’ve visited my parents before your college reopens and I resume work,” Taehyung said quietly, his lips flattening as he leaned back against the wall. His gaze lingered on Jungkook, searching for his reaction.

After a beat, he added, more gently this time, “How about tomorrow? Would you be okay with it? We could travel to Daegu… spend the day with them before everything gets busy again.”

Jungkook sighed, crouching to dress a distracted Gukkie, who was busy examining a toy he’d plucked from the bedside table. “Take Gukkie and go. I’ll stay here.”

“Why?” Taehyung asked, a slight frown creasing his brows.

“You know why,” Jungkook said quietly, tugging the pajama top over Gukkie’s head. “I’d rather not deal with your mom right now. She hates me to the moon and back, Tae. Let’s avoid the drama.”

Taehyung’s shoulders slumped. “But..”

“It’s fine,” Jungkook interrupted, his tone reassuring but firm. “It’s just a matter of a day, and I’m completely okay with it. You and Gukkie can have a nice visit.”

Taehyung hesitated before nodding. “Should I drop you off at your parents’ place, then?”

Jungkook snorted, smoothing Gukkie’s hair. “Oh, please. That’s even more dangerous, especially with my sister there. I’d rather stay home and get some work done. Maybe by evening, I’ll drop by Jimin’s place.”

“Mm.. if that's what you wish for, then yeah,” Taehyung said, though his voice held a hint of reluctance.

Gukkie, seemingly oblivious to the conversation, suddenly piped up, “Mama, what about my little sister?”

Taehyung raised a curious brow, leaving the phone on the table, walking towards the mama-son duo. “What’s this about a little sister?”

Jungkook chuckled softly, explaining, “Gukkie wants a baby sister because his friend Eun got a little one today.”

Taehyung burst into laughter, crouching to ruffle Gukkie’s hair. “Oh, is that so? My little prince wants a baby sister, huh?”

“Yes!” Gukkie declared, his voice firm.

“Well,” Taehyung said, winking at Jungkook, “if your Mama’s ready, then.. mm.. your appa has been ready for a long time.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes dramatically, standing and heading for the door. “When was your appa not ready for anything?” he muttered under his breath, making Taehyung laugh even harder.

As Jungkook disappeared into the kitchen, Taehyung turned back to Gukkie, who was now somehow crawling on the bed, happily bouncing on it. “Alright, little prince. Let’s make a deal... you convince Mama, and I’ll make sure we get chocolates too.”

“Deal!” Gukkie squealed, clapping his hands together.

"Let Appa quickly take a shower, and then we’ll eat together," Taehyung said, brushing a hand through his slightly flour-dusted hair as he stood up from the floor. He stretched, giving Gukkie a warm smile before turning toward the bathroom.

“Okay, Appa!” Gukkie chirped, his energy seemingly endless as he spun on his heels and dashed out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen.

Taehyung chuckled softly, shaking his head as he grabbed a towel from the rack and stepped into the washroom.

Closing the door behind him, he exhaled deeply, relishing a moment of quiet before the chaos resumed. He quickly undressed and turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him. It felt good to wash away the flour and batter remnants from the impromptu kitchen adventure.

Meanwhile, Gukkie was already in the kitchen, his tiny hands reaching up to the countertop to grab the piled up pancakes. He struggled for a moment, his face scrunched in concentration, before successfully dragging the plate closer to the edge. Just as he was about to take one, Jungkook turned his face from the cooking towards Gukkie.

“Gukkie,” Jungkook said, his tone a mix of fondness and faux sternness, “It's too hot, Bun. You will burn your fingers.”

Gukkie froze, his hand still hovering on the pancake. He turned his head slowly, a guilty grin spreading across his face as he looked up at Jungkook. “Just one?”

Jungkook raised a brow, stepping closer. “It's all for you. But, let me take a plate first but wait... what happened to 'waiting for Appa'?”

“But, Mama!” Gukkie whined, bouncing on his toes. “Just one, now. Please? Rest I will eat with Appa.”

Jungkook sighed dramatically, crouching to lift his son into his arms. “Alright, you little rascal. Let me first take a plate.”

As Jungkook carried him to the kitchen rack, Gukkie giggled, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck. “Mama’s the best!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Bun,” Jungkook teased, setting him down on the counter and grabbing a plate. He took a pancake and carefully helped Gukkie cut it into tiny pieces. Gukkie giggled as he immediately stuffed his little mouth with the bigger piece.

And by the time Taehyung emerged from the bedroom, towel-drying his damp hair, he was greeted by the sight of Gukkie perched on the counter, happily munching on a pancake while Jungkook worked on slicing fruits.

“You two started without me?” Taehyung asked, feigning offense as he stepped into the kitchen.

“Blame your son,” Jungkook said, glancing at Taehyung with a playful smirk. “He has the patience of a squirrel.”

Taehyung laughed, ruffling Gukkie’s hair as he passed by. “That he does. But it runs in the family,” he added, shooting Jungkook a meaningful look.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, biting back a smile. “Hurry up and set the table, Mr. Impatient.”

Taehyung saluted dramatically. “Yes, Queen!” he said, grabbing plates and utensils.

Jungkook slowly lifted the boy up and settled him back on the floor. "Be careful not to drop the plate." He said, giving Gukkie the plate. Gukkie, still munching his pancake, nodded and rushed to the living room gripping the plate carefully enough to not drop any piece of the pancakes on the floor.

"Tae. Wait," Jungkook said, turning towards Taehyung as his sharp gaze fell on Taehyung's damp hair. He crossed his arms, exhaling in mild exasperation. "Didn’t I tell you many times to dry your hair properly? You’ll catch a cold so quickly, and then I have to deal with you being sick. You know how much you whine."

Taehyung grinned sheepishly, ruffling his wet locks with his hand. But before he could respond, Jungkook had already picked up the towel Taehyung had carelessly left on the chair. Stepping closer, Jungkook began gently rubbing the towel over Taehyung’s hair, his movements soft yet efficient.

Taehyung stood still, his usual playful demeanor momentarily replaced by quiet admiration as he watched Jungkook concentrate on his task. His gaze naturally drifted downward, tracing Jungkook’s sharp jawline before settling on the mole just below his neck. It was such a simple yet alluring detail - something Taehyung could never ignore.

“You’re tempting me to do something, Jungkook,” Taehyung murmured, his voice low and teasing. He reached out and gently placed his hand on his waist and squeezed it.

Without pausing, Jungkook rolled his eyes and smirked. “You’re always tempted to do something. That’s nothing new.”

Taehyung leaned in slightly, his grin widening. “True. But right now, I’m really...”

“Gukkie is in the room with us,” Jungkook interrupted, his tone firm, but the warning only made Taehyung’s eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Cool,” Taehyung quipped, shrugging lightly. “Can we quickly go to the room, then?”

Jungkook froze for a second, narrowing his eyes at him. “What about the snacks I prepared? Hmm?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock suspicion.

“I’ll eat them in the room along with you,” Taehyung replied casually, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

“You already had a whole meal earlier, if I am not wrong,” Jungkook shot back, flicking Taehyung’s forehead lightly. “So, not going to happen.” He took a step back, carefully combing Taehyung’s hair with his fingers to smooth it out after drying. “There,” he said, satisfied with his work. “Let’s eat now.”

Jungkook turned and walked to the living room, grabbing the plates from Taehyung’s hands before he could protest further. “Spread that towel on the cloth stand,” he added over his shoulder, plopping the damp towel onto Taehyung’s shoulder as he passed by.

Taehyung watched him go, his pout slowly turning into a small, fond smile. “Bossy,” he muttered under his breath, but he dutifully headed to the cloth stand to hang up the towel.

“Did you say something, Tae?” Jungkook called out from the living room, his tone laced with mock warning.

“Nope! Nothing at all!” Taehyung replied, grinning. He shook his head as he joined Jungkook ad Gukkie in the living room, the warm scent of freshly prepared snacks wafting through the air.

Even in the smallest, most mundane moments, Taehyung couldn’t help but think that his favorite kind of chaos was the one they shared together.

..to be continued..