Glass House~ (KookV)
Chapter 1°
The house was silent except for the faint hum of the fridge.
Taehyung sat on the living room floor with their son asleep on a blanket beside him. The boy’s soft breaths rose and fell, small hands curled like petals.
The clock read past midnight. Taehyung’s back ached, but he waited. He always waited.
The familiar sound of the front door unlocking made his heart skip a beat.
Jeon Taehyung
*softly, not turning around* You’re late.
Jeon Jungkook
*Tired chuckle, voice rough* I know. I missed you
The heavy thud of his shoes, the rustle of his coat being shrugged off. Then warmth—the scent of cologne and city rain as he kneels behind Taehyung and wraps his arms around him
Jeon Jungkook
**Pressing his lips to Taehyung’s hair*
God, I needed this. Just… this. You
Jeon Taehyung
You work too much. One day you’ll forget what home looks like.
Jeon Jungkook
Never. This is the only place I breathe.
He kisses the side of Taehyung’s neck, lingering, as if trying to memorize the shape of him
Jeon Taehyung
Did you eat?
Jeon Jungkook
I wanted to eat with you, but the meeting ran late.
Jeon Taehyung
I waited, but… I didn’t want to wake him up.
*He gestures to their sleeping son*
Jeon Jungkook
Let me look at him
*Smile softly**
They both gaze at the boy. Jungkook reaches out, gently tucking the blanket closer around him.
Jeon Jungkook
He’s getting taller. Every time I blink, he grows.
Jeon Taehyung
And every time you blink, you miss it. That’s why I take pictures.
Taehyung smiled softly and Jungkook gave him a small peck kiss of love.
Jungkook sighs, sliding down to sit fully behind Taehyung, pulling him back against his chest. His arms circle Taehyung tightly.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m sorry. I know I’m gone too much. I… don’t know how to balance this empire I’m building and the empire I already have right here.
Jeon Taehyung
*Resting his head back on Jungkook’s shoulder, voice soft*
You just make sure the walls don’t get so high that we can’t see you over them
A silence falls, but it’s gentle. Jungkook presses a slow kiss to Taehyung’s temple
This is a slow burn angst story with a twist~ just so you know.
Chapter 2°
Jeon Jungkook
Let me stay like this. Don’t move yet
Jeon Taehyung
You're soaking my shirt
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll buy you a hundred shirts. Just… don’t move, Tae.
Taehyung closes his eyes, feeling Jungkook’s heart hammering against his back. For a brief moment, there is no boardroom, no secrets. Only them
Jeon Taehyung
Let’s go to bed. You look so tired
Jeon Jungkook
**Teasing softly*
Will you come with me, or do I have to carry you?
Jeon Taehyung
You couldn’t carry me after a day like this.
Jeon Jungkook
Try me.
**His lips brush Taehyung’s ear, and Taehyung shivers.*
Taehyung stands, and Jungkook takes his hand, holding it tightly as they head upstairs together. Behind them, their son sleeps peacefully—unaware of the storm already gathering beyond the door.
They walk silently to their bedroom, their hands clasped.
The house is quiet except for the creak of the floorboards beneath their feet.
Taehyung closes the door gently so their son won’t wake.
Jungkook pulls him close, not giving him a chance to step away.
Jeon Jungkook
I hate that I come home so late… and all I can think about the entire drive is touching you.
Jeon Taehyung
Then touch me
*Said seductly**
That’s all it takes. Jungkook kisses him—hungry but soft, like he’s been starving for days. Taehyung clutches at Jungkook’s shirt, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between them.
Jungkook lifts him, pressing him gently against the bedroom wall.
Their mouths don’t part, even when Jungkook tries to speak; every word dissolves into kisses.
His hands roam—over Taehyung’s waist, up under his shirt, fingertips grazing warm skin.
Jeon Taehyung
*Breath hitched** Koo...
Jeon Jungkook
God, I missed you. Let me take care of you tonight, Tae. Please—just let me
His hands roam—over Taehyung’s waist, up under his shirt, fingertips grazing warm skin.
Clothes come off in hurried touches—Jungkook’s suit jacket, Taehyung’s soft sweater—scattered across the floor.
Jungkook pauses to look at him, the dim golden light painting Taehyung’s skin
Jungkook bends down, lips trailing over Taehyung’s chest, slow and unhurried. Each kiss draws a soft sound from Taehyung, each touch slower than the last.
When Jungkook finally pushes inside, it’s slow, deep, deliberate.
There’s no rush—only the need to be close, to hold, to drown in each other.
Jeon Taehyung
*Moans softly clasping Jungkook's neck**
They move together, bodies slick with sweat, breaths breaking into each other’s mouths.
Jungkook kisses Taehyung again and again, whispering in between
Jeon Jungkook
I love you.
I swear I love you.
You’re all I see, Tae.
And Taehyung believes him. He believes every word.
When it’s over, Jungkook doesn’t leave his side.
They lie tangled on the bed, Jungkook’s chest rising and falling against Taehyung’s back.
Taehyung smiles faintly, drifting to sleep in his arms, not knowing that part of Jungkook’s heart is somewhere else.
Chapter 3°
The morning sun crept slowly into the room, spilling gold across the sheets.
For the first time in weeks, Jungkook had stayed home, still wrapped around Taehyung when the alarm went off.
Jeon Taehyung
*Half-asleep, whispering into Jungkook’s chest*
You’re still here
Jeon Jungkook
*Smiling, kissing his forehead*
I told you I’m not going anywhere today. Cancelled my meetings. You’re stuck with me.
A soft knock on the bedroom door breaks the quiet.
Jeon Kim Jung
Daddy? Papa? Are you awake?
Taehyung smiles sleepily.
Kim Jung, their three-year-old, pushes the door open, clutching his stuffed bunny. His hair sticks up in every direction.
Jeon Taehyung
Come here, baby.
Kim Jung scrambles up onto the bed, collapsing on top of them. Jungkook laughs, hugging both tight
Jeon Kim Jung
Papa, Daddy said he would make pancakes. Pancakes with chocolate
Jeon Jungkook
And I keep my promises. Let’s go
In the Kitchen
For the first time in a long while, the house smells like breakfast instead of silence.
Jungkook stands at the counter in a white t-shirt, flipping pancakes with one hand while Kim Jung sits on the counter, kicking his small feet and giggling.
Taehyung sets the table, leaning on his elbow as he watches them with a soft smile.
Jeon Taehyung
You’re spoiling him. Three chocolates per pancake?
Jeon Jungkook
“If I can spoil the two of you, I will. That’s the point of working this hard, isn’t it?
Jeon Kim Jung
Daddy, Papa makes pancakes better
Jeon Jungkook
*gasped dramatically**Traitor
Jeon Jungkook
Just wait until you taste these. You’ll eat your words.
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