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Jungkook bit his lower lip while twirling the ladle in the pan. However, his attention wasn't concentrated on the food in front of him as his thoughts were divided into too many things. Three weeks have passed and Jungkook has worked hard to turn this apartment into their home once again. His eyes traveled from the closed door to the hanging coats on the arches of the left wall, he needed to wash them too. 

It's not an easy task to indulge into something that he once ruined with his own hands, the guilt was still heavy in his chest but as the reason for his wrongs vanished, his guilt has found a passage to dribble through the self-assurance of his husband. 

His husband. 

His lower lips jutted out super unconsciously as he pouted deeply immersed in the thoughts of his husband. His husband who still hasn't forgiven him from his heart. He can see Taehyung’s partial sulkiness in the way he hammered the screws in the wall while he holds the paintings to hang, in the way he eats bell peppers without flicking or scrunching his nose in distaste, in the way he calls him by baby but didn't meet his eyes at all, in the way he doesn't pick and taunt on his cooking anymore. 

So he knows that Taehyung still hasn't forgotten what he has made him go through in seven months. An absolute torture. Jungkook gulped when his eyes swelled up again for the umpteenth time of the day. 

Those seven months weren't easy for him too but at least he had an excuse, had a purpose to go through the things he was bringing in their relationship. He knew that those things weren't true but for Taehyung, he lived those things while witnessing and believing all the lies Jungkook had forced upon him. 

For Jungkook, His husband was surely stronger than him. If for one moment… he thinks to switch positions and takes the place of his husband. He doesn't think he can handle the rejections and the displays of affection with some other male as sanely as his husband did. 

He is weak like that. He knows but right now he is unable to turn the wheel of time upside down, he can't bring that time back and pick another pair of wise choices that he would like to replace or create in the past. 

So he has decided to accept everything that comes in front of him. He will face the odd silence of his husband, it's not that his husband ignores him.. No. He just doesn't indulge with him the way he likes to do before…before he went and fucked up everything with his big brain.

Maybe they both needed time before they found a moment of constant where their hearts align in one beat and everything starts all over once again. Nowadays though, Jungkook’s need of time has crossed it's limit and reached upto three negative points but what is there that he could possibly do and still wouldn't look like a needy bitçh in heat? 

Nothing. He can do absolutely nothing.

It's not like Taehyung doesn't kiss him now. He does. But the kisses lacked the roughness and sloppiness Taehyung used to give him before. He knows he shouldn't compare the affection of his husband like that but fuçk him he can't help himself anymore! 

He wants to cry and scream loudly when Taehyung plants such parrot-picking and fish-dying kisses on his lips like it's too burdensome to move his lips or God forbid, use his tongue at all. But Jungkook accepts everything, and grabs little pickles of affection like the hungry dog he is. 

Jungkook sighed loudly and relaxed his shoulders when his focus returned to the pan. He added the last batch of pasta for lunch and made a note to visit the grocery store while walking back from his husband’s garage. 

He was glad that Taehyung continued his mechanical shop after returning to Seoul as he had left his company. He talked with his husband about wanting to take leave for some undecided time, as usual Taehyung didn't say much and agreed with him.

Jungkook packed the lunch and went to his room to change his clothes and wear something good for his husband. Although he knows that his clothes wouldn't appeal much to his husband’s attention, he can't just sit still without trying to break apart Taehyung’s pledged celibacy.

He took out a pair of blue baggy pants and a black loose t-shirt of his husband. He wore them quickly and stood in front of the mirror, his tongue twisted and flicked his upper lip when he didn't like his look at all. He removed the t-shirt and went to the closet again. This time he pulled out a black tank top that only reached down to the belt of his baggy pants. 

The tight top graced his baggy pants when he looked at himself in the mirror. But the problem occurred when he raised his hands towards his hair and the top shrunk around his ribs. 

He hurriedly took out a checkered shirt of his husband and wore it above his top, leaving the buttons open from the middle. He liked his final look and quickly tossed his hair into a messy man bun after winking towards the mirror. 

He left the home but not before grabbing the keys of his motorbike. He locked the door behind and snatched away the dangling helmet from one hand of the bike, replacing it with the lunch box and got on it. 

The Harley roared when the engine turned on and Jungkook started his ride on the road. His mind was having images of the past days when his husband had given him a few things, some recipe books that Jungkook demanded in his low voice in the depth of nights, some sweets that cures Jungkook’s headache whenever his brain starts acting up and and… and he fixed his Harley which was stacked back in their garage for the past seven months. 

Jungkook was happy and even felt overwhelmed at the attention his husband pays towards him so he won't get discouraged by his sad and depressed thoughts. He won't. He will just spare himself and focus only on the important things in his life. 

Right now, the most important thing is to get a bit of praise from his husband because he has done all of his chores of the day and he wants nothing else but to see his husband and his sweet smile. The smile which he had tried to snatch away. 

Sigh.

Jungkook groaned and turned his wrist to raise the race, concentrating on the sound of his bike rather than his bugging thoughts. 

The region of his husband’s shop was located in the open grounds of Seoul, far from bunched-up colonies and star-struck crowds of the city. Most of the customers know about this shop due to its specialties and excellent guarantees in mechanical work, so they don't think much about the half hour drive it takes from the city. 

And Jungkook liked it this way too. Maybe they need that peace where he can heal himself without completing the responses and looks of the others. He had become accustomed to his new routine. He wakes up early with his husband and then both of them enjoy a nice walk around the meadows of the farmer's land, once they return Taehyung went for the shower while Jk went to the kitchen to make breakfast for them. 

Later Jungkook prepares fresh lunch and drives to his husband’s shop and both of them return together from work. Taehyung always makes dinner, just like their old tradition and then they have a walk on the terrace. Everything is going smooth just… just a bit of awkward moments here and there. But they will fall back in their right space soon, Jungkook knows. 

He parked his bike after entering the wide gates of the garage and got off with a lunch bag on his back. He smiled at the workers, some of them are new to the shop and smiled back while the ones who knew about the little mishap in their lives, gave mixed waves. It's not something new and Jungkook…sigh… 

..is becoming habitual. 

He waved enthusiastically when he saw Yoongi spraying a white paint on a car, “Hyung come, I brought lunch for us.” 

“Give me five minutes and I will be in the diner soon.” Yoongi smiled back at Jungkook and moved his head towards a black car, “He is fixing some breaks of the car.”

Jungkook scrunched his nose in a thankful way and beelined to his husband. Taehyung was lying beneath a car, hands holding a wrench to unscrew a bolt, and a pair of pliers lying beside his head.

Jungkook knocked on the car’s bonnet and as expected his husband slid out after a moment. A big smile bloomed on his face when he saw a block of carbon smeared on his perfect jaw. 

“My beloved mechanic, your lunch is here.” He said while crouching down beside his husband.

“Can I fix these breaks first or it's not allowed?” His voice was hushed, Jungkook noticed the playful stretch of his husband’s lips. 

“Not allowed. Follow me to the diner.” Jungkook rolled his eyes and smiled bashfully when Taehyung skated his body away from the car and sat on the ground. Jungkook gave him a hand and both of them went to the small diner, placed at the back of the garage where usually workers rest in between shifts.

Taehyung washed his hands while Jungkook set the lunch on the middle bench. Yoongi joined them soon and all of them started to eat, “The fried rice is awesome.” Yoongi grumbled with a full mouth. 

Jungkook was getting better at cooking and he wiggled his eyebrows at husband who was eating the food silently. His lips scowled in amusement when he saw Taehyung eating beans as well. His husband, for the love of planet Earth, hates beans.

Everyone knows that. 

Taehyung nodded his head towards his waiting husband and continued to eat food, “So what's the plan for today?” He asked. 

“Nothing much. We only need to visit the grocery store on our way back.” 

Yoongi mumbled a denial, “You don't have to worry about it, I'm going to the grocery store with Jimin tomorrow. Let me know what to buy and we will drop your groceries as well.” 

The couple hummed in unison and that's when a ruckus heard from outside, “I'll be back,” Before anyone could react, Taehyung was out of the diner.

Yoongi had noticed the behavior of his brother towards Jungkook. But he can't possibly say something in between a couple who had just gotten out from a deadly trap. Both of them had their own fears to heal from, although being older comes with perks of giving advice. 

So when he saw the mute sadness in Jungkook’s eyes while the younger played with the rice on his plate, he decided to say, “ He is trying as well. Trust me.”

Jungkook looked at Yoongi and his hyung continued, “ He has fears of his own and I know you are giving each other time to heal from the hurt you've caused each other. But giving time doesn't mean you have to be stuck in one moment. You can move forward with different opinions, and share your beliefs and sentiments on each other’s feelings. Silence is not an answer for silence.” 

Jungkook picked the skin of his lower lip with his teeth, his eyes welling up as he tried to blink them severely, “I can't push him, Hyung.”

“You can't or you shouldn't?”

“I shouldn't.”

“It means you can push him. And as his brother, I advise you to do that because that idiot thinks that if he even tries to speak a thing that doesn't fall in your interest, you may leave him again.” 

Jungkook’s eyes were wide with shock, “What? I would never-”

“I know. But he had lived those seven months with the thoughts you have planted in his mind. Thoughts that say how you weren't comfortable with his lifestyle, with his tantrums, with his nature, with his poverty and other things.”

With each word, Jungkook’s eyes were giving up the control to hold back the tears, “I didn't mean any of that. Hyung, I love him so much. That time, I wasn't in the right state of mind, things were happening around me and I wasn't able to control them. I was so scared to lose him, I can't lose him, hyung.” 

Yoongi picked up the napkin and passed it to Jungkook, “We all know about that after you explained everything to us. But Taehyung had faced these words for all his life and when you came and hurt him with these exact words, he believed them, Jungkook.”

“How can he believe something so unnatural? Can't he see how lovable he is?”

“Maybe you should show him. He loves you. He believed those words because you said them. I'm sure that if you encourage a different narrative for him, he will believe that too. All in all… he only has you as his person, his husband and he has given you the liberty of his heart. So if you had the power of breaking his heart then have some strength to put it back together.” 

Jungkook wiped his tears as his lips…once again jutted out. He can't control his emotions nowadays, it's as if he is filled with fluid and he is drowning everything around him. He nodded his head, he understood what Yoongi was trying to say. 

He needs to have a man to man conversation with his husband where he can point out what they are doing wrong and how embarrassed he is… for everything. 

Before his head starts throbbing with pain, Jungkook stood up from his seat, “I’ll be back.” Yoongi didn't mind as the younger bolted towards the washroom. 

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Jungkook was sitting on the bonnet of the black Chevrolet SUV which was parked right in front of the white Hyundai where his husband was working. His legs were swinging back and forth while his eyes were stuck on his husband’s back. 

After helping Yoongi with the paint, yes, he doesn't just stare at his husband after stepping inside the garage. He is learning how to be useful as well. He balanced the chart sheet of the month and sent an early check up of pending amounts to the customers.

 It was closing time when the garage started to get emptied one by one. Yoongi came to him to say goodbye and that's when Jungkook came out to sit after closing the laptop in the reception room. 

He was looking down at his shoes, shoulders bunched up and his head supporting a mild headache. He forgot his medicine at home, as fuçking careless person as he is. 

Although he wasn't ready for the pull when his husband grabbed his knees and tugged him forward. Taehyung was standing in between his legs, breathing close to his face. He was noticing the sulkiness of Jungkook since he came to the shop and eyeing that mild pout his lips were blessing him with. 

He kissed that pout and asked, “Stop the horses of your head, what were you thinking all day?” 

However, if someone asks Jungkook, It wasn't a kiss. It was a bloody parrot pick  peck. He was thinking of many things, many ways he can approach the talk with his husband while keeping the advice of his hyung in his mind. He could say many things, about the fear of his heart, their fear, their sadness.

The communication. 

“I don't think I love you anymore,” but that's what his mouth chooses to utter. Eyes turned much harder as he matched the intensity of his husband’s gaze.

Taehyung’s hands lost the grip around Jungkook’s knees but before he could pull away Jungkook grabbed the collars of his husband’s top and yanked him closer, “Why? Now you believe my words? What happened to all the confessions that I was doing every fuçking night?!! I have said I didn't mean those words that I had to say to hurt you, I have confessed my entire plan was to hurt you with my words so that you could leave for a safe place. It was all my fault then why don't you believe me? Why are you still being this… this awkward around me? Do I have two thorns on my head? Am I looking like some strange creature to you? What is the problem?? Tell me.” 

Taehyung looked at Jungkook, trying his best to see what he was missing, “Are you having a headache? We can go home. Let me,” He stepped forward, closing the distance between their lips but Jungkook turned his face away.

“Plant one more pick peck on my lips and I swear to God I will burn your shop!” Jungkook was seething in anger but Taehyung wasn't having any of it.

“Why don't you like my kisses now?” 

“How can you even… oh God! How can you even call them kisses?! It's like a bird picking my skin, stop it!”

“Of course you would feel like that. Probably missing the kiss of your ex-crush. Don't you?” Taehyung said with such a suggestive look that Jungkook’s anger knew no limit. 

That was a low blow, Taehyung knows. But it was something that he wanted to feel petty about. And how could he not when his own husband had the audacity to kiss not any ugly random guy on the street but his rich ex crush from college. Taehyung hates that asshôle with a burning passion. 

Jungkook pushed him back with all his might, letting his husband stumble back on his feet, “Fuçk you! How could you think-” 

He wiggled forward on his butt and slid down from the bonnet before standing on his feet, “You know what? Yes, I'm missing that kiss and I probably should ask for another one. At least he knows better how to-”

His throat got caught in a tight hold making him choke on his own words, his back slammed against the flat bonnet of the car and for a moment Jungkook's eyes saw white when he felt hungry lips on his own, moving roughly against his parted ones.

Jungkook gasped when the tongue penetrated his lips and collided against the roof of his mouth. The suction around his lower lip was harsh, teeth digging down into the soft flesh. A low mewl crawled out of his choked vocal cords but nothing pulled Taehyung away from him. 

The grip around his throat was grounding, holding Jungkook in one position and providing only enough air to breathe. Jungkook’s fingers left marks on Taehyung’s wrists where he was holding onto his husband. 

The hot tongue swiped the saliva against his own and slammed the liquid towards the back of his throat. Jungkook tried to gulp it down, way too hungry to hold back but the grip around his throat wasn't just letting him do that. 

He moaned in misery and Taehyung moved his thumb enough to let the pool of saliva drip down the windpipe. Jungkook pulled his husband closer and kissed him back roughly, latching on the plush upper lip till he heard the groan of his husband. 

He knew it. His husband is as hungry as him. He parted his mouth and forced his tongue in his husband’s mouth, submerging over the other tongue. They rubbed well together, creating a rhythm of smacking the muscle before drinking the nectar of their love.

Taehyung pulled away when Jungkook started gasping in the kiss, he moved his face when Jungkook trailed right back towards his lips, still ready to mold their mouths together.

“Say that again and I will bury you right down here. Don't test my patience, Jungkook.”  

Jungkook stared at his husband with watery eyes, bearing too much pressure on his throat, “ Please…” He choked on his words, not able to form any words at all. 

Taehyung loosened up his hold a bit and the plea rushed through Jungkook’s heart, “Please kiss me. Please please please, I can't I'm sorry please, please just”

Those lips were moving over his mouth once again, silencing him in between his sentences and nourishing the plea right away. Taehyung felt the thrill in his veins with each brush of their tongues and slow movements of Jungkook’s hips weren't subtle at all. 

He holds his waist down with the other hand, letting his greasy fingers ruin the pale skin of his husband. He felt teeth around his upper lip as Jungkook began to suck with an open mouth. Both of them were pushing each other to the edge of losing control. 

But Taehyng won't fall for any easy tangle this time. He will punish his husband slowly but surely, he will punish him till he sees those thighs vibrate under him. He will make him cry, the only difference would be the cause behind his tears. 

And what could be more punishable than leaving his husband with a noticeable bulge in his baggy pants? Taehyung pulled away from the kiss and stood a bit away from the car, his one hand hovering over his lips, “ Start the bike, I'll close the garage.” 

Jungkook kept lying down, catching his breaths with open mouth to inhale as much air as he could. He focused back on the ground and dragged himself towards the gates, they should leave soon. The sooner they went home, the sooner his misery would end. 

Or starts. But he doesn't have to know just yet. 

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