Taehyung's pov

Thunder rolled, and the clouds hung low and heavy overhead. I turned my chair, gazing outside into the darkened skies of the late afternoon. Grimacing, I rubbed the back of my neck, recognizing the telltale signs of a headache. They were rare, but I knew the beginnings of them well-the unexpected storm the determining factor.

The office was calm that afternoon, the usual hum of activity absent.

Yoongi hyung had left on a last-minute business trip, Hobi hyung was with clients, and Jisso and Jennie were out of the office. Appa and papa were away for a surprise weekend with the other seniors Mr&Mrs. Min,Jung and Wang , and the rest of the staff was busy within their own spaces.

With a sigh, I realized I was acclimatizing myself in other ways. Before Jungkook, I worked late nights, attended many business dinners, and dated a lot of women and men. When I was at the condo, I used the gym, watched the occasional TV program, and entered the kitchen only to grab a coffee or a plate for the evening's takeout dinner. Otherwise, I spent the time in the den working or reading. Seldom did I have company; and it was rare I brought a woman or man home. My condo was my private space. If needed, either we went to her or his place, or I rented a hotel room. The rare time my relationships lasted longer than a few dates, I invited them over for dinner, but they went home at the end of the evening, and they never made it up the staircase.

Now, business dinners I attended, Jungkook was on my arm, and the table filled with my colleagues, their spouses, and of course, my family.

One such dinner, I'd looked up, meeting the frosty glare of Him-Chan across the room.

I knew he had heard of my marriage, and my name was not to be spoken in the hallowed halls of Choi INC. the new industry he had joined in . I found his anger entertaining. I tightened my hand on Jungkook's shoulder, causing him to look up at me.

"What?" he whispered.

"Chan" I muttered.

He stole a glance his way, turning toward me. "I think I need a kiss now."

"You read my mind."

With a wicked smile, I lowered my head. His fingers threaded into the back of my hair as he tugged me close, pressing his mouth to mine. It was hard, deep, and far too short; enough to anger Chan even further, but not embarrass me or my fam. When we broke apart, Jimin was giggling, and Chan was headed for the exit. I dropped another kiss on Jungkook's lips.

"Well done."

Most evenings, I ate dinner with Jungkook and found myself talking about my day, sharing my projects with him, wanting to hear his thoughts. He knew me better than anyone at the office, and often he came up with a word or a concept I hadn't considered. Instead of sitting in the den, I often brought my laptop into the living room, working while he watched TV or read. I found I liked his quiet company.

we once had dinner at my parents home and Twice, we had Yoongi hyung, hobi hyung and Jimin over for dinner, using the new table that now resided in the once empty space. I discovered a very competitive side to him when Jimin announced he'd brought some board games over for after dinner. I'd rolled my eyes at the thought of game night yet found myself enjoying the camaraderie of it.

I'd now had four "dates" with Imo while Jungkook went to yoga. She was surprised to see me show up the first Tuesday, but once I flashed the rich chocolate-covered cherries Jungkook told me she loved, I was welcome. we both enjoyed the music before going back to her room for tea and a chat. I liked listening to her talk and hearing the memories she liked to share with me.

The past Tuesday had been a classical group, but she was fitful and anxious, and far more forgetful. Partway through, I took her back to her room, hoping the familiar surroundings would comfort her. She calmed some, but still seemed upset. When I hunted down the caretaker, she told me that had been happening a great deal more often and usually Jungkook could soothe imo best. I called him, and he came to the home, leaving his yoga class right away. When he arrived, Imo was asleep in her chair, waking up when she heard Jungkookie's voice.

"Oh, my Kookie! I was looking for you!"

"I'm right here, Imo. Taehyungshii called me."

"Who?"

"Taehyung."

I peered around Jungkook. "Hello."

She frowned. "Do I know you?"

I felt a small fissure in my heart open, but I held out my hand. "I'm a friend of Jungkook's."

"Oh. It's nice to meet you. I want some time with my baby if you'd excuse us."

I stood up. "Of course."

Jungkook smiled sadly. "I'll see you soon."

Even though I knew it was part of the disease, it bothered me to the point I went to see Imo the next day. I picked up a bunch of her favorite flowers-daisies-and presented them to her with a bow. Her dark eyes twinkled in her chubby cheeks and she let me kiss the downy skin.

"I see why my Kookie is so taken with you, Taetae."

"Is he now? Well, I am a charmer." I smirked down at her, relieved.

She pursed her lips. "I think there is more there than that."

Ignoring her words, I stayed until she fell asleep. I left somewhat calmer. I could imagine if it upset me when she didn't know my face, how much it must affect Jungkook.

It struck me odd I should be worried about that. Nevertheless, I was.

I decided I needed to start tagging along for more visits with Jungkook, as well as going to some on my own.

I turned back to the file in front of me.I rubbed my temple,wishing I could concentrate more. When I spoke with appa on the phone earlier, He had told me to cut out early knowing the issues of my headaches whenever there was stormy weather, and I closed the file, shutting down my laptop. Maybe I would take him up on his offer. I could go home and see what changes had occurred today-see what my wife was up to.

My wife.

Kook!.

Between our talks, imo, yoga, paint chips, dinners and games, we had become . . . allies. I knew my tongue wasn't as sharp as before. What before was nasty, now became teasing. I liked hearing him laugh. I looked forward to sharing my day with him.I found myself wanting to be affectionate with him. It felt natural to hold his hand, drop a kiss to his brow, or brush a caress over his lips-and not always when we were in public. he often pressed a kiss to my head when heading upstairs, and there were times I slipped my arms around him for a hug or dragged my lips over his soft cheek in thanks for dinner or to say goodnight. They were actions without thought-all simply a part of being with him now.

Maybe tonight, I'd surprise him. Offer to take him out if he wanted.

Afterward, I could relax, he could watch one of the shows he liked, or we could watch a movie. Maybe a quiet night would help ease my head.

I'd ask him what he wanted.

I still liked seeing the surprise and confusion cross his face when I offered him the choice.

To be continued........

is this observation of Taehyung indicating the blooming of some unknown feelings???