Taekook ?? "UNEXPECTED LOVE"

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh. "Seriously, why does he insist on calling? Has he no shred of pride? That's the twentieth time this week." He abruptly ended the call, his frustration evident. Hoseok slid into the seat beside him, a comforting hand resting on Jungkook's shoulder. "Hey, Jungkookie, what's got you so down? Aren't you supposed to be floating on cloud nine, being in a relationship and all?"

Jungkook replied, a touch of shyness in his voice, "Yeah, hyung. It's just this guy... he won't leave me alone."
"What? Someone dares to bother our maknae? Tell me his name, I'll mince his brain into tiny pieces." Hoseok mimed chopping motions, a playful glint in his eyes.

Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle. "No, hyung, no chopping required. I can handle it." Yoongi strolled in, distributing sweets, and inquired, "Having a fun without me, are we?"

"No way, hyung."

"Hey, hyung, I dropped by your place last week."

"Oh, you did? My noona didn't mention it." Jungkook asked tentatively, "Hyung, is she alright? I mean..."

"Spit it out, Jungkook. You can say whatever's on your mind."

"Well, I was just wondering if she might be going through something. Maybe she needs you around more."

"You're right. I should head home today." Hoseok cut in, "Guys, any plans for tomorrow? We've all been running on fumes lately."

"Sorry, hyung. You two go ahead. I'm having dinner with Noona."

"Still calling her Noona? When are you going to switch to her name?"

"It's just a habit, I guess. I'm not used to it." Hoseok affectionately ruffled Jungkook's hair. "Our Jungkookie is so adorable. Have a good time, kid."

***

Min Yoongi returned home after a busy weekend to find his wife sleeping peacefully on the bed, wearing a sexy black nightie. He smiled lovingly and stroked the strands of her silky black hair that lay across her face. He kissed her forehead gently and went to opened the closet door. He found his wife's sex toy hidden under her clothes. He took it out and sniffed it, realizing she'd been using it recently, behind his back. He felt a twinge of disappointment, knowing his busy schedule was a factor. But he smoothed out his frown and quickly went to take a bath.

He tossed a condom packet onto the side table, the crinkling sound a stark punctuation in the dimly lit room. A sharp, almost metallic scent of pheromone fragrance hung in the air, thickening the already oppressive atmosphere. He donned his night suit, the fabric a flimsy barrier against the rising tension, and hopped onto the bed, his movements stiff and deliberate. He curled against his wife, Hae-ina, whose back was a wall of silent resistance. She shifted, a subtle flinch, as he pressed against her. A wet, warm kiss landed on her nape, a violation rather than an endearment, sending a tremor of discomfort through her neck. His large, veiny hands, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a violation as they squeezed her left breast, the other nipple pinched with a sensual cruelty. He kneaded her flesh, his heavy breathing a disturbing counterpoint to her tense silence. "Hae-ina," he murmured, his voice a low growl near her ear, "have you fallen asleep? Wake up, honey. I missed you so much." His hands moved to her hips, caressing with a possessive urgency, sliding the fabric of her nightie upwards, exposing her panties. He gripped her buttocks, squeezing with a painful intensity, then trailed his touch down to her V-zone, pulling her roughly against his crotch. "Hae-ina," he groaned, his voice thick with lust, "you're so hot. Fuck... I'm blessed to have you." He rubbed his thick cock against her ass, a blatant display of his desire. "Ahhh, please look at me, I need you, babe."
But Hae-in recoiled, her body stiffening. She jerked away, her voice sharp with disgust. "Honey, let's do it later. I'm not in the mood."