?^_^?BABY?

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✨his Angel🦋

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Jimin, confused, furrowed his brows and he followed Tae’s stare, finally looking at the man in the living room clearly.

And gasped loudly.

“You... You’re... inside?!” he shouted, realizing he never shut the door and that so-called ‘mobster’ had entered already.

But Taehyung didn’t react to Jimin’s panic anymore. His eyes were fixed, locked onto one person only.

The person who called him angel after all these years with his cute voice.

“Baby?” Taehyung whispered, voice trembling as his heart pounded wildly. Tears welled up in his eyes, ready to fall.

Jungkook nodded slowly, his own eyes filled with unshed tears. He took one shaky step forward.

Jimin stood frozen, his eyes wide and blinking fast, confused and overwhelmed.

Taehyung stepped away from Jimin’s now loose hold, his hands lifting slowly toward Jungkook like they always used to, gentle, warm, welcoming.

Jungkook’s sobs broke free as he rushed into Taehyung’s warm arms, burying himself into his crook, into his safe place… his home.

Taehyung’s arms wrapped around him tightly, holding him soo close, cradling him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

Tears ran down Taehyung’s cheeks as he whispered, “You’re here… you really came back.” His hand stroked through Jungkook’s hair slowly, the other rubbing his back in soothing circles.

“You’re okay now. Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry… shu everything is fine.”

Jungkook’s strong, muscled body seemed to melt in his Taehyung’s arms, like no matter how big he had grown, he would always fit perfectly in this embrace. Like a little boy finding his way back to his home.

Jim just stood there, dumbfounded, looking between them with mouth open, completely lost.

But for the Taehyung and Jungkook, nothing else existed in that moment.

Just two souls, finally reunited.

Taehyung's arms stayed wrapped tightly around Jungkook, his fingers gently running over the back of his now much broader shoulders. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt the difference… yet the same warmth.

He pulled back just a little, just enough to look at his baby, really look at him.

Jungkook’s features had matured, sharp jawline, a hunk like frame, tattoos decorating his arms, and that voice, deeper, rougher now, but still dripping in the same sweetness and cuteness when he softly whispered,

“Hyung…”

Taehyung smiled through his tears, brushing Jungkook’s damp silk hair away from his forehead and wiped his tears.

“You’re not little anymore…” he mumbled, half in awe, half in disbelief.

“Oh my you become taller than me, stronger too, your face… it’s more defined. And your rough voice,” he chuckled softly, “you sound like a man now.”

Jungkook looked down shyly, eyes still glossy. “But I’m still your baby, right?” he asked in that husky tone, with a little pout only Taehyung could spot behind the new muscles and sharp gaze.

Taehyung laughed gently, his thumb caressing Jungkook’s cheek gently.
“You’ll always be my baby. My cute baby bunny. My boba ball.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft smile. His eyes sparkled again, just like before, just like the little boy who once hid behind Taehyung whenever he was scared or want something.