Again, My Husband Obsession Nights That Forgive

The rain had stopped by evening, leaving the city washed and quiet.

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

(Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed, still in his work clothes, staring at nothing)

The apartment was too silent without Taehyung’s voice, usually a melody of complaints, laughter, and random trivia about cameras he found online.

Jk is Cardiothoracic surgeon, brilliant, disciplined, and adored by patients.

But he just adores his baby wife Jeon Taehyung, he always manages time for him.

Calm in public, a storm in private.

To the world, he’s polite, reserved, controlled.

To Taehyung, he’s quietly obsessed, attentive to every mood shift, every sigh, every risk.

He treats love like devotion, almost holy.

When the door finally clicked open.

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

(Jungkook didn’t look up)

Because he knows that his wife is here with that pheromone as tae is marked omega by his Alpha husband.

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

(Taehyung stood there in the soft light, damp hair clinging to his forehead, a paper bag of takeout in his hand like an offering)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

(His expression was hesitant, a mix of guilt and stubborn pride)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

You didn’t eat dinner, did you? (Tae asked quietly)

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

(Jungkook shook his head, still not meeting his eyes)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

I brought noodles.. (Tae said, stepping closer, trying for lightness)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

Your favorite. Well, second favorite.

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

I’m still your first, right? (making a cute face)

That earned a weak breath of a laugh.

Jungkook’s shoulders softened just a little.

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

(Taehyung set the bag down, then crawled onto the bed, kneeling behind Jungkook)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

(He wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist, rested his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder, and whispered)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

I’m sorry.. (says lowly)

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

(Jungkook finally turned his head)

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

For what?

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

For saying things like you were choking me.. (Tae murmured)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

You weren’t. I just got scared. I was so excited about Paris I didn’t think how it might sound to you.

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

I didn’t think about what it might feel like from your side.. (says sadly)

Tae hates it when he has a fight with his husband who asks him nothing in return, who loves him more than anything.

Tae is a Photographer, famous for capturing emotion like a thief steals jewels.

He is Warm, teasing, and emotionally loud.

He’s sunshine mixed with sudden thunderstorms.

To Jungkook, he’s everything.. fragile, wild, precious, infuriating, irresistible.

Though modern, Tae likes calling himself Jungkook’s wife jokingly.. a little dramatic, a little sincere.

It’s their private joke, their soft claim to each other.

He teases, “You married me because no one else could handle me,” and Jungkook never denies it.

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

(Jungkook sighed, leaning back slightly into Tae’s hold)

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

I’m the one who’s sorry. I keep holding you like if I let go, the world will take you.

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

Sometimes I forget you need room to fly.

It's not like Jk stops him or denies his wife’s any wish, it's just sometimes he is scared for him.

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

(Taehyung smiled against his neck)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

So… we’re both idiots in love? 😎

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

Apparently~ (Jungkook said, finally looking at him.. really looking)

And there it was again.. the same ache he carried from the first moment he fell in love, the same fragile, unstoppable gravity that pulled him into Taehyung’s orbit and never let him out.

In quiet moments like this, Jungkook often thought of the people who made their story possible.. not gods or destiny, but the little web of lives around them.

Jimin, Tae’s best friend since forever, who’d thrown a punch at Jungkook the first time he saw him make Tae cry.

Yoongi, the hyung who taught Jungkook how to keep his hands steady in surgery while his heart was breaking at home.

Seokjin and Namjoon, their model of a love that laughed at everything.

All of them threads that wove this strange, messy, beautiful marriage together.

And at the center of it all, always, was Kim Taehyung, Jungkook’s wife, not in the traditional sense, not in the fragile sense, but in the truest sense.

The person he chose to hold above all else, the one who turned a quiet, disciplined man into someone willing to set the sky on fire if it meant keeping him safe.

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

(Taehyung tilted his head, eyes mischievous now)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

You know.. (he teased softly)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

Most couples would just talk this out. But I’m thinking we’re more of a… hands-on type of reconciliation. 😏

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

(Jungkook raised an eyebrow, heat rising where sadness had sat all day)

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

Are you trying to $educe me as an apology?

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

Not trying.. Honey~ (Tae said, lips brushing Jungkook’s jaw)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

Doing it~ 😏

The kiss started playful.. a gentle press, a silent promise that the fight was over but it deepened quickly, hunger blooming where guilt had lived.

Jungkook’s hand cupped Tae’s face like it was something precious, fragile, irreplaceable.

Tae pulled him closer, laughter breaking into soft môans as warmth replaced the ache between them.

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

I love you~ (Tae whispered against his lips, eyes half-lidded, voice raw with honesty)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

Even when I’m stupid. Even when I make you crazy. I love you~ My Bunny~ (Muah)

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

(Jungkook rested his forehead against Tae’s, breath uneven)

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

And I love you~ (he murmured)

Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)

Even when I’m scared. Even when I don’t know how to hold you without holding too tight. (Give a bite on Tae’s collarbone)

Jeon Taehyung (Omega)

Ahhh~ (môaned)

The night stretched soft and slow after that.. apology turned to tenderness, teasing into touch, the kind of lôve-m@king that felt less like desire and more like worship, like both of them were afraid to stop touching in case the world changed again while they slept.

By the time the city lights outside had blurred into a quiet haze, the argument was nothing but a shadow replaced by the sound of two hearts beating in the same rhythm.

Promising silently what words never could.. no matter the cracks, no matter the fear, they would find each other in the dark..

To be continued…