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"Dad set me up on another dinner date," Jungkook said casually, staring up at the white ceiling.
Taehyung put the iron down and looked up, "Really? Who is it this time?" he questioned in amusement.
Jungkook shrugged, "Some rich third generation heiress with a great figure," he supplied as Taehyung scoffed and continued to iron Jungkook's shirt.
Jungkook knew that he should have been helping Taehyung out instead of lying in bed, but he'd had a really long day at work and had just finished fighting off the nastiest cold and he couldn't feel his feet and his body was all sore and achy; and he knew he was fortunate enough to have the best boyfriend in the world.
Besides, he did the ironing too...sometimes.
Taehyung chuckled, "Good luck," he said as he filled the iron up with more water.
"I tried getting out of it, but he wouldn't budge," Jungkook frowned, trying to offer some kind of justification to the blonde boy.
"You'd think he would have figured out we were together by now," Taehyung commented with a bemused smile on his face, and Jungkook wondered how Taehyung was even okay with the amount of dinner dates his boyfriend was forced to go on; Jungkook was always ready to kill anyone who even looked at Taehyung.
"He's too wrapped up in his own business world to care about what goes on in my life," the younger boy mumbled, eyes turning stormier as he gazed out of the window.
"Jungkook," Taehyung frowned, switching the iron off. He opened their shared wardrobe, and Jungkook watched as the blonde put the clothes onto hangers and hung them up orderly. It looked like a scene from the life of an ordinary married couple, and Jungkook smiled fondly at the thought.
Taehyung turned around once he closed the wardrobe doors, "Babe, don't worry about your father," he said reassuringly as he walked into the connected bathroom, and Jungkook almost didn't catch it because he was busy thinking about what doing domestic chores and gardening and going out grocery shopping with Taehyung would be like; it took him a second to realize that was exactly what they did now too.
Jungkook's blissful mood turned sour once more at the mention of his father, "He hasn't even realized we live together yet. It's been a good six months since you moved in, and he hasn't noticed, like what the ?" the younger boy cried out incredulously, "Sometimes I wonder if he even gives a about me," he muttered unhappily, unconsciously clenching his fists.
"Don't say that Jungkook," Taehyung chided from the bathroom.
Jungkook ran a frustrated hand through his hair, "No, seriously, he only looks at me to pick out faults in everything I do. 'Oh, you got another piercing? Stop now' or 'You went to the dance studio again? That's enough'. I'm so sick of it Tae," he said bitterly.
Taehyung came out with toothbrush in hand and stood in the bathroom entrance, leaning against the door frame, "His priority is his wo
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