My Cold Consort |TAEKOOK|

★彡 Panic Attack 彡★

Kook POV:

I have to go back home because I left the file.
How dumb I am...

Today I'm gonna finalize the models of my sweetheart's hard work.
I'm guilty that I took her hard work but I will make it up to her.

I rang the bell because it was closed from the inside and I had been waiting for Tae for the past 5 minutes.

But there came a loud bang.
What the heck?

Did something happen to Tae?

I ran to the car to take my keys and went in to see the worst I wanted to see.

Tae was crying. Moving away from something.

I ran towards her.

I called her softly.

Kook: Tae
she was still moving away from something but it was her mobile.
Let me take care of that Sh*t later but I need to make her calm.

Kook: Tae. Look sweetheart I am Jungkook.
She is still hiding her face in her hands scooting to the corner of the table.

Kook: Baby Look it is me hun look at me see I'm your husband ma Your Jungkook-shi.

She shook her head still crying.

Ah.
Whoever made her cry like this I am gonna rot them alive in my hell first.

Kook: Baby. Sweetheart.

I slowly went towards her and gently touched her hand.

She flinched at first but calmed down when I again started to call her sweetheart.

She peeked out from her hands and looked at me with bloodshot watery eyes, a nose so red, and lips wobbling while tears were running down her cheeks.

I pulled her into a hug while she hid her face in my neck and hugged me back. Her breathing is not normal she has been breathing heavily.

Tae: J-Jung-koo-k-shi
She started to cry in my arms more.

Kook: It's okay bub. I'm there. Nothing is going to happen to you.

Kook: I'm here. Breathe for me, honey.
Inhale yeah just like that exhale
Inhale and exhale
You are doing great sweetheart.

Continued to say some sweet nothings to ease her down and kissed the top of her head.

I hugged her so tightly, if I lost my grip she might go away from me.

Soon her grip on my shirt loosened, and her breath came out steadily.

I realized she was sleeping on my chest.
Her cheeks pressed forming a pout.

I took her to my room in my arms.

And laid her on the bed and was about to go from the room to call Hobi Hyung but this pouty bear was clutching onto my shirt's sleeve.

I sat beside her covering with a comforter and took out my mobile to text Hobi Hyung.

But there are already some messages from his contact.

Hobi Hyung: Kook where are you?

Hobi Hyung: How much is it going to take?

Hobi Hyung: Did anything happen shall I come home?

Kook: No hyung something came up.
Hyung Can you please look after today's presentations and finalize the products?