( time skip 20 years )

The house was quieter than before, yet it held the warmth of years spent together. Y/N stood by the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring a cup of coffee as she watched the early morning sky turn from deep blue to the soft hues of dawn. The sound of footsteps caught her attention, and she turned to see Jungkook walking in, his hair slightly messy from sleep. Even at fifty, he still looked effortlessly handsome, though there were traces of time—faint lines around his eyes, a little silver in his dark hair.

"Morning, oppa," she greeted, offering him a small smile as she slid a cup toward him.

Jungkook grunted in response, still half-asleep, but he accepted the coffee and took a slow sip. "Did Junghoo come home last night?" His voice was husky with sleep, laced with the concern of a father who never stopped worrying about his kids.

Y/N sighed. "He did. Really late. You know how he is."

Jungsoo, their eldest, was the responsible one, always planning ahead, always making sure things were in order. Junghoo, on the other hand, had inherited not just Jungkook’s face but also his rebellious streak from his younger years. He was free-spirited, doing things on his own terms. He never got into real trouble, but he enjoyed pushing boundaries, something that drove Jungkook crazy.

"That kid," Jungkook muttered, shaking his head. "Where is he now?"

"Sleeping, of course."

Just then, the front door clicked open, and Jungsoo walked in, dressed in his usual smart-casual style, his hair neatly styled. At twenty-four, he was already making a name for himself in his field, much to Jungkook’s pride.

"You're up early," Y/N noted, surprised.

Jungsoo sighed as he dropped his bag on the couch. "Had a meeting, but it got canceled last minute." His gaze shifted to Jungkook. "Dad, you should talk to Junghoo. He's been skipping some of his classes again."

Jungkook set his cup down, rubbing his temples. "Again?"

"Yeah. And I heard from one of his friends that he’s been spending a lot of time at the boxing gym instead of attending lectures."

Y/N frowned, worry creeping into her heart. "He’s not in trouble, right?"

Jungsoo hesitated. "Not that I know of. But he’s... restless. I don’t think he knows what he really wants to do yet."

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, silent for a moment. Then he let out a deep breath. "I’ll talk to him."

Y/N glanced at him. "Don't be too hard on him."

Jungkook scoffed. "I know how to talk to my own son, woman."

She rolled her eyes at his tone, but she knew he meant well. Despite his occasional gruffness, Jungkook was a deeply loving father. He just didn’t always know how to express it in words.

Just then, a groggy voice interrupted them. "Why is everyone talking about me?"

Junghoo stood at the hallway entrance, his hair messy from sleep, wearing a loose hoodie and sweatpants. He stretched, his movements lazy but graceful, much like his father’s. His dark eyes, so much like Jungkook’s, flickered between them.

Jungkook stood up, crossing his arms. "Because you’re a pain in my ass, that’s why."

Junghoo smirked. "Good morning to you too, Dad."

Y/N bit back a smile as she watched the two mirror each other’s stance. Jungsoo just sighed, already used to their dynamic.

Jungkook exhaled, his voice softer this time. "Come outside. We need to talk."

Junghoo raised a brow but didn’t argue. "Fine."

As father and son stepped outside, Y/N and Jungsoo exchanged a glance.

"He'll be fine," Jungsoo reassured her.

Y/N nodded, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that their younger son was still searching for something—something even he didn’t understand yet. And knowing Jungkook, he wouldn’t rest until he helped him find it.

The morning air was crisp as Jungkook and Junghoo stepped outside onto the porch. The sun had fully risen now, casting a golden glow over their quiet neighborhood. Jungkook leaned against the railing, arms crossed, while Junghoo shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, waiting for whatever lecture was coming.

For a long moment, Jungkook just stared at his son, taking in the resemblance that was impossible to ignore. The sharp jawline, the dark, expressive eyes, even the way he held himself—Junghoo was him, through and through. Maybe that’s why they clashed so often.

"You skipping classes again?" Jungkook finally asked, his voice calm but firm.

Junghoo sighed, already knowing there was no point in lying. "Yeah."

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head. "You think that’s funny?"

"No, but I also don’t think it’s that big of a deal."

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. "It is a big deal. You worked hard to get into university, and now you’re throwing it away to mess around in a boxing gym?"

Junghoo’s expression darkened. "It’s not messing around."

"Then what is it?"

A muscle in Junghoo’s jaw twitched, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something. But instead, he just exhaled sharply and looked away.

Jungkook sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He could feel the frustration bubbling up, but he had learned—through years of parenting, through mistakes he had made with Jungsoo—that yelling wouldn’t get him anywhere.

"You don’t have to be me," Jungkook said after a long pause. "I know people compare you to me all the time. I know they expect you to be like me. But you’re not. And that’s okay."

Junghoo blinked, clearly caught off guard.

Jungkook continued, his voice softer now. "But whatever you do, you need to commit to it. You can’t just drift. If you don’t want to be in university, fine. But then figure out what you do want. Don't waste your time floating between things just because you’re scared to make a choice."

Junghoo looked down at his hands. "I don’t know what I want yet."

Jungkook sighed, then reached out, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. "Then take the time to figure it out. But be honest with yourself, Junghoo. Running away from something just because you’re unsure won’t help you find what you’re looking for."

Junghoo swallowed, his expression unreadable. But something in his eyes shifted—a quiet understanding, a flicker of emotion that told Jungkook he was listening.

After a moment, Junghoo nodded. "Okay."

Jungkook gave his shoulder a squeeze before stepping back. "Good. Now go inside before your mom makes me lecture you about eating breakfast too."

That finally earned a small smirk from Junghoo. "She already tried."

Jungkook chuckled as they headed back inside.

When they walked into the kitchen, Y/N was still at the counter, now making breakfast, while Jungsoo sat at the table, scrolling through his phone. Y/N glanced at them, eyes scanning for any lingering tension.

"Everything okay?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook grabbed an apple from the counter and took a bite. "Yeah."

Junghoo met her gaze and gave a small nod. "Yeah, we’re good."

Jungsoo let out a dramatic sigh. "Finally. Now maybe we can have one peaceful breakfast."

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, and Jungkook just smirked as he sat down, watching his family settle into the rhythm of another morning.

Things weren’t perfect. They never were.

But they were together. And that was enough.

( Time skip a year)

Jungkook’s voice echoed through the house, his anger barely contained. His fists clenched at his sides, and his jaw was tight as he stared at Jungsoo, who stood there with his head down, silent.

"You think this is a game, Jungsoo?!" Jungkook’s voice cracked with emotion, his eyes burning with frustration and grief. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!"

Jungsoo flinched but didn’t say anything. His face was pale, his eyes hollow. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His clothes were wrinkled, his hands trembling at his sides. He had lost her. The girl he loved. And now, he had a newborn daughter who needed him when he didn’t even know how to exist without breaking apart.

"I didn’t want this to happen," Jungsoo finally whispered, his voice raw.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. His anger wasn’t just at Jungsoo—it was at the unfairness of it all. The fact that his son, his firstborn, was now facing something so devastating. Something he wasn’t ready for.

Y/N stood a few steps away, arms wrapped around herself, watching the argument unfold with tears in her eyes. She had spent the past few days doing everything she could—comforting Jungsoo, taking care of the tiny baby who had entered their lives so suddenly, and mourning the girl who should have been here.

"You didn’t want this to happen?" Jungkook repeated, his voice lower now, but just as sharp. "That doesn’t change the fact that it did! She’s gone, Jungsoo. And now you have a daughter who needs you. What the hell are you going to do about that?"

Jungsoo’s breath hitched, and for the first time, his eyes lifted to meet his father’s. They were glassy, full of something fragile. Something breaking.

"I don’t know how to do this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know how to be a dad. I don’t even know how to live without her."

Jungkook’s chest ached at the sight of him—at the pain in his son’s voice, the devastation written all over his face. He knew that feeling. He had felt it before, years ago, when he was younger, when he thought he might lose Y/N. That kind of grief was cruel. It hollowed you out. And now, Jungsoo was drowning in it.

Jungkook took a shaky breath, his voice softer now. "You think I knew how to be a dad when you were born?"

Jungsoo blinked at him, caught off guard.

"I was terrified," Jungkook admitted. "I had no clue what I was doing. I made mistakes. A lot of them. But I figured it out. Because I had to. Because you were my son, and there was no other choice."

Jungsoo swallowed hard, his throat working against the emotions choking him.

Jungkook stepped closer, his eyes locked onto his son’s. "That little girl in there? She’s your daughter, Jungsoo. She doesn’t have anyone else. You don’t have the option of giving up."

Jungsoo’s hands clenched into fists. His breath was uneven, and his shoulders shook.

"I’m scared," he whispered, his voice breaking.

Jungkook exhaled. "I know." Then, without hesitation, he reached forward and pulled Jungsoo into a tight embrace.

For a second, Jungsoo didn’t move. He just stood there, stiff and trembling. But then, the dam broke. His hands clutched at his father’s back, and a sob tore from his throat. He shook violently, the weight of everything crashing down on him at once.

Jungkook held onto him, his own eyes burning. "You’re not alone in this," he murmured. "I promise you, we’ll figure this out together."

From the corner of the room, Y/N wiped at her tears, watching as her husband held their son together. She had seen Jungkook angry, had seen him strict and firm. But she had also seen him love fiercely. And right now, Jungsoo needed that love more than anything.

The faint cry of the baby echoed from the other room, and Jungsoo tensed in his father’s arms.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, looking into his son’s teary eyes. "She needs you."

Jungsoo inhaled shakily before nodding. "Okay."

He wasn’t ready. He didn’t think he ever would be.

But as he walked towards the room where his daughter waited for him, he knew one thing—he wasn’t alone.
The tiny cries filled the room, sharp and desperate. Junghoo paced back and forth, gently bouncing the baby girl in his arms, his expression twisted in concentration. "Come on, little one," he murmured, shifting his hold slightly. "I’m trying here."

But she only cried harder.

Junghoo sighed, his frustration clear, but not at the baby—at himself. He wasn’t used to this. He had no idea how to calm a newborn. He had tried rocking her, humming a tune, even walking in circles, but nothing seemed to work.

"Why won’t she stop?" he muttered under his breath, glancing toward the door as if silently begging for help.

Just then, Jungsoo stepped inside, his face still pale from everything that had happened, his eyes red from crying. He saw his younger brother struggling and, for a moment, something in him twisted painfully.

He should have been the one holding her.

Junghoo looked up at him, relief flashing across his face. "Finally! Do something, she won’t stop."

Jungsoo hesitated, his feet rooted to the floor. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the tiny, squirming baby in Junghoo’s arms. His daughter. His responsibility.

But she was so small. So fragile.

What if he did something wrong?

Junghoo must have sensed his hesitation because he stepped forward, carefully shifting the baby towards Jungsoo. "Just hold her, hyung. She’s your daughter."

The words struck deep. His daughter.

Swallowing hard, Jungsoo reached out with shaky hands, slowly taking the baby from Junghoo’s arms. She felt impossibly light, her tiny fingers curled into fists, her face scrunched up as she wailed.

He held her awkwardly at first, unsure of how to position her, but then—instinctively—he adjusted, tucking her closer to his chest.

"Shhh," he whispered, his voice unsteady. "I’m here."

And just like that, her cries softened.

Jungsoo’s breath hitched. He felt her tiny body relax slightly, the warmth of her pressing into him, her little fingers twitching against his shirt. His heart clenched painfully.

Junghoo watched in surprise. "Well, damn. Guess she just wanted her dad."

Jungsoo couldn’t speak. His throat was too tight, his emotions overwhelming. He had been so afraid—afraid of holding her, of failing her, of not being enough. But right now, in this moment, as she nestled against him, he realized something.

She was his.

And he would do whatever it took to protect her.

Jungsoo looked down at the tiny girl in his arms, his mind racing. She was so small, yet she had already changed everything. His heart ached at the thought of her mother—how she would never get to see their daughter smile, never get to hold her.

He traced a gentle finger over the baby’s soft cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. A name. She needed a name.

Something strong. Something beautiful.

Something that would remind him of her mother.

Junghoo, who was watching silently, finally spoke. "You’ve been quiet for a while. Thinking of a name?"

Jungsoo nodded, his jaw tightening. "Yeah."

Their father, Jungkook, had gone silent after his initial outburst of anger. He was still upset—furious, even—but right now, as he watched his son cradle his granddaughter, his expression was unreadable. He wasn’t just a father anymore. He was a grandfather. And the reality of it was still sinking in.

After a long silence, Jungsoo finally exhaled.

"Jieun," he whispered.

Junghoo blinked. "Jieun?"

Jungsoo nodded, his grip on his daughter tightening protectively. "Her mom always loved that name. Said if she ever had a daughter, she wanted to name her Jieun." His voice cracked slightly, but he didn’t look away from the baby. "So that’s her name."

Junghoo let out a slow breath, nodding. "Jieun… it suits her."

Jungkook, who had been listening from across the room, finally stepped forward. He stared at the baby, his eyes dark with emotion. He didn’t say anything at first. Then, in a voice quieter than expected, he repeated, "Jieun."

Jungsoo looked up, nervous about his father’s reaction. But Jungkook just let out a long sigh. His expression was still tense, still carrying traces of anger and disappointment, but there was also something else.

Acceptance.

"Jieun it is," he muttered. And with that, the conversation was over.

Yn sat on the couch, cradling little Jieun in her arms. The baby had finally stopped crying, her tiny hands curled into fists against Yn’s chest. Her breathing was soft, steady—completely unaware of the storm of emotions surrounding her birth.

Yn gently rocked her, her fingers brushing over Jieun’s delicate features. She had Jungsoo’s nose, but everything else—the shape of her eyes, the curve of her lips—reminded her so much of Jungkook when he was younger. It made her heart ache.

"You’re so beautiful," she whispered, pressing a kiss to Jieun’s forehead.

Jungsoo sat beside her, watching his daughter with tired eyes. He still looked overwhelmed, but there was something softer in his expression now. "She looks peaceful with you," he murmured.

Yn smiled sadly. "That’s because she knows she’s loved."

Jungkook stood a few feet away, arms crossed as he observed the scene in silence. His anger had cooled, but the weight of the situation still hung between them. He hadn’t spoken much, but when his eyes met Yn’s, she knew.

They would figure this out—together.

As the days passed, the house slowly adjusted to Jieun’s presence. The pain of loss still lingered, but love filled the empty spaces.

Jungsoo, despite his fears, learned to care for his daughter. Late at night, when she cried, he was the one who held her, whispering promises he never thought he’d have to make. Junghoo stayed close, always ready to help, quietly ensuring his brother wasn’t alone in this.

Yn became Jieun’s safe place, just as she had been for her own sons. She held her, sang to her, and in those moments, she saw hope—proof that even after heartbreak, life went on.

Jungkook, who had once been furious, softened. Watching his granddaughter grow, he realized she was a gift, not a burden. One night, he found himself holding Jieun as she slept against his chest, her tiny fingers curled into his shirt. With a deep sigh, he whispered, "You’re going to be just as strong as your father."

And just like that, life continued. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs—messy, painful, beautiful. Through love and loss, they remained a family, bound together always.

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