A 4 year old boy , who was in kindergarten was sitting on the floor and was playing with a truck. He was surrounded by some kids . Who were  busy playing.

His name was jungsoo . He cutely stood up and walked to his teacher, bowing a little " ma-m , can I go pee-pee? " Jungsoo said nervously playing with his fingers .

His teacher chuckled, she patted his head. " Yes , you may jungsoo. You are such a cute boy "  she said making jungsoo's cheeks red . Jungsoo ran away shyly to bathroom leaving his teacher chuckling.

Jungsoo went to washroom and did his work and washed his hand for 20 seconds as his mother told him . But the bell of  school ending rang . He practically ran to his class like a horse grinning heavily .

He shyly picked up his bag and wished his teacher " bye, ma-m"  she wished him bye too and kissed his cheek. His cheeks turned red again, he walked outside and saw some guards .

Jungsoo ran towards his father, his little legs moving as fast as they could. He could see Jungkook standing tall by the school gates, his sharp gaze scanning the area. The moment he saw his son approaching, a flicker of warmth passed through his eyes, though it quickly vanished behind his cold demeanor.

"Papa!" Jungsoo exclaimed, his voice full of excitement. He threw his arms around Jungkook's waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook’s expression softened just for a moment, a rare sight, as he placed a hand on Jungsoo’s head, tousling his hair gently.

“Did you behave today?” Jungkook’s voice was low, a tone that carried authority, even though his son had no idea of the weight behind it.

Jungsoo nodded eagerly. “Yes, Papa! I played with my truck and... I asked the teacher if I could go pee-pee!” His words spilled out in an excited jumble, his innocence lighting up the moment.

Jungkook couldn't help the small, almost imperceptible smile that tugged at his lips. It disappeared just as quickly, and he adjusted the sleek black suit he wore, his stance straightening as the guards around them kept watch. He was a man feared by many, a man who could bring the world to its knees in an instant, but with Jungsoo, there was something unspoken that softened the hardness around him.

“Good,” Jungkook replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings, ensuring no one was getting too close. His voice became more serious, “Let’s go. Your mother’s waiting.”

Jungsoo grabbed his father's hand, skipping beside him as they walked to the sleek black car that awaited them. The guards followed quietly, ever vigilant, though none dared to speak unless spoken to. Jungkook’s reputation was enough to keep any potential threats at bay, and as father and son slid into the car, the world outside seemed to disappear into the distance.

“Papa, are you gonna play with me today?” Jungsoo asked, his small voice cutting through the silence.

Jungkook glanced down at his son, his expression unreadable for a second before he nodded. "Maybe. But only if you're good."

Jungsoo's eyes lit up with happiness, and as the car pulled away, he leaned back in his seat, content with the simple joy of being with his father. The dangerous world outside was a distant thought, at least for now.

As the car pulled into the driveway of their mansion, the massive gates swung open, and the vehicle smoothly rolled inside. Jungkook’s home was a fortress, every inch guarded, every corner monitored. Yet, for him, it was the one place where he allowed himself to let down his guard, even if just a little.

Jungsoo’s excitement bubbled over as they stepped out of the car. He quickly ran up the stone path to the front door, his tiny footsteps echoing through the vast expanse. Jungkook followed at a slower pace, his gaze flicking over the security team stationed at every corner of the property.

Inside, the house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. The atmosphere, though luxurious and polished, felt like a warm embrace. Jungsoo immediately sprinted into the living room, dropping his backpack and looking around for his mother.

“Mom! Mom!” he called out, his voice high-pitched with excitement.

From the kitchen, the sound of soft laughter drifted in, followed by the soft shuffle of footsteps. Y/N appeared in the doorway, a warm smile gracing her face. Her eyes softened when she saw her son, and then her gaze shifted to Jungkook. There was a slight flutter in her expression, but she masked it quickly, her hands instinctively resting on her slightly rounded belly.

"Hey, baby," Jungkook greeted her, his voice low, though there was a tenderness in his eyes when he looked at her. He hadn’t spoken about it yet, but her pregnancy was starting to show more, and he couldn't deny how it made him feel—protective, possessive, and yet, uncharacteristically gentle around her.

Y/N smiled at him and then knelt down to Jungsoo’s level as he ran over to her, wrapping his tiny arms around her waist. "How was school today, Jungsoo?" she asked, her hands gently stroking his hair.

"I played with my truck, and I asked the teacher if I could go pee-pee!" Jungsoo exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement, as if he had just accomplished the greatest feat of the day.

Y/N chuckled, her heart warming at the innocence in his voice. "That’s very good, sweetheart. I’m proud of you."

Jungkook watched them, his gaze lingering on Y/N for a moment longer than necessary. There was a quiet strength in her, something that matched the fierceness he had come to admire in her, yet softened by her pregnancy. His hand involuntarily moved to the small of her back as he approached.

"You’re doing okay?" Jungkook asked, his voice unusually soft. His hand lingered there for a moment, as if protecting her from the world outside. He wasn’t known for being gentle, especially when his empire was built on power and fear, but there was something about Y/N—something about their family—that brought out a side of him he barely recognized.

Y/N smiled, her eyes glimmering with warmth. "I’m fine, Jungkook. Just a little tired, but I’m okay." She rubbed her belly, her smile never faltering. "We’re doing just fine."

Jungsoo, ever the curious child, peered up at his mother’s belly, his eyes widening. "Mommy, are you gonna have a baby?" he asked, his voice innocent and full of wonder.

Y/N chuckled softly, nodding. "Yes, baby. You’re going to be a big brother."

Jungkook stood still for a moment, his gaze flicking between Y/N and Jungsoo. The thought of another child, another piece of their family, was something he had to process. His world was chaotic, dangerous, but in moments like this, when he was surrounded by the two people who meant the most to him, it felt like the world could wait.

He walked over and placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, his thumb grazing the skin of her neck. "How are you feeling? Really," he asked, his voice low, almost like a command.

Y/N nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "I’m okay. Really. I just need a little rest." She placed a hand over his. "Don’t worry so much."

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he just nodded, silently taking in the moment. The dangerous world he ruled, the empire he controlled, seemed far away in that instant. In his arms, in their home, was everything he had ever wanted.

"Good," he finally muttered. "But if you need anything, you tell me. Got it?"

Y/N smiled, nodding again. "Got it."

As Jungkook sat on the couch and Jungsoo climbed up beside him, his tiny legs dangling over the side, the small family settled into their evening routine. The sounds of laughter, the soft hum of conversation, and the warmth between them filled the room.

For once, everything seemed... right.

Jungsoo, still full of energy, jumped off the couch and dashed over to the corner of the room where he had been sitting earlier. His little hands were already busy, fumbling around in a small box that was filled with various arts and crafts supplies. He pulled out a small, lopsided model made of clay and popsicle sticks, his face lighting up with excitement as he carefully carried it over to where his parents were sitting.

"Look! Look!" Jungsoo said eagerly, his little voice filled with pride. He placed the model in front of Y/N and Jungkook, his tiny hands shaking slightly as he pointed to it. "I made this all by myself!"

Y/N leaned forward, her eyes widening with genuine admiration. "Wow, Jungsoo, this is amazing!" she exclaimed. "It’s so creative!"

Jungkook, who was usually more reserved, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he looked at the tiny structure. The model was messy, with the clay uneven and the popsicle sticks sticking out at odd angles, but there was something undeniably endearing about it—the effort, the creativity, the joy in his son’s eyes.

"Did you make this all alone?" Jungkook asked, his tone softer than usual, though still laced with curiosity.

Jungsoo nodded enthusiastically, his wide eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes! I wanted to make a house for the toy truck," he explained, pointing to the little truck still resting by his side. "But it’s not perfect. The sticks keep falling off and the clay gets all squishy. But I tried really hard!"

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love. She leaned down, gently patting Jungsoo’s head. "Sweetheart, it’s perfect just the way it is. You did such a good job," she praised, her voice full of warmth. "The most important thing is that you put your heart into it."

Jungsoo beamed at her words, his cheeks flushing with happiness. He then turned to Jungkook, holding his breath, waiting for his father’s reaction. Jungkook, who was known for his tough exterior, stared at the model for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought.

"It’s not bad for a first try," Jungkook said, his voice low but approving. He reached out and gave Jungsoo a small nod of acknowledgment. "You’ve got potential, kid."

Jungsoo’s face lit up at the praise. "Really?" he asked, his voice full of wonder.

Jungkook gave him a rare, small smile. "Yeah, really. Just... next time, make sure the sticks are more even." He gave a slight chuckle, which only made Jungsoo grin even more.

Y/N chuckled too, the sound soft and soothing. "Jungkook, you’re encouraging him, not criticizing him," she teased playfully, ruffling her husband’s hair.

Jungkook shot her a playful glare, but his eyes softened as he looked back at their son. Jungsoo was already jumping up and down with excitement, his model forgotten for the moment as he basked in the approval of his father.

"I’m gonna make a bigger one next time!" Jungsoo announced, his face full of determination.

"You’ll do great," Y/N encouraged, her voice warm and supportive.

Jungkook, though quiet, nodded again. "I’m sure you will. But, for now, you should probably clean up your mess. We don’t want your mom getting mad, right?"

Jungsoo’s eyes widened comically, and he immediately scurried to gather the scattered supplies, his small hands fumbling over the mess. Y/N watched him, her heart filled with affection for both of her boys—one a mischievous, free-spirited child, the other a dangerous, hardened man who had somehow found a way to care more deeply than he ever let on.

"You’ve got a good son there," Y/N said quietly, her voice soft as she looked at Jungkook, her eyes full of warmth.

Jungkook’s gaze flickered over to her, and for a moment, there was a depth in his expression—something that spoke of protectiveness, love, and maybe even a touch of pride.

"I know," he replied softly, though the words were simple, they carried weight. "And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he stays safe."

Y/N smiled at him, resting her head against his shoulder. "I know you will."

For a moment, the world outside seemed to fall away. The dangers, the empire, the darkness—all of it seemed distant, fading into the background as the warmth of family filled the space around them.

As the evening settled in, the grand dining room echoed with the sounds of quiet conversation. The long, polished table was set with fine china and silverware, the light from the chandelier above casting a soft glow over the room. The warmth of the meal filled the air, and the atmosphere, though elegant, was comfortingly familiar. Jungkook, Y/N, and Jungsoo sat together, the evening a peaceful respite from the chaos of the outside world.

Jungkook sat at the head of the table, his usual stoic expression softening as he glanced at his wife. She looked radiant, her growing belly a sign of their second child. Y/N was talking to Jungsoo about his school day, but her focus was also on the food before them, occasionally taking a bite or offering Jungsoo another spoonful of his dinner.

Jungsoo, in his usual, boundless energy, continued to ask questions about everything, his curiosity endless. Tonight, however, his innocent nature was about to take an unexpected turn.

"Mom," Jungsoo began between bites of his food, his small voice filling the air, "how did the baby get in your tummy?"

Y/N froze for a moment, her hand hovering above her plate as she tried to process the question. She glanced at Jungkook, who, despite being a man of power and fear, now had a look of mild surprise on his face. His eyes flicked briefly to Y/N before settling on their son, his expression unreadable, though a faint glint of amusement danced in his dark eyes. It wasn’t the first time Jungsoo had asked a curious question, but this one was a little... unexpected.

Y/N cleared her throat softly, trying to maintain her composure while feeling a slight flush creep up her neck. "Well, sweetheart," she began, choosing her words carefully, "the baby is in my tummy because... well, it grows there until it's ready to come out."

Jungsoo furrowed his brows, his little fingers poking at the mashed potatoes on his plate as he thought about her words. "But how does it get in there?" he pressed further, his eyes wide with genuine curiosity.

Y/N paused again, glancing at Jungkook. His expression remained unchanged, but she could feel the weight of the moment. Jungkook, though often silent in situations like these, wasn’t the type to shy away from tough subjects when it came to their family. He was protective of his son and his wife, yet this—this was something different.

Jungkook cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "You’re asking how the baby gets inside?" he asked, his deep voice holding an unexpected calmness, as if he had been expecting this moment, though he hadn't been.

Jungsoo nodded, eager to get an answer.

"Well," Jungkook began, leaning back in his chair as he spoke, "when a mommy and daddy want to have a baby, they... they have to be together." He paused for a moment, considering how to explain further. "It’s a little complicated, but the baby starts growing inside the mommy's belly after the daddy gives the mommy a special part of himself. That’s how it happens."

Y/N, though relieved Jungkook had taken the lead, still couldn’t hide a blush that crept up her face. "Exactly," she added softly, smiling at Jungkook before looking back at Jungsoo. "It’s a natural process, sweetie. The baby grows in my tummy until it’s ready to come out."

Jungsoo, after a long moment of contemplation, tilted his head to the side. "So, it’s like magic?" he asked innocently, his eyes wide as he looked between his parents, clearly still processing the information.

Y/N chuckled, her earlier embarrassment melting away in the face of Jungsoo’s innocence. "Not magic, baby, but it’s still very special. It’s how families grow." She reached out and gently placed her hand on her belly, as if to emphasize the point. "This little one growing inside me is part of our family, just like you are."

Jungsoo seemed satisfied with that answer, at least for now. He returned to his food, nibbling on his vegetables, although his mind seemed to still be buzzing with questions. Y/N and Jungkook exchanged a quiet glance, a shared moment of understanding passing between them. Parenthood wasn’t always easy, and their world was complicated, full of danger and secrecy, but in these small moments with Jungsoo, they found a slice of peace.

As dinner continued, Jungsoo moved on to lighter topics, his endless questions about the world around him never seeming to stop. He asked about the stars, why the sky was blue, and why his toy truck never seemed to break, despite how much he played with it. It was a whirlwind of innocent curiosity, and while it sometimes caught them off guard, Y/N and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at his energy.

Later, as they sat back in the living room, Y/N rested against Jungkook, the quiet hum of the evening wrapping around them like a protective blanket. Jungsoo had fallen asleep on the couch, his small body curled up with his toy truck still in hand.

Jungkook, ever vigilant, kept his watchful eyes on their son for a moment before turning to Y/N. "You handled that well," he murmured, his voice unexpectedly soft, though his tone remained controlled.

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his hand as it rested on the arm of the couch. "I think it’s important for him to understand... in his own way, of course. He’s growing up so fast."

Jungkook nodded, his eyes softening as he glanced toward Jungsoo, his son. "He’s a smart kid," he said quietly. "He’ll understand more as he gets older. Just... don’t be surprised if he starts asking about everything."

Y/N laughed lightly, resting her head against his shoulder. "I’m not worried. We’ll figure it out together."

Jungkook’s expression softened further as he looked down at her, his hand gently brushing her hair back. "You’re amazing, you know that?" he whispered. "You make this whole thing... easier. Even with everything else going on, you’re calm in the storm."

Y/N smiled up at him, her heart swelling with love. "We’re in this together, Jungkook. Always."

Jungkook didn’t say anything more, but he gave her a soft nod, his hand moving to rest protectively over her belly. His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he leaned back, a sense of quiet contentment filling the space between them. Despite the dangers that loomed on the outside, this—this was their home, their family. And in moments like these, that was all that truly mattered.

As the night wore on, the house fell into a peaceful calm. Jungsoo had finally settled down, his little body curled up on the couch, a soft snore escaping his lips as he hugged his truck close. Y/N and Jungkook sat in the quiet living room, the only sound the occasional creak of the house settling.

Jungkook couldn’t help but look over at Y/N, her figure bathed in the soft light from the lamp beside them. Her beauty always left him breathless, especially in moments like this when she was simply relaxed, with no distractions, no worries. Her hand rested gently on her growing belly, a silent reminder of the new life they were about to welcome into their world. The love he felt for her, for their family, was overwhelming, and in that moment, his desire for intimacy, for closeness, surged.

He moved closer to her on the couch, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Y/N..." he whispered, his voice low, carrying a warmth that matched the softness of his touch.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with the same tenderness, the same affection. "Hmm?" she responded softly, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

Jungkook didn’t say anything more, his gaze lingering on her lips as he slowly leaned in, his intent clear. He wanted to kiss her, to hold her close, to feel that undeniable connection they had. The air between them was thick with that unspoken desire, but just as he was about to close the gap, a tiny voice piped up from the couch.

"Dada, mama... I want to sleep with you!" Jungsoo mumbled sleepily, his eyes still half-closed, his hands clutching his stuffed toy tightly.

Jungkook froze, the moment shattered. Y/N chuckled softly, her face flushed with affection. She turned toward their son, whose big, innocent eyes were now fully awake, seeking attention.

"Of course, baby," Y/N said, her voice full of warmth. "Come here, Jungsoo."

Jungkook, his face still inches from Y/N's, sighed but smiled in resignation. He leaned back, giving her space as their son slowly climbed up onto the couch, waddling toward them with a little stumble, still rubbing his eyes. Jungsoo immediately crawled into Y/N’s lap, resting his head against her chest as he snuggled into the warmth of her.

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh quietly, shaking his head. He knew that Jungsoo wasn’t going to let him and Y/N have their time alone, especially not with the baby on the way. He wasn’t upset by it—far from it. He loved his little family more than anything, but sometimes, the need for intimacy between him and Y/N was hard to ignore.

He looked at Y/N with a playful glint in his eyes. "Looks like our little man needs us tonight," he teased, his voice low but filled with affection.

Y/N smiled, her eyes soft as she glanced down at Jungsoo, who had already drifted off to sleep in her arms. "He always does," she murmured, her hand gently stroking his hair.

Jungkook sighed, his body relaxing into the couch as he leaned back, his arm wrapping around Y/N’s shoulders. "I think we'll have to wait for a while before we get our quiet time again."

Y/N chuckled, leaning into his embrace. "It’s okay. We’ll get our moments when it’s right. For now, I’m happy just like this."

Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his lips lingering for just a moment, as if savoring the peace and love surrounding them. He could feel the weight of the day beginning to lift from his shoulders, replaced by the comfort of his family’s presence. His hand gently rubbed her tummy, the small bump now a reminder of their growing family, of the future they were building together.

"Yeah... me too," Jungkook murmured, his voice warm and full of contentment.

As they sat there, with Jungsoo nestled between them, Y/N’s hand resting over his, Jungkook knew that the world outside might be dangerous, unpredictable, and full of chaos. But in this moment, with his son in his arms, and Y/N by his side, everything felt right. Everything felt complete.

And for now, that was enough.

Jungkook sat quietly on the edge of the couch, his eyes fixed on Y/N and their son, Jungsoo, who had practically made himself at home in his mother’s lap. He could feel his body aching for rest, for the closeness of his wife, but the sight of Jungsoo snuggling so innocently against her—his little face tucked against Y/N’s chest—made it impossible to do anything but smile in resignation.

It was moments like this that made Jungkook's heart swell with love, but also with a touch of longing. He wasn’t upset, not at all. Jungsoo was their child, after all, and he adored the boy. But the ache in Jungkook's chest for a moment of intimacy with Y/N, just the two of them, was growing. They hadn’t had a night alone in what felt like forever, and with the baby on the way, it wasn’t looking like there would be many more opportunities in the near future.

He glanced over at Y/N, whose eyes were soft with affection as she gently patted Jungsoo’s back, coaxing him to sleep. Her face was serene, her lips curled into a soft smile as she looked down at their son. Jungkook's heart thudded in his chest, but he tried to keep his thoughts in check, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful moment.

After a few moments, Y/N noticed the slight tension in his posture. She could tell something was on his mind. She reached out, her hand resting gently on his arm, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft but full of warmth. "You okay?"

Jungkook's lips curled into a slight grin, though there was a trace of exasperation in his eyes. "Yeah, just..." He looked down at Jungsoo, who was completely oblivious, his little hand resting lightly on Y/N’s belly. "I really just want to be close to you, but..." He sighed, glancing down at their son, who had now drifted into a deep sleep.

Y/N’s gaze softened, understanding immediately. She knew how badly Jungkook needed a moment of peace, a moment where they could just be together, without the constant interruptions of daily life or their responsibilities. But she also knew that, at this very moment, Jungsoo was just a little boy seeking comfort and security. It wasn’t like they couldn’t get their quiet time soon—it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.

She smiled, a teasing gleam in her eyes. "Jungkook, he’s just a little guy. You know how much he loves being close to me." Her voice was gentle, but there was an affectionate playfulness in her tone.

Jungkook’s lips twitched as he leaned back slightly, his arm still wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders. "I know, but you’re mine too, you know," he said, his voice low but with a hint of humor.

Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers brushing over his hand. "I know, Jungkook. I’m just right here."

Jungkook sighed, leaning back a bit more into the couch, his body settling in next to Y/N. He had learned to be patient, especially when it came to their little family. He knew that these moments—when everything was still, when it was just them in their little bubble—were precious. He would have his time with her. He just had to wait a little longer.

He gently kissed the top of her head, his hand continuing to rest on her stomach, feeling the small, reassuring movements of their unborn child. "We’ll get our time," he whispered, more to himself than to her.

Y/N nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "We always do."

They sat there in comfortable silence, with Jungsoo snuggled up between them. Jungkook's hand gently rubbed Y/N's back, feeling the rise and fall of her breath, the warmth of her body against his. Despite his longing for more intimate moments, the love he felt in that moment—just being here with her and their son—was more than enough. The quiet, simple joy of having his family close was something he cherished deeply.

And as the night grew quieter, with only the sound of soft breathing filling the room, Jungkook closed his eyes and let himself drift into sleep, knowing that no matter what, his family would always be by his side.

To be continued

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