"The feminine urge to steal his last name."

23/06/21

Rewritten :: 15/06/23

We are moving toward the end, there are only 2 chapters more with an epilogue. As I don't have more drafts, I will summarise this story quickly.

Guys, please do not forget to engage with this chapter or I am really gonna cry. And this isn't a lie. I will seriously cry as my insecurities always increase when it comes to a fluff chapter 😭🥺

**Long note at the end**

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Third person POV

▪︎▪︎▪︎ 3 months later ▪︎▪︎▪︎

The silence in the room was comforting, a soft breeze intruding from the window, the mafia sitting on the chair behind the big glass table as his pen scribbled around a few papers. 

Just like how he liked, today the mafia decided against going to his office, not wanting to dress in stiff blazers and tight trousers, formal shoes and stern glares. 

Not wanting to dress for authorities or responsibilities, he decided to dress for himself today. A soft smile lingered on his lips, glancing down at his fingers that were wrapped around the ink pen. 

He stilled and stared at his blurred figure down in the glass for a moment, observing himself after a long, long time. 

The black hood that hugged his buff body or the loose baggy pants around his legs, the raven tilted his head a little, looking with a smile at his dangling long earring, then raised his hand a little and let them brush against his wet hairs. 

It's been such a long time, maybe years, that he had looked at himself properly, the tattoos adoring his skin, Jungkook remembered how excited he was when he got the first one. 

Nine years ago from today or maybe ten, the man chuckled to himself as he remembered, they were in university back then and Taehyung had tagged along with him with the biggest smile on his face but had returned with wet cheeks and terror eyes for the pain Jungkook received. 

Speaking of Taehyung, the mafia did not hesitate to give all the credits for this to the blonde. God— the past three months had changed everything adorably. 

Now, they both share glances at each other, their cheeks blushed red from each other's gaze and shy touch of their fingers— god! 
Jungkook felt hot, refusing to see the cherry red apple on his cheeks. 

The mafia shook his head to draw away the thoughts and hotness in his skin, biting on his teeth to stop the wide smile that wanted to crept on his face. He took in a deep breath and looked at the ceiling. 

Backing his focus on the papers, the smile never left like a stubborn kid, when a soft knock on the door grabbed his attention, frowning looking at the door. 

Jungkook stared at the door with amused and joyful eyes when it crept open softly and a head peaked from behind it with round doe eyes looking around cautiously. Tiny fingers around the wooden frame, too small to reach the handle. 

"Dada.." The tiny whisper that broke the silence had Jungkook break into a wide smile, his heart filling with content and rhythms soft. 

The six year old met his eyes with Jungkook, round doe orbs softened immediately but the fear and a little hesitation that swam in them, the mafia, he didn't like those. Didn't like how the child refused to move from the door.

"Yes, baby." Jungkook said, watching the kid from his chair he made all the papers disappear like magic. 

"M-may I c-come in?" The boy stuttered and Jungkook smiled softly. 

"You don't have to ask, cub." And that's all it took for the boy to match the smile with his father as he ran to him. Tiny feets tapping against the floor. 

Jungkook smiled lovingly, picking up the kid and setting him down in front of himself on the glass table, the child pecking his cheeks. 

"How are you feeling?" 

"Pretty." The mafia laughed wholeheartedly at his boy, who glanced up at him shyly. 

The past three months were like a soft breeze in spring for Jungkook. He had developed such a soft bond with Jaehyun, the kid always calling him "dada" as he never went for the word "Buddy" again. All thanks to those bad kids he had met in his school. 

The mafia still sees red whenever he remember those kids from two months ago, who had pushed the little Jaehyun, shouting how he was a scum and a beggar, a boy without a father. The mafia had gone crazy, when Jaehyun returned home with scratches on his face and shirt torn at the sleeves. 

The driver who had gone to pick up the kid because Taehyung couldn't because of his fever, was clenching on his own fist and gritting his teeth. And the mafia still felt his chest swell with pride when recalled how each of his men were fuming in rage to see the tiny human in such a situation. 

And if it wasn't for a smack on his head by Seokjin and a glare by Yoongi with Taehyung's pleading eyes, Jungkook was so ready to burn down the whole place.

Later, meeting with those kids and their parents, Jungkook didn't forget to remind them of whose son Jaehyun is. As he spoke making his voice deeper and thicker "purposely", 

"My kid had a very kind heart and that's the only reason I ain't destroying you all but make yourself and your kids remember to not mess with a Jeon again. He is Jaehyun, Jeon Jaehyun. Do not mess with us." 

But the next day Taehyung had dragged him to school and made him apologize to those children. But just like a stubborn bunny, the raven still glared at them, pressing Jaehyun close to his chest as he mouthed "Jeon" to them which made their lower lips wobble and burst into tears. Jungkook was satisfied until he met eyes with the blonde. 

Rest, Jungkook didn't want to remember. 

"My baby feels pretty." Jungkook chuckled as he tucked a few hairs of Jaehyun behind his ears and patted his head, the boy's cheek warm red. The mafia cooed.

"Dada.." The child called the mafia humming in return as he fixed the kid's hair. 

"Can I ask something?" 

"You don't have to ask, baby. Just demand." Jungkook smiled, his gaze fixed at the tiny human in front of him, it didn't matter how hard he tried to spoil the kid in his sight. The six year old was always back to his timid and mannered self— the mafia adored him. 

"I-i.. I want to eat cupcakes." The mafia looked confused. 

"Just this? Why were you hesitating so much then? C'mon I'll buy you those." The raven uttered, already up on his feet before he was tucked back by the kid. 

"No. N-not from the market. Can we make them at h-home?" The kid who peeked up at Jungkook smiled at him.

"Okay. Let me ask, Yeonjun—

"N-no.. he's a bad baker." 

"That's true though." Jungkook agreed, making a thinking face as his lips formed into a pout. 

The child peeked up at him from the table he waa sitting on, he raised his hand and let it stop on Jungkook's cheek, grabbing his attention. 

"W-will you make them for me?" The child whispered, eyes filling with hesitation as the mafia made a confused face, he leaned forward to hear more clearly, his palm rubbing on the child's back soothingly. 

"What?" The smile that was on Jungkook's lips, didn't flattened for a second.

"W-will you bake the cupcakes for me, pl-please?" But the mafia's eyes widened and the hand that was on Jaehyun's back stilled, the smile falling down his face. The kid's eyes widened too.

"I-its okay, dada. I-i am sorry. I-i will ask appa. D-don't worry. I-i am sorry." The kid stammered on his words, making the mafia's orbs soften, he smiled. 

"Why are you saying, "sorry" love? Do you remember what I just said?" Jungkook leaned forward toward the kid as he softly caressed his cheek, the tight lip smile now turned into a wide bunny grin. "You don't have to ask, just demand." 

And that was how the kid found himself sitting on the stool away from the stove but still in sight, warmness and affection filling his orbs at the male in front of him.

The sleeves of his hood folded till his elbows with his tattoos at front, apron wrapped around his waist. Jungkook's left hand occupied his phone as he scrolled through the recipe, the pinch in between his brows, glaring down at the screen. 

With the flour in his raven hairs and a whisk in his right hand, he stole glances at the recipe and a little too hard batter in front of him, gazing in the interval of every ten minutes at the six year old with hopeful and feared eyes for doing something wrong. 

The kid was always giggling and clapping his hands as he cheered his "dada", yelling, "So good dada, so good. Hyunie is proud of you." 

The cheer might have brought a smile on his face but the batter and messy kitchen in front of him made Jungkook sighed, he threw the third bowl of batter to the side.

"This recipe is just wrong, I will find a new one." Jungkook murmured to himself, glaring down at the phone as he now aggressively types for a new one. 

A little tap on the six year old's shoulder grabbed his attention as he looked back one to smile wide, seeing his appa. But before Taehyung could say anything his eyes fell on the messy kitchen, he gulped. 

"What the—

"Dada's baking me cupcakes."

"Thank goodness, Seokjin hyung isn't home." The blonde whispered, looking wide eyed at the sight, the six year old beside him furiously nodded his head. 

"Jungkook.." Taehyung called watching with smile as the mafia turned to him, clearly frustrated and his patience running on a thin thread. The younger stared at him with warm eyes.

The mafia's eyes softened when met Taehyung's, he gripped tightly on the whisk in his hand. The flour that was in his hairs, now also adoring his cheeks. He whined almost instantly.

"T-taehyung, see I'm trying. But the recipe isn't right and everytime something go wrong. This is stupid." A stiff giggle passed Taehyung's lips as he stepped toward the elder and pulled out an other apron before tieing it on his waist. 

"Okay. Let me help you, yeah?" The blonde asked, the mafia nodding his head like an excited child, his hairs bouncing with every bounce. 

The blonde asked politely to the chef who was sitting quietly in the corner for new ingredients and a kitchen cloth as he wiped the counter and slide the dirty dishes to the sink.

His hand raising to grab the new pack of flour, the mafia held his wrist, "I want to make this, please. J-just guide me." Taehyung look at the mafia with melting orbs, didn't knowing the reason for his stuttering but finding it adorable in such a way that his heart beat louder. 

And the rest of the time were like in daze for Taehyung, as he looked with the softest eyes and loving gaze at the mafia who tried his hardest for the every next step he whispered. 

He waited patiently for the mafia, without blinking his eyes when Jungkook took a whole five minutes and tried fifteen times to scoop a perfect cup of flour to pour in the bowl. 

Orbs softening and swimming in emotions when the mafia met his eyes with hesitation as he failed to keep the egg shell away from the yolk. Taehyung took the hold of his wrist and guided Jungkook through the process with a racing heart when the raven smiled wide. 

His heart hurted when his pupils stopped at Jungkook's tattooed fingers kneading the dough for a few cookies, a lot soft for his rough palm and burned skin from the gun powder. 

Taehyung's hand unconsciously rubbed against Jungkook's ears, the touch making the mafia looked at the blonde with twinkling orbs and pearl bunny teeth on display, excitedly telling Taehyung that how the batter was coming right. 

And when the raven got excited, whisking a little too fast, a little batter flew away out of the bowl, Taehyung took Jungkook's wrist in his hold without taking his eyes off from the mafia, he told him about the correct pace without using the words. 

Taehyung looked from the corner, giggling Jungkook as he excitedly showed the oven tray to the six year old who squealed in glee and clapped his hands like a bliss.

Both Jungkook and the kid fixed their sight with impatience at the oven, both of their cheeks in their hands, leaning against the counter, Taehyung silently captured the moment in his phone. 

A tiny voice of "ding" made both of them jump on their feet, opening the oven, the warm smell of baked cupcakes filled the kitchen, before it was filled with loud yells.

"Dada! Dada, star! Drop stars on them."

"And chocolate Hyunie!? Chocolate?"

"Yes! Yes dada! Yes!" 

"And— and glitters!? Hyunie, what about glitters or— or sugar powder!?" 

"Yes! Dada! Yes! More Sugar! Sweet! Sweet!" 

"What about broccoli?"

"Yes! Yes broccoli t— what?" Both Jungkook and the kid looked at Taehyung, his almond eyes forming into glare, they gulped before silently settling on the table. 

"Cub, a lot of sugar isn't healthy, right?" The raven faked smiles, caressing the child's hairs, his back facing the blonde who had his arms crossed at his chest.

"Of course dada. I was saying this from the start. Less sugar." Taehyung couldn't help but shake his head at those words as he joined them with a smile.

Sitting down on the dining table, Taehyung glanced at the six year old and then at the mafia who was bouncing back and forth on his heels, looking at the kid with orbs filled with anticipation. 

The child took a big wide of the cupcake, excited and hungry to use a spoon or fork, his eyes closed as he munched on the cupcake. The mafia unknowingly gripped Taehyung's hand in his eyes, refusing to move away from Jaehyun.

The blonde gripped back, nodding encouragingly at the mafia who glanced at a few guards and maid standing there, everyone looking at the kid without blinking. 

The six year old gulped down the bite of the cupcake he had taken, he looked at Jungkook with beaming eyes, a yell passed his lips, "This is so good, dada! Best cupcakes ever! So sweet! So tasty!" 

And the laugh of relief that passed through Jungkook's lips was accompanied by a few excited claps from Taehyung, Yeonjun, the guards and the maids standing there, Jungkook felt hot in his cheeks, staring down at his shoes, he tried to stop the wide smile that was occurring on his lips but failed miserably.

The blonde excitedly bounced on his steps, too eager to stop himself anymore as he also took a wide bite of the cupcake, a moan of love escaped his strawberry lips, he met his eyes with Jungkook who was impatiently waiting for him to say something. 

The male giggled and stuffed the other half of cupcakes into the mafia's mouth whose eyes widened at the taste. His heart beating rapidly in his chest. 

The blonde gazed at the raven with wide twinkling pupils, mouth still munching on the bite, gulping it down his throat as he beamed with happiness as;

Taehyung raised on his tiptoes and placed a quick peck of affection on Jungkook's cheek, "You did so good, hyung." The words rolled out from his tongue, before his mind could think, the next second he froze. 

Breathing seemed difficult as Taehyung finally took his actions into consideration, he peeked at the mafia but the fear in his eyes was replaced by a teasing glint when noticed Jungkook's red cheeks who refused to meet his eyes.

"Hyung, what happened?" Taehyung's tongue rolled around the words once again and he stiffened a giggle when Jungkook slightly stumbled on his steps, looking at him with wide doe eyes.

"I-i— n-nothing." The mafia stammered, refusing to do anything the younger had to say but his burning cheeks and red tip of ears with his loudly beating heart and shy glances gave it all to Taehyung— 

and they say that Taehyung found his home with Jungkook but;
Jungkook made Taehyung his home.

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I don't have anything to say in defence as why I keep on disappearing like that, just past months had been very exhausting for me both mentally and physically. I realised that how with time I had stopped enjoying what I used to love the most.

I wanted to make all of my actions productive, I keep asking myself what will my parents get if I do this and that.

I wanted everything to be useful in someway and after a whole of two months I realised that I can't monetise everything. I can't compare all of my action with the thought of getting something back in a way that its useful to my parents.

There was this one thought that kept on haunting me that my parents should gain something from my actions, from whatever I do. But now I realised that no. I matter too.

Some activities do not make me gain anything but they give me peace, they bring me closer to my inner child in such a way that nobody does. Doesn't matter if it's painting or writing or digital arts or clay. I love those. I love exploring new things even if they can't give me any materialistic thing back, they bring me closer to my inner child.

I can't promise but new chapter will be up soon. Thank you so much for having so much patience with me.
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