This behavior always appears once Jungkook is here with Kiran.

Jungkook doesn't seem to be noticing what's happening with my little brother, he just keeps his attention on Kiran and smiles a him. I give him our baby very carefully but leave them together to go check on Daehan, who I believe does not feel good.

I knock on the door first to not burst into his room without warning him but don't hear any response at all. I hold the handle and push done on it to slowly open the door and set my eyes on the blanket hiding a body underneath. I close the door behind me and inch closer to the bed. The drawings that he made and showed me earlier are ripped in two pieces and laid on the nightstand.

I knew this was because of the fact that Jungkook is giving a lot of attention to his son who he loves more than anything.

"My baby..." I place my head on the shapes that show his figure under the blanket. At the sound of some sobs and sniffling, I pull the cover down to reveal his body and lie down behind him. I envelop his body with my arms and hold him against me. "What's wrong, my little baby?"

He turns around and snuggles up against me to put his face on my chest and let his tears leave his eyes. He embraces me, making me kiss his forehead and comb his hair. "Sweetheart, tell me why you're crying like that...What makes you sad...?"

"I don't want to say it..." he chokes up on his words, breaking my heart just to imagine what could cause his pain. "You know you can talk to me, honey. I want to hear what cause you to not be happy...I hate when you cry like that..."

He remains silent, not decided to speak out and tell me what is wrong. I turn around to a low degree and take hold of the pieces of paper that he ripped in two, to get back in my position. "Why did you do that to your wonderful drawings...?"

"Because...Jungkook doesn't care about it anyway..."

"That's not true, baby," I look down at his face to wipe his tears away but hold mine back. This is seriously causing strong and intense pain into my chest. "He would be happy to see how skillful you are, and the fact that you drew just for him. He would be proud."

"I know you're lying, cuddle...he loves Kiran more...and you do too..." he cries even more heavily, thinking about bad things that will never be true. "Daehan," I place my hand on the side of his face to make him look at me, his red puffy eyes meeting mine. "We love you as much as we love Kiran, I promise you this is the truth. You mean the world to us, but we just have to keep a close attention on him because he's very young and still a baby. We don't love him more than you, I'm serious..."

He lets his tears roll down his face but hugs me tightly. "Jungkook doesn't care about me when Kiran is here..."

"Baby...stop saying that..." I kiss his head and rub his back. "Jungkook loves you a lot, he would be hurt to know that you think he doesn't care about you. You know how much he cares about you and would never want you to feel sad..."

He doesn't say anything more, I know it's going to be hard to make him see that we love both of them equally. It's not Jungkook's fault, he just doesn't pay attention to the way he acts because of how much he loves his son, he wanted to have a baby so much that now, he cannot stop wanting to hold him against him, to hug him, and kiss him. Taking care of his son makes him happy as ever, and he sometimes not realize that he indeed has more attention on his son than Daehan once he's with him, but no one would have the right to blame him for that.

"Do you promise me you won't think that again?" I pass my fingers through his hair and look at him. Doing everything possible to swallow the tight knot in my throat. "Yeah..." he nods but wipes his tears away from his face with his sleeve.

I kiss his forehead, "We're going to go draw that again, and you'll give them to Jungkook and Kiran, okay?"

"Okay..." he agrees, but still with some sadness. I keep him against me but put my arms around his waist to hold him up and get out of his bed. I grab his drawings and stand up to head towards the door of the bedroom and leave it while the tears are rolling down uncontrollably. As soon as I step out and join the two boys in the large opened space, Jungkook gazea up at me, I quickly understand he was smiling and laughing, given the joy readable on his face and the curve of Kiran's lips that makes my heart beat hastily.

I glance down to not let Jungkook see my teary eyes and walk up to the office behind the couch on which he is. I close the door for us to be able to speak without being heard.

I sit down on the bench around the table in the center but keep Daehan on my lap. I wipe his tears away from his warm face and peck his cheek. "I love you, my little baby," I brush his skin with my fingers, trying my best to bring some happiness to his heart.

"I love you too..." he wraps one arm around my neck and kisses me, before resting his head on my shoulder. I try to think about something else to not burst into tears right in front of him and take hold of the sheets of paper laid on the flat surface, with the color pencils and flet-tip pens. "Here, you can make another beautiful drawing for Jungkook first."

He grabs a black pencil and passes his sleeve over his face to erase the wetness. I place him between my legs for him to sit down on the bench as well, and I hold him tight against me, my cheek resting against the side of his face. "What do you start with?"

"I make the details of the face..." he speaks in his low and sweet voice while slowly tracing some things on the paper. I take a look at Jungkook on our right but stumble upon his tall figure walking around the living room with Kiran in his arms. His eyes full of sparkles meet mine, but I look back at Daehan's drawing.

I feel it in my throat, the pain that keep on worsening and intensifying the more I'm holding my tears back. It's hard to know that I'm almost unable to take care of Daehan as much as I do it with Kiran, Jungkook has been staying with our son a lot more than with my little brother which I understand, but I know he doesn't realize it, he doesn't know how much it's affecting Daehan to see the one he considers as his dad paying an extreme attention to another boy. I remember when Jungkook told me me was afraid that this could happen, now it does, but to him, it hasn't change. "Why don't you draw with me...?"

"Oh no, that's a bad idea," I smile at him and kiss his temple. "I don't want to ruin your stunning drawing."

"But I love your way of drawing, it's beautiful."

I smile at the sound of his kind words, he's so adorable and sweet. "Do you want me to draw the plant you helped growing? I'll try to draw you and I looking at it and giving it water if you want."

"Yes," he nods, and to my greatest relief, finally smiles. I take a while sheet and the last black pencil to start something I know is going to end badly. It's going to be so ugly that I'll feel dumb seeing my sketches next to his.

I put my eyes on the plant laid on the table and start to make the shapes of it reflect on my sheet of paper.

After some short minutes passed together in the calm, Jungkook, who put Kiran to bed, joins us. "Hey," he smiles and comes closer to sit down right next to us. "Why are you both staying here...?"

"Daehan wanted to draw," I grin, looking at him furtively. "Really? And what is my baby drawing?" he leans closer to us and gazes at the young boy, but this one doesn't show any joy or anything like that which could express some happiness. "Kiran and cuddle..."

"I'm pretty sure that's going to be beautiful," he beams but lays his eyes on the sheets of paper that were ripped by Daehan earlier. "What is that?"

"It's some drawings he made earlier," I answer for my little brother, who still feels sad, no matter what we told each other earlier. "And why is it ripped like that...?"

"It was too ugly..." Daehan takes the lead to response, keeping his eyes on his sketches. I kiss his cheek to give him the affection he deserves and pass my fingers through his hair. Jungkook reacts with some disappointment, "It's not, it was beautiful, you shouldn't have done this sweetheart..."

"I told him the same," I comb his fluffy hair and press my lips on his little ear, hating to see him full of sorrow.

"Honey," he smiles at me and laughs the ripped papers back on the table. "What?"

"Do you know what Kiran did when you were in the other room?" his teeth show brightly at the happiness he must feel just by talking about our son. "What did he do?" my lips curve upwards, his contagious smile affecting me, positively. "I swear I almost heard him saying daddy...! It sounded like dadda or papa, but that was so cute when he looked into my eyes and wrapped his small hand around my finger...!" he describes with extreme cheerfulness, his eyes gleaming and his beam shining. He's the happiest man on earth.

"I'm jealous...he never said mommy..." I pout and look away to hold Daehan a bit tighter and brush my hands past his sides. I need to remind him that I think about him, especially when we mention Kiran, and in this case, with Jungkook, who's going to break Daehan's heart without knowing.

"I'm pretty sure he's going to do it, but you should prepare yourself, I almost cried when I heard his little baby voice speaking," he jubilates while keeping his hand flattened on his chest. "You cry all the time, Jungkook," I recall him the facts, with a smile.

"That's not true..." he puckers his lips to show an adorable pout while denying the truth. "Yes, it is. Right my baby?" I take this opportunity to get my brother's attention.

"Yah, don't get my baby into this! It's bad to make him lie!" Jungkook passes his hand through the boy's fluffy hair, provoking to me a good feeling of relief, seeing him be close shows how much he cares about him. "It's not true, right my little bean? I don't cry all the time."

Daehan doesn't answers with words but just shakes his head. Has he been hiding his real emotions all this time since Kiran was born? He was not unhappy this morning, and all of a sudden, after finally talking to me, he shows his feelings. I already have noticed some times that he was a bit distant once Jungkook was with Kiran and talking about him, but I never thought this would be that severe.

Jungkook removes his hand from Daehan's hair, slowly seeing that something is wrong. "Am I annoying you, my baby?"

He shakes his head to answer him.

"Come hug daddy, I want you in my arms," he inches closer to let some space for the boy to get on his lap, but he doesn't move from his spot. "I want to stay with cuddle..." he pronounces in a quavery voice, making me react instantly as I understood he was slowly letting himself get taken over by some sorrow in front of Jungkook, that is something I don't want to happen.

"H-Honey...can you prepare a hot chocolate for him, please?" I smile at him, trying to act normal and not show him the problem we're hiding. I rub Daehan's arm to soothe him, but Jungkook's face doesn't tell anything good. "Okay..." his happiness disappears and he stands up from the bench on which we are to leave the room.

My tears roll down my cheeks, even though I tried hard to keep them in my eyes. I peck my brother's cheek but do something to drift his mind away. "Hey, my baby, look what I did," I show the ridiculous and unfinished drawing I made.

"This is beautiful," he opines in front of what I find ugly. "Beautiful? Are you trying to be kind with your sister?" I grin and look at him as I wiped my tears away. He sends the same expression back, to my greatest relief, and nods. "It is pretty, just like you."

Wait. I don't know how to take this. What I did is ugly, but he says it's pretty like me. Does he mean by this, that I'm beautiful in my own way but ugly...?

"I'm as pretty as this plant?"

"No, you're way prettier my cuddle," he gazes up at me, with the most heartwarming beam. I kiss him, squeezing his cheeks with my hands. "You're the best little brother on this earth, my baby."

"And you're the best, prettiest sister on this earth, my cuddle," he turns around to wrap his arms around me and rests his head on my chest. I pass my hand through his hair and drop a kiss on his forehead.

The door of the room suddenly opens, revealing Jungkook. "Y/N...can you come give me a hand...?" he asks in a low voice, meaning that nothing but something bad is going on in his head. I nod and kiss Daehan, telling him I'm going to come back quickly, before standing up and following my husband.

He drags me to the kitchen but leans on one of the counter, his arms crossed against his chest to look into my eyes. "What is wrong, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?" I act fool. In no way I will be able to tell him the truth, I know how much this will hurt him to know that the boy he loves so much is sad because of him.

"You know it...please...don't hide anything from me and just tell me what's going on with Daehan. I saw you when you walked out of the room, do you think I didn't notice you cried?"

"I didn't-"

"No, Y/N," he cuts me off, with one of his hand that he slightly lifted up to put a full stop at my lies. He's being serious, his stern voice is so authoritative that my body shivers every time he talks like this. "We promised to each other we would never lie but only tell the truth no matter what, so even if it's something that could hurt me, I want you to tell me what is happening."

"It's about Daehan..." I avert his sharp eyes staring into my soul. "What's wrong about him?"

"He believes you love Kiran more..." I let out, telling the truth as we promised. "The drawings you saw on the table that was ripped in two...he made them earlier and was about to give one of them to you, but I think that once he saw you have all your attention over Kiran when we were in the living room, it broke his heart, and that's why he went into his bedroom to tear the drawings and cry in his bed..."

I look up at him, not hearing anything come from him. His eyes are directed down to the ground, but the tears being shed by him are perceivable. "Did he cry because of me...?"

"It was not because of you but-"

"Yes, it was," he raises his head up, looking at me with sorrow and fiddling with his lips nervously like he always does once he's stressed out. "He cried because of me, and that's why he wanted to stay close to you but not me...I hurt him..."

"Stop saying that, Jungkook," I step towards him to place my hands on his arms and keep my eyes into his. "You didn't hurt him, you just take care of your son so perfectly that you cannot look over my little brother at the same time. It's totally normal, and I understand that you want to be with your baby all the time, don't blame yourself, Jungkook. Okay?"

"I was so scared that this might happen and now..." his voice shakes, his eyes not looking into mine, I cup his face and brush my thumbs over his wet cheeks. "It's alright baby, you can't feel bad about something like that."

"Does he hate me...?" he looks at me, tearing my heart apart with the gaze full of strong but bad emotions. "He doesn't, he's just a little bit sad but he's fine. If he feels like that it's only because he loves you a lot honey."

"I love him a lot too...I can't believe he's sad because of me..." he sobs but wraps his arms around me to nestle his head in the crook of my neck. "That's the last thing I wanted to see...I don't know how, or what to do to give the same love and attention to them..."

"It's all right, Jungkook. I know you love them both the same way," I rub his back to call him down and reassure him. "You give them both all the attention and love they deserve  honey. Don't think you're doing anything bad."

"I love you so much baby..." he makes his clasp more snug and presses his lips on my cheek. "I love you too, honey. Stop crying now. You're making me sad."

"Okay," he snivels and kisses my temple to keep me against him.

•••

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I hold Daehan tightly into my arms and walk inside his bedroom, his head resting on my shoulder, he doesn't say anything to continue behaving the same way he did all day long. I turn on the night light placed on his nightstand and push the blanket away from the mattress to both lie down together. This day has been complicated after what I've got to know about him and his feelings. Once I knew he was sad because of me, I tried my best to show him how much I love him and reassure him, but I think that's going to take more than just some hours. This breaks my heart.

"Are you okay, my baby?" I whisper and pass my hand over his side, covering his body with the blanket. I want him to realize that he means the world to me, and that he is as important as my son is to me.

He nods, not expressing any love or anything that makes me feel happy.

I pass my fingers through his hair, looking into his eyes. I kiss his forehead. "You know I love you a lot, my little baby, right?"

He rubs his eyes, not responding to my statement. I brush his cheeks with my fingers, "Are you angry with me?"

He shakes his head.

"I love you as much as I love Kiran, baby," I let the words out, feeling like it's more than necessary given the way he's distant with me. "Do you know how much my heart aches when I see you not smiling?"

"Why do you always talk about him more...? I feel invisible when Kiran is with you..." he gazes down. I cannot even hold my tears back, hearing him say all those things are worse than being stabbed in the heart. "Sweetheart...you're not invisible...you're my baby that I love more than anything..." I hold him against me, embracing him in my arms. "I don't love any of you more than the other."

"Do you care about me as much as cuddle does...?"

"Of course I do," I peck his cheek. "You can't even imagine how much I care about you."

"Do you really mean it Jungkook...or you're lying to make me happy...?" he slightly sobs, his voice filled with sadness echoing through the room quietly. I wipe my tears away while averting my eyes from his for some seconds. I draw him closer to me and hold him tight. "I mean it, Daehan...I love you so much, I would never lie to you...I promise that if I ever did something that hurt you, I won't ever do it again but do anything to make you feel better and see how much you mean the world to me."

"I trust you,b Jungkook..." he wraps one arm around me. "I love you, my baby," I press my lips on his wet cheeks and wipe the tears caused by me away. "I love you too Kookie..." he closes his eyes, his head resting against my chest.

This had to open, I knew this would be hard to avoid it, but now I'll do everything possible to cherish both of the children that I love equally and make my wife happy at the same time. Our couple has always went through hard things without ever drifting apart, we will work on this like we always do and make our babies happy, we will make each other happy even if we sometimes have to fight over stupid things, we will always love each other because nothing, or no one will make us separate. I'll love her, Daehan, and my child or children that I will have in the future, till the day I die, and nothing will change that.

The end.