Destined by fate 💜

43. A Game Of Temptation .

"KIM TAEHYUNG!"

"Mrs. KIM TAEHYUNG!"

Jungkook’s voice echoed dramatically through the spacious room, his pout deepening as he sat on the plush bed, arms crossed like a sulking child.

The little baby seated beside him flinched at the sudden outburst, his big doe eyes blinking up at his parents in confusion.

It had been four days since their visit to Juhu Beach, and in that time, they had explored nearly every famous spot in Mumbai. From local markets to high-end shopping districts, from tasting street food to visiting the "Kim" branch here, their vacation had been nothing short of memorable.

But now, with only four days left before they returned to Seoul, the elders had suggested they rest at home—spending time with each other before work and responsibilities took over again.

And yet, here they were

Bickering

Jungkook huffed, flopping back onto the bed dramatically. "Taehyungie, I need Pani Puri," he whined, dragging out the last words, making sure his voice was extra soft and pitiful.

Taehyung, who stood near the wardrobe, arms folded tightly across his chest, let out a slow breath through his nose. His sharp gaze was locked onto Jungkook, his stance unyielding.

"No," Taehyung stated firmly, his deep voice unwavering. "You’re not having it. It’s unhealthy."

Jungkook sat up instantly, looking personally offended. "Unhealthy?" he gasped, placing a hand over his chest as if Taehyung had just declared war. "Taehyung, how could you? After everything we’ve been through?" His doe eyes widened dramatically. "I thought you cared about me."

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to remain unaffected by Jungkook’s cuteness. "Jungkook, don’t start. You’ve been eating Pani Puri every single day since we got here. That’s enough."

"But—"

"No buts."

Jungkook pouted, turning to his little bubba, who sat between them, happily chewing on his tiny fingers.

With a sudden burst of determination, Jungkook picked up the baby and held him up towards Taehyung, like Simba being presented in The Lion King

"Look at him, Taehyungie !" Jungkook cried. "Even our son wants me to have Pani Puri!"

The baby simply giggled, flashing his toothless smile at his mumma, clapping his tiny hands together. Jungkook gasped. "See?! He agrees with me!" He turned to Taehyung with hopeful eyes, rocking the baby gently in his arms.

Taehyung, however, remained unmoved, his eyes narrowing as he stepped towards them. "Jungkook, stop using our child as a shield," he said, pulling the baby into his own arms before placing him safely back on the bed.

Jungkook groaned, flopping onto the mattress again. "You’re so mean, Taehyungie," he whined, voice muffled against the pillows.

Taehyung rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small, fond smile that tugged at his lips. This bunny was impossible. But he wasn’t giving in—not this time.

"Jungkook, I care about you ," Taehyung said, crouching down to Jungkook’s level and brushing a few strands of messy black hair away from his forehead. His voice was softer now, but still firm. "And because I care about you , I won’t let you eat junk food every day."

Jungkook peeked up through his lashes, his lower lip jutting out. "But it’s so good."

Taehyung shook his head, standing up again. "End of discussion. Now, I have work to do." He turned towards the closet, reaching for his office file.