Destined by fate 💜

51. Office Tour.

It had been two days since everyone returned from their vacation. The memories were still fresh---laughter echoing in the air, the soft rustling of the sea breeze, shared meals filled with jokes and teasing, and nights that ended with heartfelt conversations.

But like every beautiful chapter, it too had come to an end.

As soon as they landed back in Seoul, the Jeons returned to their own home.

Jungkook, of course, felt a strange emptiness settle in his chest. Even though he was back home with Taehyung and their baby, something about the sudden silence in the house tugged at his heart. His parents, his elder brother-his own family---had gone back to their place.

It wasn't like they left with cold goodbyes. No, his eomma had kissed his forehead three times before leaving, whispering a small prayer under her breath. His father had hugged him tightly, patting his back with a proud smile that never needed words.

Jimin had tousled his hair like always, promising to visit again soon. But even with all that, Jungkook still stood at the door for a few seconds longer than needed after they drove off, blinking back the tears that threatened to blur his vision.

He had missed them dearly before the vacation, and having them around again---even for just a few days---had filled his heart in ways he didn't realise he needed.

The warmth of his mother's cooking, the way his father sat with him late at night talking about life, and the way his hyung teased him over the smallest things---it had all wrapped around Jungkook like a blanket of familiarity and comfort.

And now that they were gone, he felt like a part of that blanket had been pulled away.

But he understood. His father had important meetings scheduled . Life was moving, and everyone had to go with its flow.

Still, as Jungkook walked back into the house that now felt just a little quieter, a little stiller... he felt a tug on his sleeve.

It was his baby, looking up at him with bright, curious eyes---eyes that were a mirror of his own. And behind his baby stood Taehyung, with a soft smile on his face, arms open in silent comfort.

And just like that, Jungkook smiled too. Because this was his home now---this was his family. And he was exactly where he was meant to be.

It took a little while for the Kims to settle back into their grand mansion after returning from the vacation. The house stood tall and elegant as ever, but it had missed its people. It felt like even the walls sighed in relief when the family returned---filling the space once again with footsteps, voices, and warmth.

The workers had arrived a day before their return, cleaning each corner with care, dusting the vintage frames and velvet drapes, arranging fresh flowers in the vases, and making sure the rooms smelled like home.

Everything had been set up just the way Mrs. Kim Harin liked---spotless, cozy, and welcoming.

Still, despite all the preparations, Harin had insisted that no one should rush back into their usual routines.

"Home is meant to breathe you in again," she had said while fluffing the cushions on the couch, "not smother you with responsibilities the moment you step in."

She wanted everyone to rest, to soak in the feeling of home again, to breathe without urgency.

And Jungkook? He was doing just that. Resting, cherishing, holding on to every soft second.

His internship at Park Industries was set to begin soon. The clock was already ticking, and the thought of being away from home, even for a few hours a day, made his chest ache a little. So for now, he was clinging to every chance to be close to his loved ones.