Destined by fate 💜

52 . Intimacy.

Jungkook took the freshly washed clothes to their combined closet. Their maid had just brought them in....and since Taehyung was with their baby, Jungkook decided to arrange the closet until then.

"Taehyung, you better cut his nails before I come back," Jungkook warned, already halfway through the room, pointing his finger dramatically like a strict mumma.

But to Taehyung... he didn't look strict at all.

His baby looked like an angry bunny.
A cute, fluffy bunny trying to act tough with puffed cheeks, pouting lips and wide doe eyes that sparkled even when he was annoyed.

Taehyung blinked at him, lips parting slightly in awe. His heart literally melted on the spot.

How was someone this cute even when scolding?

"Y-Yeah... okay," Taehyung mumbled, a tiny smile tugging at his lips as he watched his precious baby bunny stomp off with a huff --- his oversized white hoodie bouncing behind him and his soft brown hair swaying with every step.

If love had a shape... it would look exactly like Jeon Jungkook in that moment.

And just like that, his beautiful baby disappeared behind the door, leaving Taehyung alone with the most dangerous task of the day-cutting their baby's nails.

It was always Jungkook, Jin hyung or Mrs Kim who handled it. They were the brave ones. The chosen warriors. But today... the responsibility was handed to him.

And suddenly... Taehyung felt sweat forming on his forehead.

He had attended countless business meetings, cracked the toughest deals in the corporate world.....but this? This tiny task made his hands tremble.

Because apparently, the cutest fluffball in the world ----- the sunshine of their home, their 11 month-old baby transformed into a tiny hurricane when it came to cutting his nails.

Especially if his Kookie mumma wasn't there to hold him close and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

With Jungkook gone, the baby knew exactly how to act out. As if the whole world had turned upside down just because his mumma left the room.

Only Jin and Ha-rin had somehow unlocked the magical parenting code. They could tame his tantrums like pros.

But Taehyung?

Taehyung was just a soft dadda with a nervous smile and shaking hands, standing a few feet away from the bed----staring at his energetic little lion cub, who looked far too innocent for the chaos he was about to unleash.

"How can someone so tiny be this dramatic..." Taehyung whispered to himself, already feeling the sweat forming on his forehead.

But even then, his heart swelled with love. Because brat or not....this tiny human was his whole world.

And he would take every tantrum, every scratch, every squeal... just for one gummy smile from his angel.

Taehyung glanced at his baby who was sitting right in the middle of their soft bed, surrounded by toys like a prince on his throne.

The baby had just been breastfed by Jungkook a while ago, so now he was full of energy-laughing, squealing, kicking his tiny feet in the air.

His tiny chubby hands were clutching an Iron Man toy, holding it like it was his best friend. The baby kept making the poor superhero crash into a bright red car over and over again. And each time Iron Man tumbled and fell dramatically onto the bed, the baby would burst into a fit of giggles---his whole body shaking with laughter, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.