Destined by fate 💜

54. Birthday party .

The shrill sound of the alarm echoed in the otherwise silent room, disturbing the peaceful sleep of the couple cuddled together on the large bed. The curtains were all drawn shut, blocking out the morning light, leaving the room wrapped in a warm, dim glow. Only the soft light from the bedside lamp illuminated the space.

The alarm rang for the second time before Jungkook finally stirred awake. He blinked his sleepy eyes and reached out towards the nightstand to switch it off.

'6:00 AM,' he noted, rubbing his eyes slowly. He remembered setting the alarm last night. Today was their baby's birthday and there was so much to do. But more than anything, Jungkook wanted to be the first to wish his baby again, once the little fluff ball woke up.

Letting out a soft yawn, Jungkook looked down.

His heartbeat slowed at the sight before him. Taehyung was curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly like a baby who had finally found comfort. His husband's flushed cheek was nestled right between his full breasts, the soft weight of his head pressing deeper into the warm valley of his chest with every slow breath.

Taehyung's nose was buried between the soft curves, lips parted slightly as he exhaled warm puffs of air over Jungkook's skin.

Jungkook's top had slipped slightly down during sleep, the silky strap resting halfway down his shoulder, exposing the smooth swell of his upper chest. Yet Taehyung looked so content there, as if that exact place was made just for him.

One of Taehyung's arms was wrapped tightly around Jungkook's waist, the veins on his forearm slightly bulging, as though even in sleep, he needed to hold Jungkook as close as possible.

Taehyung was lying comfortably between Jungkook's parted legs. The hem of Jungkook's silky shorts barely covered anything, riding up due to the position. His supple thighs brushed against the fabric of Taehyung's track pants, the rough texture of the cloth teasing his flushed skin, sending a tingle through his body with every subtle shift.

The soft glow from the lamp bathed Taehyung's sleeping face in golden light. His plump lips were pouted, his lashes resting softly on his cheeks. His perfectly shaped brows were relaxed and his cheek looked even chubbier than usual as it squished against Jungkook's breasts .

Jungkook's eyes welled up with tears, his heart swelling with emotion as he gazed down at the man in his arms.

Without saying a word, he lifted his hand and gently ran his fingers through Taehyung's soft mullet, the strands still a little damp from sweat . The lingering scent of his favorite shampoo filled Jungkook's senses, grounding him in the warmth of the moment. He tucked a few loose locks behind Taehyung's ear, his touch featherlight, careful not to wake him.

Then he leaned down, brushing a tender kiss to Taehyung's forehead.

The world might know Kim Taehyung as the cold and composed CEO - the man who could silence boardrooms with a single glance, who walked in suits like they were stitched onto his skin, always poised, always powerful. But here, under the dim golden light of their bedroom, he was none of that. Just a sleepy boy, tangled in warm blankets and tucked safely in Jungkook's arms. His breath slow and even, cheek nuzzled against Jungkook's chest like it belonged there, his long lashes fluttering against soft skin. One arm lazily draped across Jungkook's waist and the other curled up like a kitten's paw near his chin. This was the Taehyung no one else got to see ; the man who could only fall asleep to the steady rhythm of Jungkook's heartbeat who found his home not in mansions or titles but in the curve of Jungkook's embrace.

And Jungkook smiled, his heart aching in the softest way.

Because behind all the power and poise, Taehyung was just his baby.