Flying first class| Taekook

Chapter 4 🌷

Taehyung woke up to the sound of soft giggles and the first thing his eyes landed on were those big, sparkling doe eyes. For a moment, the world stilled. Those eyes were so clear, so full of light—it felt like they held the entire morning sun in them. His heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook was on his bed, playing peek-a-boo with Yunhee, who was giggling uncontrollably, kicking his tiny legs into the air. The room was filled with warmth, with laughter, with a sense of something he hadn't known he was missing.

Taehyung's gaze never left Jungkook's face, caught up in the softness of his expressions, the way his lashes fluttered when he smiled. "Beautiful," he mumbled, the word slipping out before he could catch it.

Jungkook looked up, as if he didn't hear it. "Oh look, your daddy is finally awake," he cooed, lifting Yunhee by the arms and making him stand with a little wobble. "Isn't he looking great for his first day with a nanny?"

And just like that, the realization hit Taehyung. Having someone for Yunhee meant not needing Jungkook anymore. Meant Jungkook leaving. The room, the bed, the mornings like this—they would all be over.

"You're leaving?" he asked quietly, sitting up as Jungkook gently passed Yunhee into his arms.

"I thought I'd meet the caretaker before I go," Jungkook replied with a soft smile. "And I've already ordered breakfast. It's a busy day for me, and I figure—we could have one last meal together before I head out."

He stood to adjust his clothes, neatly tucking in the hem of his shirt into his waistband. For the first time, Taehyung noticed how Jungkook's shirt hugged his body—his waist was narrow, almost delicate, in contrast to the strength of his broad shoulders.

"Taehyung?"

He blinked, catching Jungkook's hand waving in front of his face.

"Yeah, of course—I'll just wash up and join you," he said quickly, shaking himself out of the daze.

"I'll take him," Jungkook offered, reaching for Yunhee with practiced ease. "We've been up and playing since early morning. I figured I'd soak up all the time because its our last day together."

He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Yunhee's cheek before walking out toward the dining table, the sound of his steps light against the wooden floor.

Washing his face, Taehyung stared at his reflection, trying to pull himself together. The water was cold against his skin, grounding him, but the feeling in his chest was harder to shake. It was strange—the urge to freeze time, to hold this quiet, domestic morning exactly as it was. The warmth, the laughter, the way Jungkook's voice filled the room.

But Taehyung was a realist. He always had been. No matter how much it tugged at his heart, he reminded himself that Jungkook was never meant to stay. This was temporary. That had been clear from the start.

And this—this bittersweet ache—was simply part of the end.

Accepting it with quiet resignation, he dried his face and walked out like an adult who knew how to let go.

The sunlight spilled through the windows, casting soft golden streaks across the kitchen floor. Jungkook stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, carefully mashing a ripe banana in a small ceramic bowl. Beside it, a plate of steamed sweet potato sat cooling, already cut into tiny, manageable chunks, mashed mostly.

Taehyung leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with a quiet smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're really going all in," he commented, eyes flicking between the bowl and Jungkook's focused expression.