The Power Of Love

Chapter 2

The next morning wasn't how Jungkook expected it to be, full of chaos, noise of crying echoing around the house. Everyone in the house trying to console Ahyeon who was crying her lungs out, throwing a tantrum just because her father and brother didn't wake her up for pizza previous night.

When she saw the reheated slice served in her plate, the first thought that would come to a baby's mind would be that they were given less and everybody had more than her and enjoyed devouring it without including her.

"You and Jungie ate all of the pizza and when you couldn't eat more you left the letfothers for me. I don't want to eat now." She speaks in between her sobs, her voice coming out muffled because of the big bite of pizza stuffed in her mouth the sauce covering the corners of her tiny lips.

Yes this sly little girl definitely will not not eat the pizza.

"What did she say? Left the what for her?" Jungkook asks Junghyun with a confused tone. She knew words but picking them from here and there, being a toddler she couldn't pronounce those big difficult words just yet.

Junghyun laughs which only makes Ahyeon cry louder in annoyance. "She means leftovers dada."

Jungkook glances at her daughter eyes squinting with a little frown when he sees there's not even a single tear in those big round eyes similar to her appa's.

Jungkook takes away the plate of pizza that was in front of Ahyeon and hands it to his son. "Since you said you don't want leftovers, might as well give it to your brother, he'll have it." Jungkook casually says to his daughter, the tease hidden behind those words which the little girl didn't understand.

Lifting those puppy eyes up with a pout she snatches the plate from her brother hands. "I'll eat it just because I'm tarving, but I'm still hangry."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face and he glances towards Junghyun.

"Angry yeonie, it's angry and not tarving we say starving." He corrects her sister.

Her pout deepens as she tries to pronounce the word correctly in murmurs but instead new words are formed each time. Her vocabulary won't improve in a day and that makes the son and father chuckle. Those incorrect words coming out from those teeny tiny lips were just too adorable to handle.

Jungkook dropped both the kids to the school and now he was off to his studio.

On the busy streets of the commercial area of Seoul stood the elegant building with all it's pride, the Jeon Arts Studio. After years of hard work, passion and dedication was Jungkook able to build his own studio. Jungkook was a photographer and a director. He covered big events held all over the country like birthdays and wedding of celebrities, any political coverage like international conferences etc.

His studio building was huge with spacious halls for various purposes. The most common use was the shootings for dramas, commercials and brand photoshoots. And today was one such shoot. The hall was filled with with models from every corner of the country.

The theme of the commercial was to represent various foods from all the provinces in Korea. The brand was some company that produces oils from different crops found from around the country. Mainly from the villages and rural areas there.

And Jungkook had to direct this commercial. It's was going to be a busy day. Jungkook sighed as he mentally prepared himself for all the tasks he had to finish by the end of the day.

Twirling around his office chair he studies his schedule for the day.

"Morning Jungkook." Yoongi, his assistant comes inside the office.