Our Babyboy

Chapter 14

The mansion echoed with the sound of a small but powerful voice shouting "NWO! NWO! NWO!" over and over again. Taehyung, their little one, was sitting at the dining table, his face scrunched up in a pout as he glared at the bowl of vegetable soup and fried rice in front of him.

"Taetae don' wan' soup!" he shouted, crossing his arms and huffing as he looked between Jimin and Jungkook, his lips quivering with frustration.

Jimin stood in front of him with his arms folded, trying to keep a stern expression on his face. "Tae, we already talked about this. You need to eat your dinner. It's healthy and good for you," he said, his tone firm but not harsh.

But Taehyung wasn't having it. His little fists balled up on the table as his voice got louder. "No! Taetae no wike veggie soup! Dadda bad!" he wailed, tears brimming in his wide eyes as he turned his face away from the meal.

Jungkook, standing by Jimin's side, felt his heart twist seeing Taehyung so upset. He glanced at Jimin, his resolve wavering as he watched their little one struggle to hold back his tears. "Jiminie..." Jungkook began softly, his voice filled with concern.

But before he could say more, Jimin turned and gave him a sharp look, cutting him off. "Kook, we can't always give in to him," Jimin said firmly, his eyes steady as he addressed Jungkook. "We talked about this yesterday. He needs to follow a healthy diet, and I don't want to see our baby boy get sick."

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably, glancing back at Taehyung, who was now rubbing his eyes with his small hands, sniffling. "But Jiminie, he's just upset. Maybe we can make a compromise... something he likes along with the soup?"

Jimin sighed, his expression softening just a little as he looked at their little one. But he shook his head. "No, Kook. If we keep giving him what he wants every time he throws a tantrum, he'll never learn. We've already explained this to him, and he agreed yesterday. We can't go back on our word now."

Taehyung, still hearing his daddies talk, whimpered softly, his big eyes shimmering with tears. "Taetae not wuv soup... Dadda bwad," he mumbled under his breath, his voice small and hurt.

Jungkook's heart sank at the sight of his baby's sad face, but he knew Jimin was right. They had promised to help Taehyung stay healthy, and part of that was making sure he ate well. Still, the sight of Taehyung's tears made him feel torn between being the soft, comforting parent and supporting Jimin's efforts to be firm for their baby's well-being.

Jimin knelt down in front of Taehyung's chair, his voice softening as he cupped his little one's cheek. "Taetae, listen to Dadda, okay? I know you don't like the soup, but it's important for you to eat your veggies so you can grow strong. We love you, baby, and that's why we want you to eat well."

Taehyung sniffled, his bottom lip trembling as he leaned into Jimin's hand. "But... but Taetae don' wike it," he whispered, his voice breaking.

Jungkook knelt beside Jimin, placing a gentle hand on Taehyung's back. "Hey, buddy," he said softly, "how about you try just a little bit? If you drink some of your soup, we can watch a movie after dinner. Does that sound good?"

Taehyung blinked up at Jungkook, his tears still glistening, but the idea of a movie seemed to catch his attention. He hesitated, looking between both of his daddies, his little mind considering the offer.

Jimin smiled softly, sensing his baby was close to agreeing. "Come on, Taetae. Just a few spoons, okay? Then we can cuddle and watch your favorite movie."

Taehyung sniffed one last time before nodding slowly, reaching for his spoon with his tiny hand. "O-okay... Taetae twy..." he mumbled, scooping up a small spoonful of the soup and bringing it to his mouth.