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Seokjin's steps slowed as he goes down the stairs, he watched a reflection in the mirror, his eyes lingering on the sight of his husband busy in the dining room, preparing food. There was something comforting about the way Jungkook moved, but a sense of distance lingered in the air. Seokjin hesitated, trying to be careful not to disturb him-he didn't want to cause more tension than there already was.

But Jungkook sensed his presence. He turned to face him with that signature smile, the one that could melt anyone's heart.

"Yeobo," Jungkook said, his voice light and warm, "I made your favorite food-gochang samgyeopsal and kimchi rice!"

Seokjin only gave him a quick glance, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he allowed Jungkook to pull the chair out for him and sat down. Jungkook's smile didn't fade, still wide and genuine, but Seokjin could feel the weight of the unspoken words between them.

Jungkook gently placed a serving of rice on his husband's plate, his movements careful, almost tentative.

"About last night..." Jungkook started, but Seokjin interrupted him before he could say more.

"Forget it," Seokjin replied coldly, his voice flat, as if erasing the night before could somehow erase the pain that lingered in his chest. His gaze didn't meet Jungkook's.

Jungkook's movements slowed at the dismissive tone, his hand halting mid-air as he caught the hint of distance growing between them. He wanted to clear things up, but it felt like every word he spoke only pushed them farther apart.

"Hyungie," Jungkook's voice softened, a mix of guilt and frustration in his tone. "I know you're upset, but I'm upset too. And-"

"I said forget it!" Seokjin snapped, his patience snapping. He grabbed the napkin from the table, crumpling it roughly in his hands before throwing it onto the table with a frustrated motion. "Just move on, Jungkook. You know what?" He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. His eyes flashed with hurt as he faced the younger man. "I'm done."

Jungkook froze, his heart sinking at Seokjin's words. The room felt suddenly colder, the air thick with unresolved tension. Seokjin gave him one last devastated look, before pushing the chair back and standing to leave. Jungkook's chest tightened as his husband walked away, the distance between them growing with every step.

Seokjin reached the doorway, but before he could step out, Jungkook called out softly, his voice barely a whisper. "Kim Seokjin."

Seokjin stopped, and turned his head slightly. His eyes met Jungkook's, but there was no warmth left in them-only a quiet, aching sorrow.

"Take care," Jungkook said, his voice trembling with the weight of everything left unsaid. It was almost like a farewell, and the finality of it stung more than he expected.

Seokjin didn't respond immediately. His gaze softened for a brief moment, but the sharpness of his features returned quickly, and with a slight nod, he turned away once more.

"Goodbye.. Hyungie," Jungkook murmured, the words heavy and low, barely audible in the silence. It almost sounded like he was saying goodbye to something more than just the argument. Seokjin heard it, but he didn't turn around again. He didn't look back. With the last of his resolve, he stepped out, leaving Jungkook alone in the cold, echoing silence of the dining room.

***

The moment he stepped inside his house, a wave of happiness washed over his soul. There was something incredibly comforting about being in this space-memories lingered in every corner, wrapping him in a sense of ease and freedom. The walls seemed to whisper the stories of his past, each room holding a piece of his journey.

The paintings scattered throughout the house were more than just decoration; they were windows into his childhood, capturing moments of joy, mischief, and growth. Each stroke of color told a story, reminding him of simpler times when the world felt vast and full of possibility.

In the living room, the old photo albums lay on the table, filled with pictures of their first met, birthdays, and holidays spent with each other's family. He smiled as his mind wandered to the days when his favorite playmate would chase him around the house, calling him by his favorite petname

"Kookie!"
"Hey! Wait for me, Kookie!"
"Be careful! You should listen to your hyungie!"
" Kookie, it's delicious! Try it"
" Kookie, let hyungie do that"
" Kookie, I'd go up- stay here! It's not safe!"
" Kookie, stop doing that, it'll hurt you!"

As if his words could shape his future. He was always there, guiding him, protecting him, and, more than anything, urging him to follow the path he thought was best for him.

He also remembered how his mother had used the house to teach him a lessons
Jungkook hid this house from anyone, but his Mom found it.. and those secrets he's been hiding there was revealed on her.

"Don't make me burn your house son, try me!"

Because she knows Jungkook will do everything for his favorite place.

Now, as he stood in the center of the room, it was clear: the house wasn't just a place he lived secretly-it was a part of who he was. It carried the weight of his past, but it also offered him a space to breathe, to find peace, and to finally understand that the journey ahead was his to define.

Jungkook gently set down his luggage, the familiar weight of it no longer bothering him as he took in the sight of his home. His hands instinctively moved to his baby bump, resting there as if to comfort both himself and the little life growing inside him. With a soft, almost reverent tone, he whispered, "Baby, welcome to my safe place. Appa needs time to heal. From now on, this will be your home, too-just like it is for your father. He may not see it, but I've been in love with him for so long"

He stood still for a moment, his gaze falling upon the collection of photographs and magazine covers displayed proudly on the walls. In particular, he found himself staring at the framed pictures of Seokjin, winning competitions from the very beginning of his athletic career. Jungkook couldn't help but smile, a mixture of pride and admiration swelling in his chest.

"I've been like a creep, quietly following him from the start of his journey," Jungkook murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "He never knew, though. He was always too focused on his goals to notice. But baby, every accomplishment, every milestone-I've been there, even if he couldn't see me."

Jungkook moved closer to the wall, gently running his fingers over the glass frames. "Your Appa's and your other father's childhood is all here," he continued, his voice thick with emotion. "I've collected everything. All the memories, all the moments that made them who they are today. Every little piece of their past is in this house. And now, it's part of you, too."

His heart swelled as he looked around, feeling the weight of all the love, sacrifice, and history that filled the space. This house wasn't just made of bricks and wood-it was built from years of dedication, dreams, and quiet moments constructed by unselfish love. Jungkook felt a deep sense of responsibility, not just for himself but for the family he was raising within these walls. The past, present, and future were all interwoven here, and as he stood in the heart of it, he knew this was where he and his child would grow, heal, and create new memories together..

Even without Seokjin. He was thankful enough if those little memories they created together. Even though Seokjin wasn't give him the love like he used to give Tae, still having him as a father of his unborn child gives him a sense of happiness.

A seed of love that no one can ever take away from him.

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