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The next day dawned with a peaceful rhythm. Jungkook stood in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling pancakes filling the air. His hands moved deftly, flipping pancakes with practiced ease as he glanced at the dining table where Hyejin sat, sipping her coffee and catching up on life. Their conversation drifted to family, and Jungkook inquired warmly, "How are your parents doing? I hope their health is okay."
Hyejin smiled faintly, setting her cup down. "They're fine, but they're always asking about you. It's been a while since you visited. You should come by sometime."
Jungkook nodded. "I will. Maybe we’ll make it a family trip. Taehee and Jiwoo would love to see them."
Just then, the pitter-patter of tiny feet echoed through the hall, and Taehee and Jiwoo burst into the kitchen, their faces glowing with joy. "Good morning, eomma!" they chorused, running to Jungkook and wrapping their small arms around his legs.
Jungkook’s face lit up, his hands pausing mid-motion as he bent down to kiss their foreheads. "Good morning, my loves. Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice soft with affection.
Hyejin, watching the scene unfold, let out a mocking laugh. "They call you eomma? Are you a woman now?" Her tone was teasing but carried an edge that made Jungkook’s smile falter.
He straightened, glancing briefly at her before turning his attention back to his children. "Eomma isn’t about being a man or a woman," he said calmly, placing a hand on Taehee’s head. "It’s about being the one who nurtures, cares, and provides a safe space. That’s the role I play in their lives."
Hyejin’s laughter dwindled, replaced by a raised brow and a skeptical smirk. "I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just... unusual."
Jungkook crouched to Taehee and Jiwoo’s level, brushing a strand of Jiwoo’s hair behind her ear. "Who am I to you?" he asked gently, his eyes warm.
"Eomma," Jiwoo replied without hesitation, her voice filled with innocence and certainty.
Taehee chimed in enthusiastically, "Eomma is the best! You make the yummiest food and always hug us when we’re sad."
Jungkook chuckled, his heart swelling with love. "See?" he said, glancing back at Hyejin. "It’s not about what the world thinks a title should mean. It’s about what they feel. And they feel loved and safe calling me eomma."
Hyejin shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her smirk fading into a thoughtful expression. "I suppose that makes sense. You do suit the role," she murmured, her tone softer now.
Jungkook returned to the stove, his movements steady as he plated the pancakes and poured juice for the children. "It’s not about suiting the role," he said quietly. "It’s about being there for them when they need me. And that’s all that matters."
As the children climbed into their chairs, giggling and chatting about their plans for the day, the moment of tension dissipated. Yet, in the back of his mind, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel the sting of Hyejin’s comment, a reminder of the judgment society often placed on those who dared to redefine roles with love as their guide.
Jungkook stood by the stove, a soft hum escaping his lips as he flipped the golden pancakes, the kitchen filling with the aroma of butter and maple syrup. The gentle clatter of utensils and the giggles of Taehee and Jiwoo created a warm, lively atmosphere. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Hyejin subtly adjusting her blouse, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and sitting up straighter.
