silent symphony

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Jungkook sat silently for a moment, his arm wrapped securely around Taehyung. The warmth of the younger’s presence seemed to ease some of the tension in his chest.

Taehyung’s head rested against Jungkook’s shoulder while his soft breath creating a comforting rhythm in the quiet atmosphere.

Maria reappeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on her apron. “Dinner’s almost ready,” she announced, her eyes softening at the sight of the two of them. “Tae, why don’t you help me set the table?”

Taehyung perked up,  slipping off the sofa, He turned back to Jungkook with his eyes sparkling. “Come eat soon, Alpha. Maria’s food is the best!”He sighed.

Jungkook nodded, watching as Taehyung skipped off toward the dining room full of energy.

Once he was out of sight, Jungkook leaned back against the sofa again.

The memory of the Parks’ words played on a loop in his mind. “He deserves to know where he comes from.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He couldn’t deny the truth in their argument, but the thought of losing Taehyung—or even sharing him—made his blood boil.

Taehyung was his. He had married him, cared for him, protected him. The idea of anyone else stepping in felt like a threat to everything he had built.

But deep down, Jungkook knew it wasn’t about him. It was about Taehyung. And no matter how much he wanted to shield him from the truth, he couldn’t keep it from him forever.

Maria’s voice called from the dining room, snapping him out of his thoughts. “young master dinner’s ready!”

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook pushed himself off the sofa and headed toward the dining room.

For now, he would focus on the present—on Taehyung’s laughter, his smiles, and the small moments .

But he knew the clock was ticking, and the day would come when he would have to face the truth—and decide what was best for the boy he hold dear.

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The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in a warm, golden hue. Jungkook was laying on his back, one arm wrapped protectively around Taehyung, who nestled against his chest like a small, content kitten.

Jungkook stared at the ceiling, his mind was heavy with thoughts. He glanced down at Taehyung, who was absentmindedly tracing patterns on his shirt with his finger,holding a peaceful expression on his face. The sight made Jungkook’s heart clench.

“Pup,” Jungkook began softly, his deep voice breaking the silence.

Taehyung nodded against his chest, his eyes still focused on his little doodles.

“Your father is coming in few days” Jungkook said gently.

Taehyung froze for a moment, his finger pausing mid-pattern. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at Jungkook, his wide, doe-like eyes shimmering with excitement. “Really? My father? He’s coming here?”he signed fastly.

Jungkook nodded, his hand coming up to brush a stray lock of hair from Taehyung’s face. “Yes, pup. He’s coming here.”

Taehyung’s face lit up with a bright smile, his excitement bubbling over.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at Taehyung’s enthusiasm, but the weight of what was to come tempered his expression. He gently placed a hand on Taehyung’s cheek, guiding his gaze back to him.