It was another day, a quiet yet expectant morning in the grand estate. The sun streamed through the vast windows, casting a golden glow upon the polished floors, filling the home with a warmth that rivaled the one already residing within its walls. The air carried a certain weight to it, an anticipation that lingered in every breath. Jungkook’s due date was near—any day, any hour, or even any minute, their family would grow by one more.
Because of this, Taehyung had made the decision to work from home, unwilling to be even a step too far from Jungkook in case he needed him. His work files and laptop were spread neatly across the coffee table as he sat on the sectional sofa in the spacious living room. His posture was relaxed yet attentive, fingers skimming over the keyboard as he worked on some reports, occasionally glancing toward the staircase, half expecting to hear Jungkook call for him at any moment.
On the plush rug nearby, Byeol was immersed in her own little world, playing with her dollhouse. The miniature structure was adorned with tiny furniture pieces, and her small hands carefully arranged the dolls inside, setting up a scene only she could fully understand. She was nibbling on her favorite snack, crumbs occasionally falling onto her soft pink dress, but she was too engaged to care.
“Daddy,” she called out, her voice cheerful and animated, capturing Taehyung’s attention.
He looked up from his work, his sharp gaze softening the moment it landed on his daughter. “Yes, sweetheart?” he responded, resting his elbow on the sofa’s armrest, now fully focused on her.
Byeol’s eyes lit up as she enthusiastically began recounting her day. “I met a new friend at kindergarten today!” she said, her tiny hands waving excitedly in the air.
Taehyung smiled, intrigued by her excitement. “Oh? Tell me about her.”
“She’s really sweet and kind! Her name is Hana, and she sits next to me in class,” Byeol said, her voice carrying the unfiltered joy of childhood. “She shared her fruit snacks with me at lunchtime because I told her I liked strawberry flavor the best!”
Taehyung chuckled softly, nodding along. “That’s very nice of her. Did you share your snack with her too?”
Byeol beamed, nodding eagerly. “Yes! I gave her my chocolate cookies! She said she loves chocolate, so I told her I’ll bring extra next time so we can share again!”
Taehyung’s heart melted at the innocence of her words. He reached out, gently patting her head. “That’s my good girl. Sharing and being kind to your friends is important.”
Byeol giggled, enjoying the praise. “She even said we can be best friends!” she added proudly, her cheeks glowing with happiness.
Taehyung leaned back slightly, admiring the way her eyes sparkled with joy. There was something so pure, so untouched by the harshness of the world, in the way children formed bonds. No prejudices, no expectations—just warmth and the simple desire to be friends.
“Then she must be a very lucky girl to have you as her best friend,” Taehyung said with a fond smile.
Byeol blushed a little but giggled, returning to her dollhouse as she hummed a small tune, clearly pleased with her new friendship.
Taehyung sighed, shifting his gaze toward the staircase once more, wondering if Jungkook was awake yet. These days, Jungkook needed all the rest he could get, and Taehyung made sure he had everything he needed before he even had to ask.
But still, a part of him couldn’t shake the worry that lingered in his chest. Any moment now, their lives would change again. Another tiny soul would join their family, another person he would dedicate his life to protecting.
