silent symphony

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It was a quiet evening, the golden hues of the setting sun spilling softly through the large windows of their bedroom.

Taehyung was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor, absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of his oversized sweater. His usually bright, glowing aura seemed dimmed, weighed down by an invisible burden.

Jungkook noticed it immediately. His omega hadn't laughed the same way all day, and even little Hana's cheerful giggles hadn't sparked Taehyung's usual radiant smile.

Setting his phone aside, Jungkook walked over and knelt down in front of him, gently resting his hands on Taehyung's knees.

"Baby?" he called softly, tilting his head to catch Taehyung's eyes. "What's going on? You've been so quiet."

Taehyung hesitated, his lips were quivering as his fingers trembled over his lap. Slowly, he raised his hands to sign, his eyes were glistening with tears.

"Will our baby hate me... because I can't speak?"

The question hit Jungkook harder than any blow ever could. His heart clenched as he watched Taehyung's expression crumble, silent tears sliding down his cheeks.

Before Taehyung could look away in shame, Jungkook cupped his face, thumbs wiping away the tears as fast as they could fall.

"Hey... look at me, baby," Jungkook whispered, his voice was shaking with emotion. "Don't you ever say that again."

Taehyung sniffled, his watery eyes meeting Jungkook's.

"Our baby loves you because you're her mama. You gave her life, you hold her, you love her... and she feels that, Tae. She doesn't need words to know how much you adore her."

Jungkook pressed soft kisses on Taehyung's damp cheeks, his forehead, and finally his lips.

"To Hana, your love is louder than any words could ever be. She lights up the second you walk into the room, baby. You see it, don't you?

Taehyung's lips wobbled, his hands shakily forming another sign.

"But... what if she wants to hear me say 'I love you'? I can't... I can't give her that."

Jungkook gently pressed their foreheads together, breathing him in.

"She doesn't need to hear it. She already knows it. In every hug, every kiss, every time you hold her close. And if words ever matter to her... I'll be your voice, okay? We'll tell her together."

Taehyung finally broke down, burying his face in Jungkook's shoulder as he cried softly, and Jungkook just held him, rocking him gently, whispering over and over, "You're perfect. The best mama in the whole world. Our baby is so lucky to have you."

Jungkook just held him through it all, rocking him gently while whispering, "You're enough, my baby. More than enough. For both me and her. Always."

After a while, Taehyung calmed down, and they spent the rest of the evening with Jungkook showing Taehyung baby sign language videos, promising, "She'll learn to sign, too. She'll talk with you in your language, baby. I promise."

Taehyung smiled softly through his tears, finally feeling a little lighter.

Gradually,It became one of the most heartwarming things in the jeon household.

No matter where Hana was-whether lying in her crib, resting on Jungkook's chest, or playing with her soft toys-the moment the delicate jingle of Taehyung's anklet echoed through the room, her little head would turn instantly, eyes sparkle with recognition.