"POSSESSION" II JJK X THV II 21+ TAEKOOK FF

24. Foreboding

The ride home was quiet, filled only with the soft murmurs of Taehyung humming to the baby in his arms.

The little girl, wrapped snugly in a pale pink blanket, was sleeping soundly against his chest, her tiny fingers peeking out and occasionally twitching as if reaching for something unseen. 

Jungkook, seated beside them, kept stealing glances at her. She was so small, so fragile. He still couldn't believe this was happening—this little girl was theirs now. 

As they pulled up to their penthouse, Taehyung carefully adjusted the baby in his arms before stepping out of the car.

Jungkook followed closely, his protective instincts already kicking in as he hovered near them, ensuring Taehyung had everything he needed. 

The soft jingle of keys echoed through the quiet hallway as Jungkook pushed open the door to their penthouse, their home, always elegant and refined, now carried a new warmth.

Soft pink hues and plush toys peeked out from the living room, small signs of the life they were bringing in.

“Welcome home, little one,” Taehyung whispered as he gently stroked the baby’s tiny fingers.

When they stepped inside the room, they were greeted by the warm glow of the nursery they had poured their hearts into over the past few days.

The walls were painted a soft, creamy white, adorned with golden stars and watercolor illustrations of animals.

The once-empty room had transformed into a delicate sanctuary filled with soft pastel hues and a white crib adorned with silk ribbons. A mobile of tiny golden stars hung above it, spinning gently from the soft draft in the room. A sheer canopy draped over the crib, making it look like something out of a dream.

Plush toys filled one corner, and a rocking chair sat near the window, where Taehyung envisioned countless nights of holding and soothing their daughter. A nameplate on the door, for now, remained blank—waiting for the moment Jungkook would choose her name.

Taehyung walked in slowly, his eyes scanning the space with satisfaction before turning to Jungkook with a soft smile. “It’s perfect,” he whispered. 

Jungkook nodded, stepping closer to wrap an arm around his waist, his other hand reaching to brush a stray curl away from the baby’s forehead. “She’s going to love it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s temple. 

Before they could soak in the moment any longer, the doorbell rang, breaking the peaceful silence. 

Jungkook exhaled and moved to answer it, already knowing who it was. 

When he opened the door, his stepmother, Mrs. Hye Bin, walked in first, her graceful figure moving past him as she eagerly peered over at Taehyung, who was rocking the baby. 

“Oh, let me see her,” she said gently, her eyes already brimming with affection. 

Taehyung smiled and stepped closer, carefully adjusting the baby in his arms so Mrs. Hye Bin could take a better look. 

“She’s beautiful,” Mrs. Hye Bin whispered in awe, reaching out to lightly touch the baby’s tiny hand. 

Behind her, Jungkook’s father, Taesung, stepped in, his expression carefully neutral as he observed the scene before him.

He was a man of few words, one who always measured his responses, but Jungkook didn’t miss the way his gaze softened ever so slightly as he looked at the baby. 

Hyunshik arrived last, a rare smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed.

“I see you’ve already settled in,” he remarked, glancing at the decorated nursery. “Did you two really do all this yourselves?”