Little TaeTae's wifey || Taekook ff || { completed }

🌺 Last part 🌺

In the swift passage of years, the Kim family flourished, their love deepening with each sunrise. The very air within their home resonated with an ever-growing warmth, a testament to the profound bond they shared.

At the heart of their blossoming existence was Roohie, the exquisite flower born of Jungkook and Taehyung's love.

She matured with a grace that mirrored Jungkook's ethereal beauty, a delicate blend of his refined features and a playful spark inherited from Taehyung. Her presence was a radiant light, illuminating every corner of their lives.

Roohie became the cherished center of their universe, particularly for her doting grandparents, whose hearts overflowed with unconditional affection. Taehyung, the quintessential adoring father, found himself utterly captivated by her charm. He indulged her every whim, showering her with toys, stories, and laughter, his heart melting at the mere sight of her smile. She, in turn, wielded her innocent charm with effortless ease, making the entire Kim household dance to the delightful rhythm of her desires.

Jungkook, however, provided a gentle, yet firm counterpoint to the family's joyous chaos. His love was a steady, unwavering presence, a quiet strength that anchored their happiness.

While he cherished Roohie's playful spirit, he also understood the importance of nurturing her character, instilling in her the values of kindness and responsibility.

He was the soft but resolute hand that guided her, ensuring she blossomed into a compassionate and grounded young woman.

Each day was a precious chapter in their unfolding story, filled with shared moments of joy and quiet intimacy.

Birthdays were celebrated with heartfelt expressions of love, milestones were marked with tears of pride, and the simple pleasures of daily life-shared meals, whispered secrets, and the comforting warmth of intertwined hands-were treasured as invaluable gifts.

The Kim family, a beacon of love and happiness, continued to grow, their bond strengthening with each passing day. Their home was a sanctuary, a haven of warmth and affection, a testament to the enduring power of family, and the profound, transformative magic of love.

The Kim mansion hummed with the gentle rhythm of a quiet morning. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, illuminating Jungkook as he moved with practiced grace, orchestrating breakfast with the quiet efficiency of a seasoned conductor. The maids flitted around him, assisting in the creation of a meal that was both nourishing and lovingly prepared. Amidst the gentle clatter of utensils and the fragrant steam rising from the stove, a sudden, soft weight settled against his legs.

Jungkook glanced down, his gaze meeting the wide, doe eyes of Roohie, a mirror image of his own. Her small arms clung to his legs, a silent plea for attention.

"Jungkook, me hungry," she declared, her voice a delicate melody, her innocent gaze a potent weapon.

A flicker of playful exasperation crossed Jungkook's features. "At least call me 'Momma'," he chided gently, his voice softened by affection. He meticulously sliced a piece of fruit, preparing the sweet custard that was Roohie's favorite.

"Ufff, Jungkook," she retorted, her small brow furrowing slightly. "Everyone calls you Jungkook." She tightened her hold on his legs, her eyes pleading.

Jungkook sighed, a soft, indulgent sound. "That's for everyone else," he said, his voice laced with tenderness. "For you, it's Momma." He offered her the sliver of fruit, a silent truce between playful reprimand and unconditional love.

"Jungkook, when will food be done?" Roohie inquired, tugging gently at his shirt, her persistent hunger a gentle, insistent melody. Jungkook released a heavy sigh, a mixture of affection and exasperation.