A soft giggle came from the baby, light and sweet, like a tiny bell ringing. Wrapped in a warm tiger onesie , the little one is watching with wide, amused eyes.
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Taehyung looked at the baby and smiled playfully. He gently placed a finger on the baby’s lips. “Shh,” he signed softly. “Let’s not wake your appa.”
The morning light entered the room gently. Jungkook was lying fast asleep on the bed.
Taehyung was sitting carefully on Jungkook’s torso, like a sneaky cat. He is holding a black marker in his hand.
Leaning in close, he began to draw a big, silly mustache just above Jungkook’s lip. His smile grew as he tried not to laugh.
The baby let out another tiny giggle and quickly covered his mouth with his little hand. He didn’t understand what was happening, but he could feel the joy in the room-a happy, loving moment full of laughter and fun.
Taehyung sat back for a moment, admiring his artwork with a proud grin.
The mustache was crooked and cartoonish, curling at the ends like an old-time villain’s. He bit his lip, trying not to burst into laughter. The baby kicked his tiny feet and made a soft squeal with excitement.
“Uh-oh,” Taehyung signed, turning to the baby. “You’re going to give us away.”
He reached over and picked up a small pillow, placing it gently on Jungkook’s chest, just in case he moved. But Jungkook didn’t stir. His long lashes fluttered slightly, and a quiet breath escaped his lips-but he remained deep in sleep.
Taehyung thought the alpha is still sleeping-
But Jungkook wasn’t.
Somewhere between the first stroke of the marker and the baby’s soft giggle, Jungkook had stirred.
His mind rose slowly from sleep, and as soon as he felt the cool press of the marker on his skin, he knew exactly what was happening.
But instead of reacting, he kept his breathing steady and let his eyelids stay closed. A hidden smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
He could feel that Taehyung is carefully sitting on his torso, could hear the muffled laughter of their baby. The temptation to open his eyes and catch them red-handed was strong, but curiosity-and mischief-won.
Taehyung was unaware that he’d been caught so he leaned in again and started drawing a little goatee under Jungkook’s chin. With delicate strokes, he completed the silly design.
But just as he shifted to slide off Jungkook’s torso, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around his waist.
Taehyung froze.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Jungkook’s voice was low, rough with sleep, but clearly amused.
