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

Bonus chapter ( 5 )

A few days later, the morning sun streamed into the Kim mansion's spacious dining room. Jungkook sat at the large wooden table, diligently cutting an assortment of colorful fruits into bite-sized pieces. Roohie was perched in the chair opposite him, swinging her legs beneath the table, her eyes fixed on his hands.

Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness. Roohie's face, illuminated by the faint glow of what appeared to be a smartphone screen tucked discreetly under her notebook, lit up in a mischievous grin. Just as quickly, the lights flickered back on.

Jungkook looked up, blinking. Taehyung stood by the light switch, a sheepish, but unmistakably adult, grin on his face. He was clearly out of his little space, his usual mature demeanor having returned. "Morning, love," Taehyung chirped, walking towards the table. "Just wanted to make sure the lights were working."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a knowing look passing between them. "Sure, Tae. Just checking the lights, huh?" He turned his attention back to Roohie, whose eyes had widened slightly. He saw the faint glow beneath her notebook again. "And what exactly do we have here, little miss?" Jungkook asked, his voice calm but firm.

Before Roohie could respond, Jungkook swiftly reached across the table and snatched the offending notebook. Underneath it, nestled between her coloring books, was his phone, its screen displaying a children's game.

"Roohie!" Jungkook exclaimed, his tone a mix of surprise and exasperation. "Were you playing on mommy's phone without permission?"

Roohie bit her lip, her head bowing slightly. "Just for a little bit, Momma," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Taehyung, now fully at the table, let out a chuckle, reaching for a piece of cut apple. "A-ha! Caught red-handed, kiddo!"

Jungkook shot Taehyung a glare. "Don't encourage her, Tae! This is not okay. We don't take phones without asking, Roohie." He shook his head, holding up the phone. "This is why I can never find it!"

Before Jungkook could even launch into his usual lecture about respecting privacy and asking permission, Roohie, sensing the impending sternness, was off like a flash. With a sudden burst of speed, she scrambled off her chair and darted away from the table, a tiny white blur disappearing into the hallway.

"Kim Roohie!" Jungkook shouted, his voice echoing through the dining room. He tossed the phone onto the table and sprinted after her, a mix of frustration and motherly determination on his face. "Get back here! We are not done with this conversation!"

The sound of Jungkook's booming voice and frantic footsteps faded as he chased his mischievous daughter. Taehyung, left alone at the table, simply watched the spectacle unfold. A low, amused chuckle rumbled in his chest, growing into a full-blown laugh. He picked up a slice of apple, shaking his head with a wide smile.

"Some things never change, huh?" he murmured to himself, the sound of Jungkook's distant shouts of "Roohie, come back!" serving as a humorous backdrop to his morning fruit.

Roohie, still giggling as she sprinted down the hallway, glanced over her shoulder at the dining room. Seeing her dad sitting calmly, not running after her, her triumphant grin quickly morphed into a dramatic pout. "Dadda!" she whined, her voice carrying the clear accusation of betrayal, even as her little legs kept pumping.

Taehyung, still at the table, watched her disappearing act, a piece of apple halfway to his mouth. He shook his head, a soft, amused smile playing on his lips. "You got yourself into that one, kiddo," he mumbled, taking a bite of his apple. "Couldn't help but spill the beans, huh?" He chuckled again, the sounds of Jungkook's continued pursuit echoing faintly from deeper within the mansion. He knew better than to interfere when Jungkook was in full 'Momma-on-the-chase' mode. Roohie would eventually concede, and he'd be there for the cuddles afterward.