Pastel Palette ㅡ Taekook

thirty-nine❗️

"How's my boy?" Jeongguk greets his son as soon as the little boy enters the apartment. Jin is tailing behind him with a small yet fond smile on his lips.

"Daddy! I missed you!" Storm squeals in excitement. He instantly jumps inside his father's embrace and Jeongguk spins him around earning a fit of giggles. Jin puts the bag down and scans the place, confused as to why there's only Jeongguk inside.

"Where's Taehyung?" He asks cautiously, and Jeongguk immediately settles Storm on the couch before leading Jin inside the kitchen.

"Hyung, did Yoongi hyung or Jimin mentioned something about what happens when Tae's stressed or something?" Jin's forehead creases in confusion, but then his mouth forms in to this tiny 'o' in realization.

"I didn't know it was something this serious, Guk. Oh my God. Is he okay?" Jeongguk motions for Jin to sit down as he picks up a glass of water for him.

"I was really shocked, too, hyung. I fucking panicked on the inside but I know it would do me no good so I tried so hard to stay calm and took care of him since last night. I contacted Yoongi hyung and they're on their way home from Daegu already. I just don't know what else to do..." Jeongguk rambles. He rubs his face with the palm of his hands and Jin could only pat the younger's back in sympathy.

"You're doing great, Guk. Taehyung's calm right now, isn't he?"

"You think so, hyung?" He raises his head to look at Jin in the face. The older is now kneeling in front of him, eyes wide and sparkling with assurance.

"I know so, Gukkie. Now, why don't you explain everything to Storm and maybe, let him meet little Taehyungie?"

"Okay, hyung. Okay," Jeongguk whispers and Jin squeezes his hand before grabbing it to help him stand. As they go back inside the living room, Storm is busy watching his favorite cartoon series, giggling a little bit, and it's when Jeongguk sits beside him that he stops to turn his attention towards his father.

"Storm? I have something to tell you, buddy. Will you listen to daddy for a while?" Storm nods his head and climbs on his father's lap.

"Papa Tata's not around, right? Do you know where he is, baby?" Storm pouts in realization and he tries to climb off Jeongguk's lap to look for his papa. The latter was quick enough to stop him from screaming Taehyung's name.

"Hush, little one. Papa Tata is sleeping inside that room," he whispers, his index finger pointing towards Taehyung's 'nursery' room.

"Is Papa Tata okay, daddy?"

"Papa Tata's not sick, baby. However, the thing is, papa is kinda like Storm right now. And what are you again?" Storm hums and spaces out for a while, thinking so hard to remember the term that Jeongguk would always use to address him.

"Come on, you can do it," his father encourages him, rubbing circles on Storm's nape. The little boy had his bottom lip jut out, like he's on the verge of letting out a wail.

"I-i can't..."

"Yes, you can, baby..." Jeongguk smiles at the hint (well, answer) he gave to his son. Storm sniffs to calm himself and he buries his face on Jeongguk's chest to hide his embarrassment.

"Storm is daddy Gukkie's baby!" He mumbles. Jeongguk coos at how adorable his son is and gives him a small peck on his nose as a reward. Jin could only look at them, enamored at how the soft and lovely moment unfolds in front of him.