The stories you left with me || Taekook

07

Yu-jun was exhausted after his small family get together known as his seventh birthday, it was fun, he played with Misun's son, Mikhyuk, they ran around in the small apartment like they always do, using their amazing creativity to fill all the empty spaces needed. "Grandpa, told me such an interesting story of my other daddy," he stated as he went to look for his blue blanket that was thrown on the floor after his and Mihyuk's adventures, "he said his name was Jeongguk, Daddy did you know that?" He questioned as he finally spotted his favorite blanket.

Yu-jun slowly approached the twin sized bed, the comforters have finally been changed, they were now blue to match his favorite color. It was his aesthetic. "He has a beautiful name, daddy, why haven't you told me yet? I'm seven now, I can know," he insisted on having his questions answered. 

Taehyung readjusted himself on the bed, sitting up against the baby blue pillow, "I didn't think you would of wanted to know his name," he lied but was his now seven year old suppose to know that?

"Well, I never asked but I did. Now I know, his name is Jeongguk," Yu-jun told his father, "Did he name me?" He continued to push his own father's limit. Taehyung shook his head 'no', "Your grandpa did, actually, he loved the name so much. As I held you in my tummy, for those nine months, he would call you Yu-jun because he had a hunch that you were a boy. I guess he was very lucky. I couldn't change your name, it just stuck," he lied about the origin of the name. In the past, he and Jeongguk fantasized about their future together, Yu-jun was a name that kept coming to his past lover's brain when choosing what he wanted. 

He remembered how Jeongguk would always talk about having a son, now he does, he just wasn't ready for Taehyung to be the one baring his child. 

"Yu-jun, sweetheart, lets just rest," he tried to avoid the topic as most as possible. He wasn't ready to reveal anything about Jeongguk besides his stories. 

"What about a story? It's tradition," he tried his best pronouncing 'tradition' but slightly butchering it but it was expected. 

"Alright, So you know his name now. What else can I say?" He made sure there was enough space on their twin sized bed for his son, giving Yu-jun over half of the space. 

"I know that he was like your hero, and how romantic he was with you," he teased his father, "what more? Was he talented?" 

Taehyung looked up, "Your dad had many talents," he started off, "I could spend days talking about what your dad knows," it felt like he was exaggerating but he wasn't. Yu-jun spent that night hearing about how Taehyung spoke about how Jeongguk shined in art. 

Taehyung's deep baritone voice filled the room, just like the following years about Yu-jun's father.