Once again, the pair found themselves at their shared bed, "Daddy," he called out as he wanted to get Taehyung's upmost attention, "will I ever see my other dad?" He asked, he was already five but has yet to see his other dad.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully, "he knows about your existence but hasn't yet to see you," he tried to simplify the current situation to his now five year old.
"Will he ever come on my birthday?" He irked the question as he made himself sit up from the bed, the blanket pooling round his waist. He slightly turn to see Taehyung's disheveled bedhead, they only have been resting for fifteen minutes but his hair already started acting out, "I would love to meet him," he continued on, "I want to spend my birthday with him," he cooed as he imagined what his other father might be.
"Maybe one day, honey, but that's not today."
Yu-jun understood, "Thats why when I closed my eyes for my birthday wish, I wished for him," he responded honestly. "I want us together," he finished off saying before slumping back into his place, his thin arms finding their way onto his father's pudgy belly. "I want to be a family," it broke Taehyung how his son longed for a real family, which he couldn't give to him.
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The stories you left with me || Taekook
FanfictionEvery year, Taehyung tells his son stories about his dad, who left them, showing Jeongguk in bright light despite leaving him with a child to bare with nothing.
