My Little Assistant [kv]❤💜

Chapter ❤️68❤️ [M]

Author's POV 

“Sir!” A man in black suit came running inside the mansion, his face glowing with ecstasy. 

Jungkook frowned at the man, standing still in the middle of the living room. “What is it?" 

“We have found that lady, sir!" 

“Which lady?" Jungkook's frown went deeper. 

The man paused, eyes widening as if his hard efforts had just gone to vain. “Sir….. that lady… the one who tried to frame you into cheating.” 

The bells in Jungkook's head jingled. "Ahhh! That.” He clapped his fist onto his other palm. "Where is she?” His voice was oddly calm. 

The man got flashbacks from months ago when Jungkook nearly killed another of his fellow mates just because he could not get information about that lady. 

“She is said to be hiding in the countryside." The man said. 

"Hmm.” Jungkook nodded and fished out his wallet from his pocket. He pulled out some cash and gave it to the man. “Here’s your bonus. I'll be going there for vacation with my whole family.”

He turned and walked away. The man stood there, stunned, watching his boss’ retreating figure, then slowly looked down at the money and immediately began counting it with urgency. One, two……five hundred thousand won!

“Yahoo!" The man jumped and rushed out. 

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It was still early in the morning and soft laughter rang from the nursery room.

Jungkook moved towards the room.

Taehyung sat cross-legged on the carpet, surrounded by plushies, soft blankets, and his niece—Namjoon and Seokjin’s newborn—giggling in her tiny cradle. He was in his little space, pink overalls and a bunny-eared hoodie on, his cheeks flushed from excitement.

“Look, look, b-baby bun~!” he said in a lisped tone, voice high-pitched like a four-year-old. “Dis is your dino. He protec’ you!” He made the plush dino do a silly dance, giggling uncontrollably.

Jungkook leaned in the doorway, arms folded, watching the scene in silence.

Taehyung's joy was genuine. His voice, soft and childlike. His innocence, glowing.

Jungkook had thought once—just once—that being a little might make Taehyung too fragile to raise a child. But now, watching him cradle the infant so gently, singing made-up lullabies and whispering baby-talk with eyes full of stars, Jungkook realized how wrong he had been.

Taehyung was full of love. In or out of headspace.

Soon Mark and Jimin came to play with the baby. Then came Yeonjun, saying he needed an energy booster to handle Jungkook's temper. Jungkook only glared at him then chuckled when Yeonjun kissed his cheek before bolting out of the room. 

Jungkook left the room after an hour of watching the littles play with the baby. 

Later at night, in their shared bedroom, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung and whispered, “You’d be the perfect papa.”

Taehyung blinked up, a pout on his lips. “Nuh-uh,” he whispered. “You’re papa. TaeTae wanna be… mama.”

Jungkook paused. “Mama?”

“Mhm.” Taehyung nodded, voice hushed. “My mama used to sing to me like that… she loved me lots. I wanna be mama. Wanna love like her. Can our baby call me mama?”