## Chapter 1: The Weight of a Son's Joy

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“MOM! MOM? WHERE ARE YOU?” The booming call, laced with a joyous urgency that vibrated through the very foundations of their home, echoed from the hallway. It was Jeonsan, his alpha son, his voice carrying the unmistakable resonance of a wolf in his prime, a sound that usually filled Taehyung with a quiet pride.

“I’M IN THE LIVING ROOM, SAN,” Taehyung called back, his own voice a softer melody against his son’s powerful resonance. A smile tugged at his lips. Whatever had San so elated, it was clearly something significant.

A whirlwind of youthful energy burst into the living room, and in the next instant, Taehyung found himself lifted off his feet, spun in a dizzying circle. San’s arms were strong, his laughter infectious, and Taehyung couldn’t help the delighted giggles that escaped him.

“Omo, San, put me down!” he exclaimed, though his tone held no real protest. The sheer happiness radiating from his son was a tangible thing, warming him from the inside out.

Jeonsan finally set him down, his own smile a radiant thing, lighting up his handsome alpha features. “Eomma, I’m so happy today! She… she accepted my proposal! Yayyy!”

Taehyung’s heart swelled, a wave of pure, unadulterated joy washing over him. His Sannie, his bright, earnest boy, had found someone. He’d known this day would come, of course, but hearing it now, with such unrestrained elation, filled him with a profound sense of contentment. Jeonsan, at twenty-three, was on the cusp of completing his MBA, diligently preparing to either stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his formidable alpha father or, perhaps one day, step into his considerable shoes. He had always been a good son, his sincerity and dedication a constant source of pride.

For months now, Taehyung had been privy to the unfolding story of San’s burgeoning affections for a new transferee at his university, a simple alpha girl who had captured his son’s usually focused attention. San had shared every detail, every shy glance, every tentative conversation, his voice softening with a tenderness Taehyung had never heard before. He trusted San’s judgment implicitly. His son possessed a good heart, a discerning mind. If he had chosen this girl, then she must indeed be special.

“Eomma, I’m so happy,” San repeated, his smile widening impossibly as he recounted the latest development. “You know what she said? She said she had a crush on me for the last eight months!” He beamed, clearly still reeling from the revelation.

Taehyung chuckled, reaching out to cup his son’s cheek. “See? I told you nobody can resist my precious son Sannie.” He leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to San’s forehead, his heart overflowing with affection.

“Thanks for the motivation, Mom,” San said, his own affection evident as he returned the gesture, kissing Taehyung’s cheek. “I couldn’t have done anything without you by my side.”

“I did nothing,” Taehyung chuckled softly. “But I am very glad that you finally made your first girlfriend,” he added, a playful tease in his voice.

“Eommaaaa,” San whined, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

“Okay, okay,” Taehyung laughed, patting his son’s arm. “So, what about now? Do I need to talk to her parents?”

San’s expression turned thoughtful, a flicker of earnestness in his eyes. “No, Eomma. Firstly, I want to stand on my own feet and make you and Appa proud. Then, when I’m sure that she will be comfortable with me, truly comfortable, then I’ll ask for her hand.”

Taehyung’s smile softened, a wave of warmth washing over him as he considered his son’s sincerity. He wasn’t driven by mere youthful infatuation; there was a genuine respect, a desire to build a solid foundation before making any grand gestures. San loved in the right way, with consideration and maturity beyond his years.

“And when will I get to meet her?” Taehyung asked, his curiosity piqued. He had, in fact, caught a fleeting glimpse of the girl once, during a university event, and had been favorably impressed. But meeting her now, as San’s girlfriend, would be different.

“Soon, Mom. Very soon,” San promised, his smile returning.

“Eomma, but Appa?” San’s voice suddenly held a note of anxiety, the earlier exuberance fading slightly.

Taehyung’s own smile faltered. Jeon Jungkook. His alpha husband. A complex man of immense power and fierce protectiveness, whose softer side was reserved solely for his family. He knew San’s apprehension was valid. Jungkook held traditional views, a belief that courtship should be a serious endeavor, often bypassing casual dating. Even their own marriage had been arranged, a union that had blossomed into a deep and unconditional love over the years.

“Don’t worry about him,” Taehyung said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. “But… don’t tell him now. Tell him when you want to make your relationship official, when you’re ready to take that step.”

San nodded hesitantly, his brow still furrowed with uncertainty. He gave Taehyung a quick hug before retreating to his room, the earlier joy seemingly tempered by the looming prospect of his father’s reaction.

Taehyung sighed, the weight of his son’s happiness and his husband’s potential disapproval settling heavily in his chest. Jungkook. The very name could still send a shiver down his spine, a remnant of the early days of their marriage when his alpha’s possessiveness had been all-consuming, his temper volatile. He had crossed boundaries in his anger, his fierce devotion sometimes manifesting in ways that had both terrified and, eventually, reassured Taehyung of the depth of his love. Things were calmer now, their bond strengthened by years of shared life, but Jungkook’s dominant nature and traditional values remained.

**How am I going to tell this to Kook?** Taehyung thought, his heart clenching with worry. He couldn’t bear to see San’s newfound happiness crushed. “I’ll try to make him understand,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet living room. “His generation is a little different from ours.” He sighed again, a deep, heartfelt sound filled with concern, the image of his son’s beaming face warring with the apprehension of his husband’s potential displeasure. The delicate balance of their family felt precariously poised, and Taehyung knew the task of navigating this would fall squarely on his shoulders.

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## Chapter 2: Whispers in the Night

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The clinking of cutlery against porcelain was a familiar, comforting sound in the Jeon household. Taehyung, his movements graceful and efficient, laid out the dinner spread, a small smile playing on his lips as he listened to Jeonsan animatedly recount the highlights of his day. His son’s joy was infectious, a bright melody that chased away the lingering unease from their earlier conversation.

Suddenly, a familiar weight settled against his back, warm hands snaking around his waist. Without turning, a reflex honed by years of intimacy, Taehyung reached back and covered the hands with his own, a soft chuckle escaping him.

“I’m happy for you, baby,” he murmured, assuming it was Jeonsan, his heart still warm from his son’s earlier elation.

A playful giggle, higher pitched and undeniably deeper than San’s smooth alpha resonance, echoed in his ear. Taehyung’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck as he saw Jeonsan standing in the doorway, a wide, teasing grin on his face. He gasped, turning to find his husband, Jeon Jungkook, standing close behind him, a rare, soft smile gracing his usually stern features.

“Mom, I didn’t know you were this romantic,” Jeonsan teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I… I… thought it was… you,” Taehyung stammered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He could feel Jungkook’s gaze on him, a mixture of amusement and something deeper that made his breath catch.

“Enough, brat. Don’t tease him,” Jungkook said, his voice a low rumble, though the smile on his lips remained. Jeonsan offered an obedient nod, clearly used to his father’s subtle protectiveness of his omega.

“Get freshened up. I’ll set the dinner,” Taehyung said, trying to steer the conversation back to the mundane, his heart still fluttering slightly.

Jungkook’s dark eyes flickered from Jeonsan back to his husband, a silent communication passing between father and son. He cleared his throat, a familiar sound that often preceded a direct request. “Come upstairs, Tae.”

As was their unspoken custom, Jungkook preferred their private moments of affection to remain just that – private. It wasn't shyness, not exactly, but a deeply ingrained sense of propriety, a preference for the intimacy of their shared sanctuary.

Taehyung nodded, his gaze meeting Jungkook’s for a fleeting moment before he followed his husband upstairs to their bedroom. He entered to find Jungkook standing by the window, waiting for him, a silent invitation to their nightly ritual.

Taehyung moved forward, his fingers reaching for the knot of Jungkook’s tie. As he worked, his knuckles brushing against the strong column of his husband’s neck, he could feel Jungkook’s intense gaze boring into him. A familiar shiver traced its way down his spine. Jungkook’s presence, even after years of marriage, still held a potent intensity that both intimidated and thrilled him.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s large hands wrapped around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Taehyung’s breath hitched, his heart pounding a rapid tattoo against his ribs.

“I guess I can have my kiss now,” Jungkook murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent another tremor through Taehyung.

Taehyung looked up, his eyes meeting those dark, fathomless orbs that still held the power to unravel him.

“Jeonsan is waiting downstairs,” he managed, his voice a soft breath.

“So?” Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly. “Does that mean I can’t love my husband?”

Taehyung shook his head, a small, almost imperceptible movement.

Jungkook leaned forward, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s before claiming them in a tender kiss. It was a familiar dance, a silent language of love and longing that transcended words.

When the kiss finally ended, Taehyung’s cheeks were flushed, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “I have prepared a hot bath for you. Take it and come down,” he said softly, his hand resting on Jungkook’s chest.

“Join me, Tae,” Jungkook replied, his voice laced with a familiar possessiveness as he began to unbutton his shirt.

“I… I need to go down. Jeonsan is… waiting for me,” Taehyung stammered, his blush deepening as Jungkook’s bare chest was revealed.

“He can wait a little longer,” Jungkook insisted, his eyes holding a playful glint.

“What will he think, Jungkook? He’s big now. He understands everything,” Taehyung said, his gaze drifting away, a sense of awkwardness settling between them.

“We are a married couple, Tae,” Jungkook said, his tone softening, a hint of playful accusation in his voice. “Is all your love reserved for the kids only? No love left for me?” He even managed a pitiful pout, a rare display that usually melted Taehyung’s resistance.

“Jungkook, don’t do this now. Go and come down quickly,” Taehyung said, turning to leave the room.

But Jungkook was quick. He pulled Taehyung back, his arms wrapping around him once more, and kissed him again, this time with a deeper, more passionate intensity that left Taehyung breathless.

A few minutes later, Jungkook finally descended the stairs, and Taehyung knew, with a familiar resignation, that the bath he had lovingly prepared remained untouched. Jungkook’s stubbornness, especially when it came to wanting Taehyung’s undivided attention, was legendary. He sighed inwardly and called Jeonsan to the dinner table.

Jungkook took his usual place at the head of the table, Taehyung settling to his left.

“Good evening, Appa,” Jeonsan said, offering his father a bright smile.

“Evening, son,” Jungkook replied, a rare, genuine smile mirroring his son’s. Their relationship was built on mutual respect and a quiet understanding. Jeonsan was an obedient son, a trait Jungkook valued highly.

“How are your studies going?” Jungkook inquired, his tone carrying a hint of paternal pride.

“It’s good, Appa. I have my finals in two months. Get ready to see your son as the topper of the university,” Jeonsan declared with youthful confidence.

Jungkook laughed, reaching out to pat his son’s back in appreciation. Jeonsan had consistently been a source of immense pride. Taehyung watched them, a warm smile gracing his own lips at the easy camaraderie between his husband and son.

“By the way, Tae,” Jungkook said, turning his attention to his husband, “did you talk to Somi? How is she?”

Somi, their elder omega daughter, was married and settled in Germany. Her calls were a highlight for Taehyung, a connection to their growing family beyond their immediate household.

“She’s doing well there,” Taehyung replied, his smile widening at the thought of his strong, independent daughter.

Jungkook nodded, accepting the brief update before turning his attention to his meal. The atmosphere remained calm, punctuated by small talk and comfortable silences. After dinner, Jungkook and Jeonsan retreated to Jungkook’s study, a nightly ritual where father began to groom son for the responsibilities that awaited him in the family’s vast business empire.

Taehyung, with the help of their two maids, cleared the table and prepared refreshments for his husband and son, his mind already turning to the delicate conversation that lay ahead. The joy of San’s news was still a bright ember within him, but the potential storm that might brew with Jungkook’s reaction cast a long shadow over his heart. He knew he would have to tread carefully, his love for both his son and his husband guiding his words.

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## Chapter 3: The Unseen Crack

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The soft, rhythmic strokes of Taehyung applying lotion were a nightly ritual, a quiet prelude to sleep. Tonight, however, his gaze lingered on Jungkook’s reflection in the vanity mirror, a knot of apprehension tightening in his chest. The easy camaraderie of dinner had dissipated, replaced by a simmering unease.

“Kook?” he called out softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Jungkook, who had been loosening his tie, looked up, his dark eyes meeting Taehyung’s in the mirror.

“Did you talk to Mr. and Mrs. Song today?” Taehyung asked, his voice carefully neutral as he maintained eye contact.

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Jungkook’s face. “Why? Did Mrs. Song call you?”

“Yes. What did you talk about?” Taehyung pressed, his intuition screaming that this conversation held a significance he wasn’t yet privy to.

Jungkook finally turned fully, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “You know they are our business partners. And they have a… nice omega son whom I have selected as our Jeonsan’s wife.”

The words hit Taehyung like a physical blow, stealing the air from his lungs. He froze, the bottle of lotion clutched tightly in his hand. The casual pronouncement, the complete lack of consultation, sent a wave of shock and disbelief crashing over him. He finally found his voice, though it trembled slightly.

“How can you decide on your own, Kook? You should have asked me! Or at least… Jeonsan!”

Jungkook raised a dark eyebrow, his expression a mixture of surprise and mild irritation. “I know you like Song’s son. You’ve always spoken highly of him. So what is the problem?”

“I *do* like him,” Taehyung conceded, his voice rising slightly. “He’s a sweet boy. But what about Jeonsan? He might have… different thoughts. Different feelings.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. “Tae, you know how things work for me. Jeonsan has to get married, and he will marry him! Why should I ask him? He will understand his responsibilities.” His tone brooked no argument, his conviction absolute.

“Our generation was different, Jungkook,” Taehyung argued, his heart beginning to pound with a growing sense of dread. “But now a days, kids… they get into relationships before marriage. They fall in love.”

“You know I don’t like that,” Jungkook stated flatly, his voice firm. “There is no rule that one *should* have a relationship before marriage. Even so, I don’t approve of it. It often leads to unnecessary complications.”

“I’m not talking about that, Kook!” Taehyung exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. “What I mean is that Jeonsan might already *have* someone in his heart. We should at least ask him, right?” He hated the lie that slipped past his lips, but the instinct to protect San, to buy him time, was overwhelming.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, his gaze suddenly sharp and intense. “Does he have someone?” he asked sternly, the playful edge from earlier completely gone.

“No…” Taehyung hesitated, the lie tasting like ash in his mouth. “But… it can be a possibility. He’s a young alpha. He’s bound to have… interests.”

“Tae,” Jungkook said, his voice losing some of its sternness but retaining a note of finality, “our Jeonsan will always do what I ask him. He respects our traditions, our family. Moreover, I have given my word to Mr. Song. Now there is no way out. A deal is a deal.”

“Does your word matter more than our Jeonsan’s happiness, Kook?” Taehyung’s voice cracked, the weight of his son’s earlier joy and the impending heartbreak pressing down on him.

Jungkook sighed, a rare sound of exasperation. “We were arranged married, Tae. Aren’t we happy? Isn’t Somi happy? I don’t understand why you are behaving this way. This is the way things are done. It ensures stability, a good match.”

Taehyung fought to keep the knowledge of San’s girlfriend from spilling out, the promise he had made to his son warring with his growing panic. “He’s not even at a proper marriage age yet, Jungkook. He’s only twenty-three. Let him live his life a little. Let him experience things.”

Jungkook ran a hand through his dark hair, his frustration evident. “We were about to have Somi when I was his age. We were married shortly after my father handed me the position of CEO of the company. It’s practically a legal procedure, Tae, a step Jeonsan has to take to gain the full responsibilities, to show his maturity and commitment!”

“He can work under you for some time,” Taehyung pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. “He can learn the ropes, prove himself. And then, when he’s ready, when he *wants* to, he can get married. Can’t it be this way?”

“Tae, I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Jungkook said, his tone leaving no room for further debate. “I will talk to Jeonsan. I know he won’t deny me.” His blind faith in his son’s obedience was a sharp knife twisting in Taehyung’s heart.

Jungkook turned and laid down on the bed, his back to Taehyung, signaling the end of the discussion. Taehyung slowly followed, settling on his side, his back also facing his husband. A tear escaped his eye, tracing a lonely path down his cheek as he thought of San. He knew his son’s inherent goodness, his ingrained respect for his father. Jeonsan would never openly defy Jungkook’s wishes.

The image of San’s radiant smile from earlier that evening flashed through his mind, and a fresh wave of sadness washed over him. He knew that smile would likely be extinguished when he learned of his father’s decision.

Just as he was about to succumb to exhaustion, he felt Jungkook’s hand find his waist, pulling him closer until their backs were pressed together.

“Don’t be tensed, Tae,” Jungkook murmured, his breath warm against Taehyung’s neck. “Everything will be fine.” He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of Taehyung’s neck before his breathing deepened, the even rhythm of sleep claiming him.

Taehyung didn’t reply. He simply closed his eyes, the silent tears continuing to flow, each one a testament to his love for his son and the agonizing helplessness he felt in the face of his husband’s unwavering will. The unseen crack in their carefully constructed family life had just begun to widen.

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[A/n: Do tell me, who's right here between Jungkook and Taehyung? What should Jeonsan do?]

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