The Paranoid Villain’S Little Dad Awakens (Taekook)
Chapter 1
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It's a chinese novel turned into Taekook version
Someone
Parents who could raise a ruthless scum like Jeon Jungguk—who takes what he wants by force and stops at nothing—what kind of decent people could they possibly be?
Someone
Jeon Jungguk was born wicked. His parents brought him into this world but failed to raise him properly. It's a downright societal disgrace!
On the bed, a handsome young man with long hair lay with his eyes tightly shut. His eyes darted rapidly behind closed lids, and the corners of his eyes were damp with tears
His dry, cracked lips parted slightly as he murmured a response to the voices in his head:
Kim Taehyung
No... Jun gguk... he wasn't born evil...
His voice, weakened by long illness, rasped like a saw grating on wood.
Aunt Zhong stepped into the room and, seeing this, rushed to steady Taehyung’s arm.
Kim Taehyung jolted, nearly toppling over, then abruptly opened his eyes, startled and disoriented, his chest heaving
A silken cascade of ink-black hair spilled across the daybed from his shoulders, teetering precariously
His congenital heart condition made him vulnerable to emotional strain, and his face turned ghostly pale.
Aunt Zhong
**rubbed his chest through the blanket, her tone soothing** Easy now, don’t fret.
Gradually, Taehyung’s breathing steadied.
Yet in his almond-shaped eyes—imbued with an unmistakably Eastern classical charm—the ghost of his nightmare lingered.
When he recognized Aunt Zhong’s face, he pressed his bloodless lips tightly together
He couldn’t begin to explain the sheer horror of the dream he had just experienced
In it, Jeon Jungguk—the child he and his husband, Jeon Jungkook, had raised—was the smirking, manipulative villain of an over-the-top tragic novel
Their excessive indulgence had led Jeon Jungguk to grow up willful and stubborn.
By his twenties, Jeon Jungguk had become a scoundrel who abused the protagonist, treating them as nothing more than a stand-in for his white moonlight
As for family, Kim Taehyung had died of a heart attack when Jeon Jungguk was just twelve.
Now, his breaths came heavy, his heart hammered, sending blood rushing through his limbs.
Feeling returned to his numb limbs, and the weight crushing his chest seemed to lift slightly.
His mind felt as clear as glass washed clean by water.
Kim Taehyung
**Asked softly** Aunt Zhong... how old is Jungguk this year?
Aunt Zhong
Nine, of course.
Aunt Zhong was startled—hadn’t they just celebrated the young master’s birthday in high spirits?
Kim Taehyung
**Lowered his eyelids slightly** "There’s still time."
A timid voice followed the knock at the door.
A young maid from the Jeon family peeked into the room.
Taehyung turned his gaze toward the bedroom entrance.
Meeting Taehyung’s eyes, the maid immediately lowered her head
Since joining the Jeon household, she had never stepped into this restricted bedroom.
Inside, Chinese-style decorative lines framed the space like classical paintings, accentuating the ethereal beauty of the long-haired figure reclining on the chaise lounge.
There was a belief that hair grows by consuming one's vitality.
Despite Mr. Kim’s delicate health, his hair was unnaturally thick, jet-black, and lustrous—a rare sight indeed.
Beside the chaise lounge, Auntie Zhong bent down and carefully pulled the light blanket higher over him.
Aunt Zhong
Second Master, please keep resting. I’ll go see what’s going on.
Kim Taehyung
**Fixed his weak gaze on the somewhat unfamiliar face and asked softly** What happened? Tell me.
Everyone in the Jeon household prioritized Taehyung’s well-being, making sure no minor or troubling matters reached his ears.
The maid naturally dared not speak either, only glancing anxiously at Auntie Zhong for guidance.
Having watched Taehyung grow up, Auntie Zhong cherished him as if he were her own eyes.
Aunt Zhong
It must be some household issue. I'll handle it. Second Master should rest.
Kim Taehyung
**Surprisingly firm** Auntie Zhong, I want to know.
With no choice, Auntie Zhong signaled for the maid to step forward.
Someone
**Stole another glance at the strikingly beautiful yet fragile Mr. Kim and hesitantly explained** It’s the young master… He—he says he wants to join a talent show…
Kim Taehyung
Cough, cough...
Before she could finish, Taehyung broke into uncontrollable coughing, his heart pounding violently as though trying to leap from his chest.
The phrases “born but not raised” and “born wicked” from his dream sent a chill through his blood.
Someone
**Startled, the maid tried to soothe him** Master, please don’t get upset
Everyone in the Jeon household referred to Taehyung as "Master."
After several coughs, Taehyung oddly regained some color in his face, his eyes glistening with moisture. He threw off the blanket.
Kim Taehyung
I’m going to see for myself
Before Auntie Zhong could protest, he gently gripped her forearm and comforted her in their local dialect.
Kim Taehyung
Auntie Zhong, it’s alright. Don’t worry.
Auntie Zhong said nothing further and carefully helped the Second Master to his feet
The attentive maid quickly fetched the light blanket and softly draped it over Mr. Kim’s shoulders
Kim Taehyung
**Pulled it closer** Thank you.
The maid kept her eyes downcast, warmed by his gentle tone
Auntie Zhong brushed aside the strands of black hair falling across his face before steadying him as they slowly walked out together.
At that moment, a chaotic mix of shouts and screams came from the living room downstairs.
Taehyung, who had been walking slowly, frowned when he realized what the noise was and quickened his pace to the corridor overlooking the living room.
In the extravagantly decorated classical living room, a little monkey was leaping up and down along the square-recessed Chinese-style sofa.
Holding a black remote control like a microphone, he chanted like a spell, belting out a relentless stream of noise.
And of course, this lively “monkey concert” had a full audience—three rows deep:
The family’s butler, maids, driver, and bodyguards.
The rowdy, shrieking little menace was none other than the future obsessive villain from the book, Jeon Jungguk.
Taehyung gripped the railing tightly as he watched the little rascal's triumphant display
His chest tightened with a dull ache again
The original author had just casually decreed someone as the villain.
As the villain’s parent, however, the burden was far heavier
Taehyung slowly entered the antique elevator at the end of the corridor.
The elevator descended leisurely.
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the black wrought-iron grille, casting fragmented shadows on Taehyung’s flawless, porcelain face.
The commotion caught the attention of those on the first floor.
As the elevator doors opened, Taehyung stepped out slowly, supported by Aunt Zhong, his pale face creased with a faint frown.
Several people who rarely saw Mr. Kim were momentarily stunned, as if witnessing a movie hero’s grand entrance.
Someone
**The Jeon family’s butler, Uncle Xu, exclaimed in surprise,** Sir, you’re up?
Only then did Taehyung notice his little father’s arrival.
Jeon Jungguk
**Jumped onto the coffee table, he grinned and called out** Papa! Isn’t my new rap fire? [unintelligible screeching]
Jungguk had inherited some mixed genes from his Chinese-French mixed dad, combined with Taehyung’s Eastern genes, resulting in black hair and amber eyes from birth.
As a child, he had been an absurdly cuddly baby.
Who would have thought he’d turn into such a little terror?
Taehyung had to tilt his head up slightly to look at the nine-year-old rascal, his brows faintly furrowed, unconsciously revealing a trace of worry
Noticing that his little father had to crane his neck to see him
Jeon Jungguk
**Obligingly hopped down** Papa? I want to join the entertainment industry! They say my face’ll blow up!
His little father had never said no to him, so he spoke as if it were a given, like his debut was already guaranteed.
Taehyung was already unsettled, swamped by the day’s chaos, his thoughts drifting uncontrollably. Hearing this, he blanked for a second.
Jeon Jungguk
I want to audition for an entertainment show! My classmate said there’s a company scouting kid trainees (9–15)!!
True to form, he bounced back onto the sofa.
Butler Xu was so frightened that he rushed to catch him, trembling like a eunuch in an ancient imperial court.
Butler Xu
Good lord! Don’t fall!
The maids couldn’t help but think—this rosewood tea table was a wedding gift from the old master of the Jeon family.
Along with the entire set of luxurious Chinese-style chairs, tables, and long couches, each piece was priceless.
Seeing his wild antics, Taehyung spoke
Kim Taehyung
**Sternly for the first time to stop him** Jeon Jungguk, come down this instant!
Aunt Zhong and Uncle Xu, hearing his tone, exchanged puzzled glances.
Jungguk swayed his hips, showing off his newly learned dance moves, without a care in the world.
Jeon Jungguk
Papa, tell me first—does my dancing look good?
The mere thought of his future—"‘forced possession,’ ‘imprisonment and tragic love’"—made Wen Cishu wish he could cram the entire penal code into the boy’s brain.
Kim Taehyung
**Suppressing his palpitations, he spoke softly** Jungguk, at your age, you should be focusing on your studies.
Jeon Jungguk
**Eyes widened slowly** Papa, you don’t support me?
He stomped his foot, but the sturdy, expensive sofa didn’t budge an inch.
Neither did the resolute expression on his Little dad’s beautiful face.
Jeon Jungguk
**Shouts** I don’t care! I’m joining the idol audition!
Hearing the commotion, Uncle Xu gestured for the maids, drivers, and bodyguards to disperse.
Jeon Jungguk
**Bounced between the Chinese-style sofas** I’m going to be a top-tier idol! Papa, don’t stop me! No one can!
Taehyung felt short of breath, his heart aching again.
Kim Taehyung
**Glancing around and finding nothing suitable at hand, he managed to order** Uncle Xu, bring me a frying pan—and two bodyguards.
Kim Taehyung
**His phoenix eyes narrowed at the lawless, hyperactive little troublemaker before adding** Make it four bodyguards.
Jeon Jungguk
**Standing atop the sofa, He looked down at his usually indulgent Little Dad in disbelief** Papa? You misunderstood—I’m going to an idol audition, not a fight. No need for bodyguards!
Uncle Xu stared at Mr. Kim, who was swaying unsteadily and struggling to breathe, wondering if he’d misheard. He thought, [Am I dreaming?]
Kim Taehyung
Go get it **exhaled heavily, leaving no room for argument.**
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Chapter 2
Since when did Mr. Kim want to *hit* the young master?
One of the maids followed him and whispers
Someone
Get a small one. I don’t think the master really intends to hit him.
The Jeon family had no tradition of hitting children.
Moreover, due to his delicate health, Taehyung had always doted on his only child, indulging his every whim without ever so much as scolding him, much less laid a hand on him.
The butler was well aware of this.
Butler Xu
**Concerned about something else and sighed** Sir doesn't have the strength to lift a heavy pot.
The maid was faster, stepping into the kitchen first and handing him the smallest milk pot available.
The little troublemaker had already realized his father was about to take action and bolted up the stairs in a flash.
Jeon Jungguk
Daddy? Are you going to hit me? I'm your only little son! I'm so cute!
Kim Taehyung
**Almost laughed in frustration**
Jeon Jungguk had been spoon-fed since birth, doted on and adored by the elders of both the Kim and Jeon families
More than just confident—he was downright narcissistic.
Kim Taehyung
**Weakly raised his hand, pointing at the little troublemaker, and said to the four bodyguards** Would you mind holding him down?
The bodyguards looked at each other uncertainly.
Kim Taehyung
**Narrowed his long, phoenix-like eyes** Can't I give you orders?
The lead bodyguard in a suit hesitated, glancing at the nine-year-old young master
Someone
Bodyguard: **Awkwardly** Sir, this...
Kim Taehyung
**Replied calmly** I'll take responsibility if anything happens.
After speaking, as if unable to suppress it, he turned his pale face slightly and covered his lips with a light cough
The bodyguards had no choice but to brace themselves and head upstairs.
Jungguk screamed and dashed to the second floor.
The little brat was indeed nimble, darting around like a mad rabbit, and having grown up spoiled, he was utterly fearless.
But the four bodyguards were highly skilled, towering figures—like eagles catching a chick—and soon had the little troublemaker under control.
They didn’t dare lay hands on the young master directly, fearing they might accidentally hurt him.
One cleverly grabbed a couch blanket, wrapped it around the flailing limbs of the young master, bundled him up, and carried him downstairs.
The nine-year-old Bao Yiming writhed wildly
Jeon Jungguk
**Howling at the ceiling** I’m the future heir of the Jeon family! I’m not some thief!
The little troublemaker was pinned to the couch,
Jeon Jungguk
**Unable to break free, and screamed** Help! Auntie Zhong! Uncle Xu! Save me!
Aunt Zhong couldn’t stand to watch and bent down, about to speak.
Kim Taehyung
**Lifted his gaze, watching the butler shuffling at a snail’s pace, and asked leisurely** Uncle Xu, what’s wrong with your legs? Suddenly can’t walk?
Butler Xu
Thank you for your concern, sir. It’s just arthritis acting up. It’s fine now.
Uncle Xu awkwardly resumed his normal stride and stepped forward to hand over the milk pot.
Aunt Zhong quickly placed a clean white cloth over the handle.
Taehyung took the handle, looking down at the small white porcelain pot
He couldn’t help it—a second frustrated chuckle escaped him
Not even an adult’s fist could fit through the small pot opening.
Jungguk spotted his savior and writhed like crazy.
But wrapped in the white blanket, he looked like a frantic caterpillar in a cocoon, twisting wildly.
Jeon Jungguk
Quick, call my dad! My Papa’s gone crazy!
Xu was just about to step back when Mr. Kim gave him a slow look
Those eyes—exceptionally deep and dark—naturally carried an air of refined elegance. Usually dimmed by illness, they now gleamed with razor-sharp intensity
Butler Xu
**Dare not move, only urging patiently** Young master, what’s so great about showbiz? You should focus on your studies. Your father loves you dearly—he’s not really going to hit you. Just apologize, and it’ll be fine.
He gave a meaningful look, signaling the young master to say something conciliatory
Jungguk received the "advice," but chose to ignore it.
Jeon Jungguk
No! This is my passion!!
Kim Taehyung
**tightened his grip on the pot and told the bodyguards** Hold him down.
The bodyguards broke out in sweat, pressing down on the young master’s legs through the blanket.
Though Jungguk struggled, he made sure not to kick toward his little dad.
Years ago, one summer afternoon, he had accidentally slapped his little dad’s arm
A red handprint instantly appeared on the pale skin, every tiny finger mark clearly visible
Although no adult scolded him then, the incident made a lasting impression on his young mind. From that day on, he instinctively avoided hurting his little dad.
Before swinging the pot, Taehyung took a steadying breath, waiting until his body was balanced, then gave Jungguk’s bottom a light tap.
Jungguk yelled bloody murder before the pot even landed.
When it did, though it didn’t hurt, the embarrassment was too much.
As the young master of the Jeon family, how could he endure such humiliation—even from his little dad? He thrashed even harder
The living room broke into chaos.
No one could believe it—Mr. Kim, normally so indulgent, was actually disciplining his treasured son today.
Someone
**Someone quietly announced** Sir, the eldest young master has returned
"Eldest young master" was how the Jeon family referred to their head, Jeon Jungkook.
A tall, broad-shouldered man marched in, radiating cold authority.
It was Jungguk's big dad— Jeon Jungkook
As a mixed-race individual, Jeon Jungkook's features were more striking than his son Jungguk's—his facial structure sharper, his frame exceptionally tall and powerfully built
Most notable were his emerald-green eyes
Balancing on a high nose, a pair of frameless glasses magnified the deep, mysterious glare behind them, giving him an ever-present cold, sharp, and unreadable aura
At that moment, reflected in Jungkook’s piercing gaze was Taehyung—who was often sickly—swinging a small pot to smack their son on the butt.
Taehyung's black hair cascaded like a waterfall, sweat glistening at his temples, his shaky hand still gripping the pot.
Jungguk looked up at his towering father, backlit by the light, as if he’d just seen his hero, crying out for help
Jeon Jungguk
Dad! Quick, my little dad went crazy and hit me! He must have another son somewhere else, waaah... ow!
Hearing this, Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed with displeasure
He quickly stepped forward to steady Taehyung. His voice was oddly soft, clashing with his intimidating look and icy demeanor.
Jeon Jungkook
Why get so worked up?
Thinking he was off the hook, Jungguk tried to scramble up.
The bodyguard started to let go.
Jeon Jungkook
**Snapped coldly** Hold the young master down.
Four words—as heavy and chilling as an iceberg dropping into the sea—made the bodyguard instinctively tighten his grip
Jungkook helped Taehyung sit on the sofa, then picked up a glass of warm water
Jeon Jungkook
**Brought it to his dry but soft lips** Drink some water.
Taehyung had become overwhelmed—his vision blurring with dizziness, unable to make out Jungkook’s face clearly. All he felt was a strong, icy presence wrapping around him.
He didn’t pull away, drinking half of it from Jungkook’s pale, slender hand.
Behind the lenses, Jungkook watched the slight part of his lips as he sipped the warm water.
His thin mouth slowly moistened, turning soft and pink
After finishing, Taehyung turned his head away, a few black strands falling free by his ear
Jungkook handed the glass to a maid, reached out to tuck the loose hair behind Wen Cishu’s ear, then slid a round cushion behind his back for support.
Only after these gentle gestures did he turn toward his son, looking down as he shrugged off his suit jacket, revealing a black button-up underneath.
Jungguk strained to look up, puzzled, at his father, who now loomed like a fortress
Jeon Jungguk
**Shouts** Big Dad, what are you doing? Hurry up and tell them to let me go!
Taehyung also lifted his head slightly, frowning at the man's broad back.
Then Jungkook tossed aside his jacket and bent closer to his son.
To others, the towering man resembled a fierce beast looming over a helpless cub
Jeon Jungkook
Jungguk **said quietly**
Jeon Jungkook
Repeat what you just said.
One sentence made everyone but Taehyung and Jungguk feel a sharp sense of danger, drawing all eyes toward the father and son.
Jungguk, clever but naïve, had been doted on since childhood
He gave his naturally stern-faced father an innocent, blank expression, completely unaware of the subtle threat in those words.
Uncle Xu’s eye twitched hard as he recalled the young master’s careless remark—
Jeon Jungguk
Little Dad must have another son outside!
Just as he lifted his gaze to gauge the eldest master’s reaction, he saw him tear off the white handkerchief wrapped around the frying pan’s handle, grip it tightly, and raise it high—
Jeon Jungguk
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The shrill scream pierced their ears, making Taehyung, already dealing with tinnitus, wince as he sank back into the sofa.
Aunt Zhong
Second Master?! **hurried forward to steady him**
Kim Taehyung
No, I’m fine... **took a breath to steady himself, though his pale face gave away his discomfort**
Jungkook tossed aside the small pan and immediately ordered Uncle Xu
Jeon Jungkook
Call the doctor.
With that, he turned, bent down, and lifted Taehyung easily with one arm.
Taehyung was pulled into his embrace, his cheek instinctively nuzzling against Jungkook’s.
Standing at 190 cm, Jungkook had long, powerful arms, while Taehyung, though tall, was slender like bamboo
One arm slid beneath Taehyung’s knees while the other, broad palm cradled his side, his shoulder firmly supported.
Taehyung’s long black hair spilled down like silk, blending seamlessly with Jungkook’s dark shirt as it draped over his strong arms.
Cradling him securely, Jungkook ascended the stairs.
His steps were so steady that Taehyung felt no jostling at all, his frantic heartbeat settling strangely
Everyone in the living room kept their gazes lowered.
Every time the eldest master and Mr. Kim appeared together, they were in such a close embrace.
They should have long grown accustomed to it, yet the sheer visual impact of the scene still compelled them to "mind their manners—eyes down, thoughts inward."
On the sofa, Jungguk sobbed, tears and snot running down his face, his features scrunched in misery
Born spoiled rotten, who had ever dared lay a finger on him?
Today marked his first real suffering—a well-spanked backside.
Uncle Xu and the servants rushed over, pulling the blanket aside and comforting him.
Butler Xu
Young Master, don’t cry. The eldest master has called for a doctor. You’ll be fine.
Jeon Jungkook
**From the stairway landing, Bao Tingyuan rumbled in a deep voice** I called the doctor for "Sir".
Butler Xu
**Even steady Uncle Xu couldn’t help but blurt out** Ah-
Jeon Jungguk
**Immediately after, He sobbed between gasps—** AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!
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Chapter 3
Upstairs, in the bedroom.
Jungkook gently carried Taehyung to the bed and covered him with the blanket.
His large, slender hand brushed through the thick black hair while his emerald eyes—gleaming like gemstones behind his glasses—lingered on Taehyung’s reddened eye corners
Jeon Jungkook
Is your heart bothering you?
Kim Taehyung
**Exhaled a long breath** No.
Though his heartbeat was steady, he stiffened as he recalled the original novel’s description, his expression momentarily frozen.
In the book, after Taehyung died of heart disease, Jungkook—who already had a pre-existing condition—could not accept the truth. At first, he barred anyone from nearing Taehyung’s body.
Only through persistent arrangements by both the Kim and Jeon families was Taehyung’s body finally cremated according to funeral rites.
That very night, Jungkook took the ashes and returned to the French estate where they had once held their wedding, shutting himself away and becoming a withdrawn, brooding figure.
Even his own son, Jungguk, was kept at a distance.
Over the next two years, Jungkook suffered from severe dissociative disorder, living in delusions where Taehyung was still alive.
On the day he experienced a moment of lucidity, he dug a grave in the estate’s garden, placed a coffin inside, and lay down with the urn in his arms
Jungguk had sensed something amiss that day but arrived too late—only to witness his father shoot himself.
Taehyung dared not dwell on the tragic scenes, his emotions momentarily frozen with grief.
Slowly, he lifted his slightly reddened eyes, glancing at the man before him to confirm he was alive and well, then lowered them again.
The deep double eyelid folds grew more pronounced, like the pleats of a Chinese fan, fluttering with each glance.
Jungkook noticed the subtle shift in his mood but couldn’t decipher the reason.
Taehyung parted his lips, unsure where to even begin.
Ten years of living together, yet he still didn’t truly understand Jungkook
An impenetrable fog had always separated them.
Before, he had often been trapped in an emotional fog, unable to think clearly.
The original author had only sketched out the parents’ story in a few lines, all for the sake of shaping Jungguk’s character.
After all, they were the antagonists of the story.
Readers didn’t care to know the details of their lives.
As Taehyung lowered his eyes in thought, his long lashes cast delicate shadows like phoenix feathers on his flawless cheeks, quivering with each flutter—so beautiful it made one yearn to kiss them.
Jungkook sensed that he seemed uncharacteristically agitated today, carrying an unusual spark of life.
Jeon Jungkook
**softly** What are you thinking about?
Meeting his deep green gaze, Taehyung remembered how deeply Jungkook loved him—to an extent beyond what most could understand—and felt an unexpected flush of shyness.
Kim Taehyung
**Quickly changed the subject to the child** I'm fine, go check on Jungguk. His little bottom probably hurts.
Standing nearby, Jungkook noticed a faint red mark on his porcelain-pale earlobe
A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes
Jeon Jungkook
After the doctor checks you, I'll go down. Jungguk's fine.
Meanwhile, Taehyung ignored Jungkook’s attentive care, as if he were blind.
All that talk of "love after marriage" was just a "blind and mute marriage."
Kim Taehyung
(A mute paired with a blind man—who wouldn’t call them a "perfect match"?)
Jungkook noticed the slight furrow between his brows, as if some fleeting emotion had surfaced again, and couldn't help but frown as well.
A little boy, monkey-like, dramatically clutched his bottom, leaning against the doorframe
Jeon Jungguk
**Whining softly** Granny Zhong, is my little dad okay? Why aren’t Uncle Chen and the rest here yet?
Uncle Chen was the Western doctor who often visited the house, accompanied by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner surnamed Lin.
The Jeon family estate was in the city center, within three to five kilometers of the nation’s best cardiac specialty hospital and the Jeon family’s private hospital.
The doctors and their assistants wouldn’t take long to arrive from the hospital.
Just as Jungguk finished speaking, the two doctors had already arrived
Butler Xu
**came forward and asked** Young Master, should Dr. Lin check you—
Jeon Jungguk
**Glared in a panic, signaling secrecy**
Jeon Jungguk
**Pushed the door open further** Uncles, hurry and check on my little dad. He… he passed out because I upset him.
On the large bed, Taehyung, who had already recovered, said calmly
Kim Taehyung
Dad didn't faint.
Jeon Jungguk
Oh! **Still mindful of his sore bottom**
Jungguk avoided his big dad and ran to the other side of the bed, grabbing his little dad’s hand.
Though the two doctors often visited the Jeon residence, every time they entered this bedroom and saw the frail yet strikingly beautiful young man, it felt like stepping into another world—their footsteps and voices unconsciously softened.
Standing by the bed in a black shirt and trousers, Jungkook’s icy gaze only intensified the doctors’ unease.
They examined Taehyung thoroughly—first the Western doctor with his stethoscope, then the TCM doctor checking his pulse.
Taehyung listed his symptoms clearly: rapid heartbeat, brief blackouts, and ringing in his ears.
Used to doctors since childhood, he always reported any discomfort right away
Jungkook listened just as intently, not saying a word.
Both doctors said it was nothing serious
Someone
Dr. Lin: **remarked** As I mentioned to Mr. Kim last time, doing Tai Chi now and then and walking around the house grounds would be good for your health.
In the past, Taehyung had a tendency to give up on himself and neglected exercise
Kim Taehyung
**Readily agreed** Alright.
Almost everyone present noticed a new spark of life in his phoenix eyes at that moment.
The two doctors exchanged glances, both surprised and touched.
Mr. Kim, who had shown no interest in anything, was now displaying such a "desire to live"?
Before leaving, Dr. Lin reminded him
Someone
Dr Lin: Second Master, try to stay calm in daily life. If anything happens, first try taking deep breaths and let it go calmly.
Kim Taehyung
**Nod** Today was different. It won’t happen again.
The doctors and their assistants left the bedroom first.
Only the family of three remained in the room.
Taehyung looked at the kid on his left.
He recalled the original plot and how the child had put up with the pain to check on him after being spanked, and he felt even more tenderhearted.
Kim Taehyung
Jungguk, does your butt still hurt?
He tried to sit up but was stopped simultaneously by both father and son.
Jungkook rested a hand on his shoulder, urging him to lie back down, his tone almost commanding.
Jeon Jungguk
**Patted his little father’s slender arm** My butt's okay, Daddy. Don't worry.
After being spanked earlier, he had thought really hard before realizing—if he entered the entertainment industry but his little father was too ill to watch him sing and dance, what good would that be?!
The little one lifted his gaze and snuck a peek at his strict, imposing father.
—He was definitely going to write about the spanking in his diary tonight!
Kim Taehyung
**Hearing his well-behaved words, He felt deeply comforted and asked** So, does that mean you won’t join the entertainment industry anymore?
Jeon Jungguk
**Pressed his lips together and, under his little father’s gentle gaze, silently lowered his head, mumbling in a tiny voice** No… I still want to audition for the show.
Where on earth did this stubbornness come from?
Probably inherited from Jungkook?
Unable to resist, Taehyung gave a look at the man beside the bed.
Before Jungkook could speak, Jungguk puffed out his cheeks,
Jeon Jungguk
**Let out an** Ow!
Flung himself into his dad’s arms, squirming and clinging as he whined sweetly
Jeon Jungguk
Mommy~~ Mommy~~
When Jungguk was first learning to recognize people and speak, he couldn’t tell his two dads apart.
For a while, he would affectionately call the long-haired, gentle younger dad *Mommy*.
As he grew older, Jungguk still occasionally whined and acted spoiled.
Taehyung's heart softened, but then he noticed an arm stretching over his leg.
A large, powerful hand grabbed the back of the boy’s shirt and hauled him up, dragging him straight out.
Jeon Jungguk
**Kicked and squirmed helplessly** Papa, put me down now!
Though he wasn’t short for his age, he stood no chance against his six-foot-three father.
Seeing that Papa remained unmoved, the boy quickly changed tactics, grabbing his father’s shirt and trying to sweet-talk instead
But his sweet talk didn't work.
Jungguk was hauled right out the door.
Jungkook bent down, placing his hand on the back of the boy’s head,
Jeon Jungkook
**Whispered a reminder** I've told you many times not to call your little dad that.
Jeon Jungguk
Oh… **pouted, eyes welling up**
But with his still-sore bottom, he had no choice but to nod. Just as he was about to bring up the feasibility of his "entertainment industry project" again, he saw Papa retreat into the bedroom.
The door slowly shut behind him.
Furious, Jungguk squatted on the ground and grumbled,
—Little Daddy was about to agree, after all.
Taehyung watched as Jungkook walked back in, his stoic face revealing nothing. He finally asked
Kim Taehyung
You’re okay with letting him join some talent show?
Jeon Jungkook
**Voice was calm and indifferent** Tonight I’ll contact Mother about arranging a boarding school in France. He leaves the day after tomorrow.
Kim Taehyung
Huh? **shocked his eyes widened as he stared**
His tone made it sound as simple as taking out the trash!
Was Jungguk even his real son?
The original novel didn’t mention anything like a baby switch plot, did it?
Noticing his surprise, Jungkook leaned down and brushed a lock of hair from Taehyung’s face.
Jeon Jungkook
No need to worry, I won’t let Jungguk suffer abroad
The way Taehyung heard it, this sounded final—no room for debate
Kim Taehyung
**blurted out** No. I don’t want Jungguk going abroad yet.
Who knows what might happen?
At the very least, he wanted to see this child grow up safely, didn’t he?
Jungkook’s chilling gaze was as inscrutable as glacial ice, impossible to read.
Taehyung met his intense stare, just as locked in scrutiny
His head was spinning, but he thought fast and explained
Kim Taehyung
He’s still so young. You can’t just suppress him—you have to guide him. Instead of opposing outright, why don’t we screen the shows ourselves and see which ones are appropriate? Maybe… maybe once he tries one out, he’ll see how tough it is and quit.
After saying all this in one breath, his breathing grew slightly heavier.
But Jungkook remained completely unmoved.
It reminded Taehyung of the time he had slaved over a feasibility analysis report just to convince his parents to let him travel alone to France.
In the end, his parents sat in stunned silence for thirty minutes after reading it.
Gazing at the man who still said nothing, Taehyung arched one eyebrow slightly.
Didn’t Jungkook “deeply love” him?
Couldn’t he even agree to this?
Was the original author lying then?
Under the bone-chilling pressure, Taehyung feared he would oppose the idea and dig in his heels about sending the little one to France.
Kim Taehyung
**His slender fingers instinctively clutched the cuff of the black shirt** Do you understand what I mean?
His almond-shaped eyes blinked rapidly as he pleaded, calling out, “Daddy?
The slightly upturned corners of his eyes, his gaze like silken threads, seemed to entangle the other man.
A few seconds later, the prominent Adam’s apple at the collar of Jungkook’s shirt bobbed slightly, as if a faint “Mm” had escaped from his chest.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll make the arrangements.
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