Jungkookie Twins Daddies [TaekookV] 4

Walking into the nursery was in some ways like walking on stage: Exhilarating and deeply familiar at the same time. Tae had never liked to be on stage, but Vin had never minded it. Probably why they’d ended up where they had: Vin the song and dance man with his campaign promises, kissing babies, shaking hands, genuinely enjoying it all while Tae skulked behind him and made sure savvier people didn’t f*ck him over.

He remembered this room from the orientation of course, but it was like seeing a theater during a show instead of empty. The nursery was full of life and joy now, littles coloring and playing games, one turned over their mommy’s knee and getting spanked in a rocking chair tucked in a corner, a daddy changing his little girl’s diaper on the changing table. It filled his heart but also thickened his cœck. Perhaps he’d be so lucky as to find his own little to do those things with. Or should he say their own little.

To his gaze, it seemed most people there were attached in some fashion. Fun to watch, good candidates for friends, mentors, but he wasn’t in the business of interfering in anyone’s relationship or poaching anyone’s partner.

Perhaps the urge was leftover from Tae’s insistence that he not give the press anything to talk about in regards to his romantic life. Or if he did, that it was just enough for them to speculate he’d started dating someone blandly appropriate for a political wife.

Here, though, Vin didn’t have to muster fake enthusiasm for anyone he had no real interest in. He was free.

After all this time being the public envoy for the Foster-Webb political dynasty, he could do whatever the f*ck he wanted. Within reason.

But he’d never wanted to destroy hotel rooms or commit crimes or anything else that would shame their family. All he’d wanted was this, and the stress and strain of having to keep his real self so tightly under wraps had nearly killed him.

Ambitious. Despite having exited the rat race himself, Vin still admired people who ran it. Suspected too that a hard-driven woman like that would need someone to take care of her after hours, make sure she burned long and bright and didn’t flame out spectacularly. Daddies were good at that. Among other things.

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