Chapter 5

The morning had started so wonderfully. Taehyung relished the giggles of Minho, the sweet aroma of strawberry pancakes still lingering in the air, and the joy of simply being a big brother figure to the little boy. But now, his heart pounded in his chest as he replayed the last few moments in Minho's father's room.

The image of that man—tall, broad-shouldered, and dripping wet—was seared into Taehyung’s mind. Though he hadn’t gotten a good look at his face, the sheer intensity of his presence was unforgettable. Taehyung shook his head as he glanced at Minho, who sat beside him on the floor, clutching his favorite plush toy.

“Hyung,” Minho’s small voice broke through Taehyung’s thoughts, “are you scared of Daddy?”

Taehyung blinked, startled by the question. He softened his tone as he replied, “No, Minho, I’m not scared. But your daddy... he seems very serious.”

Minho nodded solemnly. “He is. He doesn’t smile much.” The boy hesitated before whispering, “He works a lot. Sometimes I think he forgets I’m here.”

Taehyung’s heart ached at the words. How could anyone forget about this sweet, bubbly child? He reached out, ruffling Minho’s hair. “Well, you have me now. And I’ll make sure you’re never forgotten, okay?”

Minho’s face lit up with a small smile, and he hugged Taehyung tightly. “Thank you, hyung. You’re the best.”

Taehyung hugged him back, but his mind wandered back to Minho’s father. Something about him didn’t just intimidate Taehyung—it intrigued him.

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Later that day, after their playful activities calmed down, Taehyung found himself flipping through a stack of magazines on the coffee table. As he absentmindedly turned the pages, his eyes froze on a familiar figure.

There, on the glossy cover of a men’s fashion magazine, was a strikingly handsome man with piercing eyes and an effortless air of confidence. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, his chiseled jawline and smoldering gaze demanding attention.

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. That body, those eyes... It was him.

“Minho,” Taehyung called out, holding up the magazine, “is this your daddy?”

Minho peeked over and nodded nonchalantly. “Yeah, that’s Daddy. He’s famous. People call him JK.”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped. “Wait... Your dad is the JK? The idol? The actor? The model?”

Minho nodded again, his attention more focused on the tower of blocks he was building. “Uh-huh. Daddy’s on TV a lot. And people always talk about how cool he is.”

Taehyung leaned back, stunned. He had seen JK on billboards, magazine spreads, and even in commercials, but he’d never imagined meeting him in person—let alone living under the same roof.

“Your dad is... your dad is kind of a big deal, Minho,” Taehyung said, still trying to process the revelation.

Minho shrugged. “He’s just Daddy to me. But he’s always busy. I like spending time with you more.”

Taehyung smiled at the innocence in Minho’s words, but his thoughts were anything but innocent. JK wasn’t just any celebrity; he was the embodiment of perfection. His tall, muscular frame, those sharp eyes, and the undeniable aura of power he carried... It was no wonder the world idolized him.

Taehyung’s cheeks burned as he recalled the moment in the room. JK had been so close, his damp skin glistening, his towel barely holding on...

He shook his head, trying to dispel the image. Get a grip, Taehyung. He’s Minho’s dad, not some guy you can fantasize about.

Still, as the day went on, Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a mix of nerves and curiosity. Living in the same house as someone like JK was bound to be an experience he’d never forget. And though the man’s icy demeanor was intimidating, Taehyung couldn’t deny the strange pull he felt toward him.

Little did Taehyung know, this was only the beginning of a much more complicated relationship.

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