Ch: 1 His Family •••

## 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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