Ch: 2 His Family •••

## 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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