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The Paranoid Villain’S Little Dad Awakens

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Chapter 3

"Daddy? Are you going to hit me? I'm your only little son! I'm so cute!"

Cute?

Kim Taehyung almost laughed in frustration.

Jeon Gukk 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.

He 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, and said 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.

Jeon Gukk 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 Jeon Gukk writhed wildly, 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, 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?"

"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.

Kim Taehyung took the handle, looking down at the small white porcelain pot.

He couldn’t help it—a second frustrated chuckle escaped him.

The flat bottom of the milk pot was only as big as his palm.

Not even an adult’s fist could fit through the small pot opening.

"Grandpa Xu!"

Jeon Gukk spotted his savior and writhed like crazy.

But wrapped in the white blanket, he looked like a frantic caterpillar in a cocoon, twisting wildly.

"Quick, call my big dad! My little dad’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.

Xu dared 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.

Jeon Gukk received the "advice," but chose to ignore it.

"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 Jeon Gukk 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, Kim Taehyung took a steadying breath, waiting until his body was balanced, then gave Jeon Gukk’s bottom a light tap.

"Ow ow ow—!"

Gukk 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.

Then, 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 Jeon Gukk’s big dad—Jeon Jungkook

As a mixed-race individual, Jeon JungKook 's features were more striking than his son Jeon Guk’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 Jeon JungKook’s piercing gaze was Kim Taehyung—who was often sickly—swinging a small pot to smack their son on the butt.

Kim Taehyung's black hair cascaded like a waterfall, sweat glistening at his temples, his shaky hand still gripping the pot.

Jeon Gukk looked up at his towering father, backlit by the light, as if he’d just seen his hero, crying out for help.

"Big Dad! Quick, my little dad went crazy and hit me! He must have another son somewhere else, waaah... ow!"

Another whack came down.

Hearing this, Jeon JungKook's thick brows furrowed with displeasure.

He quickly stepped forward to steady Kim Taehyung. His voice was oddly soft, clashing with his intimidating look and icy demeanor: "Why get so worked up?"

Thinking he was off the hook, Jeon Gukk tried to scramble up.

The bodyguard started to let go.

But 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.

"Yowch—"

Jeon Gukk yelped pitifully.

Jeon JungKook helped Kim Taehyung sit on the sofa, then picked up a glass of warm water and brought it to his dry but soft lips. "Drink some water."

Kim Taehyung had become overwhelmed—his vision blurring with dizziness, unable to make out Jeon 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 Jeon JungKook’s pale, slender hand.

Behind the lenses, Jeon 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, Kim Taehyung turned his head away, a few black strands falling free by his ear.

Jeon JungKook handed the glass to a maid, reached out to tuck the loose hair behind Kim Taehyung’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.

Jeon Gukk strained to look up, puzzled, at his father, who now loomed like a fortress.

Still defiant, he shouted, "Big Dad, what are you doing? Hurry up and tell them to let me go!"

Kim Taehyung also lifted his head slightly, frowning at the man's broad back.

Then Jeon 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.

"Gukk," he said quietly, "repeat what you just said."

One sentence made everyone but Kim Taehyung and Jeon Gukk feel a sharp sense of danger, drawing all eyes toward the father and son.

"Ah?"

Jeon Gukk, 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—

"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—

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The shrill scream pierced their ears, making Kim Taehyung, already dealing with tinnitus, wince as he sank back into the sofa.

"Second Master?!" Aunt Zhong hurried forward to steady him.

"No, I’m fine..." Kim Taehyung took a breath to steady himself, though his pale face gave away his discomfort.

Jeon JungKook tossed aside the small pan and immediately ordered Uncle Xu, "Call the doctor."

With that, he turned, bent down, and lifted Kim Taehyung easily with one arm.

Kim Taehyung was pulled into his embrace, his cheek instinctively nuzzling against Jeon JungKook’s.

Standing at 190 cm, Jeon JungKook had long, powerful arms, while Kim Taehyung, though tall, was slender like bamboo.

One arm slid beneath Kim Taehyung’s knees while the other, broad palm cradled his side, his shoulder firmly supported.

Kim Taehyung’s long black hair spilled down like silk, blending seamlessly with Jeon JungKook’s dark shirt as it draped over his strong arms.

Cradling him securely, Jeon JungKook ascended the stairs.

His steps were so steady that Kim 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, Jeon Gukk 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.

"Young Master, don’t cry. The eldest master has called for a doctor. You’ll be fine."

From the stairway landing, Jeon JungKook rumbled in a deep voice, "I called the doctor for Sir."

Even steady Uncle Xu couldn’t help but blurt out, "Ah?"

Immediately after, Jeon Gukk sobbed between gasps— "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!"

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