VELVET CHAINS [Taekook] Five Years of Fire and Cradle

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The first night Minjun came home from the hospital, the Jeon mansion changed forever. No longer a cold fortress of polished marble and quiet halls, it became filled with soft cries and the scent of baby powder.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook stood in the nursery at 3 a.m., tie still around his neck, staring at the sleeping infant. He had built empires, destroyed rivals, and silenced traitors… But this tiny human? He didn’t know how to hold him without fearing he’d break.

jin

Kim Seokjin entered quietly, his silk robe trailing behind his. “You look like you’re staring at a ticking bomb,” he teased softly, placing a warm hand on her son’s shoulder.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

jin

“You won’t,” he said, taking Minjun carefully and showing him how to cradle the small head. “See? Support the neck. He just wants to feel you.”💞

jin

Jeon Jungkook

Minjun stirred, eyes fluttering open, letting out a tiny noise—more squeak than cry. Jungkook froze😳, then tightened his hold instinctively. The baby’s warmth sank into his chest like sunlight through a storm.

✦ Year One: Sleepless Kingdom

Running Jeon Corporations demanded Jungkook’s daylight, but the nights belonged to Minjun. He’d attend a midnight call with a supplier in Busan, then slip out of his chair at the sound of faint crying. His right hand, Min Yoongi, would glance up from reports but say nothing—knowing better than to offer help when Jungkook’s eyes were already on the door.

namjoon

Kim Namjoon would drop by unannounced, a calm presence in a world of chaos. The retired boss would stand in the nursery doorway, arms crossed, watching Jungkook awkwardly try to rock the baby. “You look uncomfortable, son,” Namjoon rumbled.

Jeon Jungkook

“I’m not,” Jungkook muttered, pacing slowly

namjoon

“You’ve survived bullets and betrayals, but one little cry and you look like you’re about to negotiate with death.” Jungkook shot him a glare. Namjoon smirked, stepping forward to adjust the blanket with surprising gentleness. “He’s ours now,” the older man said quietly. “Keep him close.”

✦ Year Two: The Mansion Comes Alive

By Minjun’s second birthday, the mansion no longer gleamed with sterile perfection. Toys littered the hallways. Crayon doodles—despite Seokjin’s protests—crept up the edges of kitchen walls.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would come home from twelve hours of meetings, and Minjun would toddle in on wobbly legs, arms raised.

minjun

“Appa! Appaaa!!”

Our little bean 💖🫶🏻

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would lift him high despite the exhaustion pulling at his bones, kissing the chubby cheek. “Missed me, little man?”

minjun

“Mishh you lots lots!” Minjun would giggle, clutching Jungkook’s hair with sticky fingers.

jin

Seokjin would fuss over both of them, pulling Minjun’s tiny shoes off. “Look at you two. CEO of the city, and you don’t even notice your tie’s covered in cookie crumbs,” he scolded, brushing Jungkook’s shirt.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook only smirked faintly, watching Minjun babble to a stuffed bear on the carpet.

✦ Year Three: The Storm of Tantrums

Three and a half years old brought a new challenge: a boy who spoke in broken words but felt full emotions.

One evening, Jungkook returned from a particularly brutal negotiation, tie loosened, eyes shadowed. He found the dining room in chaos—Minjun on the floor, fists pounding the tiles, cheeks wet. Seokjin crouched helplessly nearby. Namjoon sat at the head of the table, silent and observing like a general at war.

Jeon Jungkook

"What's happening here?” Jungkook asked, stepping closer.

minjun

Minjun wailed, “Nooo… no b’ccoli! No gween trees!!”

jin

“It’s not poison, sweetheart,” Seokjin soothed, trying to hold a spoon.

minjun

“NOOO!! Don’ wan’ gween! Wanna noo‑noo!” Minjun’s voice cracked with desperation.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook exhaled slowly, crouching down, his black suit brushing the floor. He took Minjun’s little hands gently but firmly. “Minjun. Look at Appa.”

minjun

The boy sniffled, hiccuping, “No gween… yucky…”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook tilted his head, softening his tone, a tone his enemies would never recognize. “You want noodles instead?”

minjun

Minjun’s eyes lit through tears. “Yesh ! pleaaase…”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook nodded once, glancing up at the butler. “Bring noodles. Now.”❄️

jin

Seokjin huffed, but her eyes were soft. “You’re spoiling him.”🙄

namjoon

Namjoon’s low chuckle rumbled. “Better noodles than war.”😃

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook only held his son close as the sobbing faded into hiccupping giggles against his shoulder.💕

✦ Year Four to Five: Two Worlds Collide

Balancing the underworld and fatherhood was like walking a knife’s edge.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook sat in his office, bloodied knuckles wrapped in bandages

minjun

While Minjun crawled into his lap holding a book upside down “Appa… read ‘dis?”

Jeon Jungkook

“Of course.” Jungkook would turn the pages slowly, voice low and steady, even as Yoongi’s messages buzzed on his phone about rival threats.

Hoseok often arrived with late-night reports only to stop at the doorway, smiling at the sight of the fearsome CEO with a tiny boy curled on his chest, both asleep in the chair. Seokjin would check in every morning, slipping into the kitchen as Minjun babbled through breakfast.

minjun

“Appa! Look! Eggy break!”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook, hair still damp from a shower, would smile faintly, “Good job, Junnie.”

Namjoon sometimes joined them at the long dining table, watching his grandson chatter about colors and cars.

minjun

“Daddy, look! Big twuck go vroom vroom!”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would glance up from a report and nod seriously. “Yes. Very fast truck.” In those rare moments, the house felt whole—patched together by laughter and stubborn love🫶🏻💖

Years passed in a blur of night feeds, tantrums, company takeovers, and secret wars. Jungkook was not gentle by nature, but Minjun softened him, taught him patience, taught him to feel again.

minjun

And every time the boy looked up at him with those wide eyes and whispered,

minjun

"Appa… you mine,”🥺

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook’s heart, scarred and guarded, ached in the best way.

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