The Paranoid Villain’S Little Dad Awakens (Taekook)
Chapter 1
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It's a chinese novel turned into Taekook version
Someone
Parents who could raise a ruthless scum like Jeon Jungguk—who takes what he wants by force and stops at nothing—what kind of decent people could they possibly be?
Someone
Jeon Jungguk was born wicked. His parents brought him into this world but failed to raise him properly. It's a downright societal disgrace!
On the bed, a handsome young man with long hair lay with his eyes tightly shut. His eyes darted rapidly behind closed lids, and the corners of his eyes were damp with tears
His dry, cracked lips parted slightly as he murmured a response to the voices in his head:
Kim Taehyung
No... Jun gguk... he wasn't born evil...
His voice, weakened by long illness, rasped like a saw grating on wood.
Aunt Zhong stepped into the room and, seeing this, rushed to steady Taehyung’s arm.
Kim Taehyung jolted, nearly toppling over, then abruptly opened his eyes, startled and disoriented, his chest heaving
A silken cascade of ink-black hair spilled across the daybed from his shoulders, teetering precariously
His congenital heart condition made him vulnerable to emotional strain, and his face turned ghostly pale.
Aunt Zhong
**rubbed his chest through the blanket, her tone soothing** Easy now, don’t fret.
Gradually, Taehyung’s breathing steadied.
Yet in his almond-shaped eyes—imbued with an unmistakably Eastern classical charm—the ghost of his nightmare lingered.
When he recognized Aunt Zhong’s face, he pressed his bloodless lips tightly together
He couldn’t begin to explain the sheer horror of the dream he had just experienced
In it, Jeon Jungguk—the child he and his husband, Jeon Jungkook, had raised—was the smirking, manipulative villain of an over-the-top tragic novel
Their excessive indulgence had led Jeon Jungguk to grow up willful and stubborn.
By his twenties, Jeon Jungguk had become a scoundrel who abused the protagonist, treating them as nothing more than a stand-in for his white moonlight
As for family, Kim Taehyung had died of a heart attack when Jeon Jungguk was just twelve.
Now, his breaths came heavy, his heart hammered, sending blood rushing through his limbs.
Feeling returned to his numb limbs, and the weight crushing his chest seemed to lift slightly.
His mind felt as clear as glass washed clean by water.
Kim Taehyung
**Asked softly** Aunt Zhong... how old is Jungguk this year?
Aunt Zhong
Nine, of course.
Aunt Zhong was startled—hadn’t they just celebrated the young master’s birthday in high spirits?
Kim Taehyung
**Lowered his eyelids slightly** "There’s still time."
A timid voice followed the knock at the door.
A young maid from the Jeon family peeked into the room.
Taehyung turned his gaze toward the bedroom entrance.
Meeting Taehyung’s eyes, the maid immediately lowered her head
Since joining the Jeon household, she had never stepped into this restricted bedroom.
Inside, Chinese-style decorative lines framed the space like classical paintings, accentuating the ethereal beauty of the long-haired figure reclining on the chaise lounge.
There was a belief that hair grows by consuming one's vitality.
Despite Mr. Kim’s delicate health, his hair was unnaturally thick, jet-black, and lustrous—a rare sight indeed.
Beside the chaise lounge, Auntie Zhong bent down and carefully pulled the light blanket higher over him.
Aunt Zhong
Second Master, please keep resting. I’ll go see what’s going on.
Kim Taehyung
**Fixed his weak gaze on the somewhat unfamiliar face and asked softly** What happened? Tell me.
Everyone in the Jeon household prioritized Taehyung’s well-being, making sure no minor or troubling matters reached his ears.
The maid naturally dared not speak either, only glancing anxiously at Auntie Zhong for guidance.
Having watched Taehyung grow up, Auntie Zhong cherished him as if he were her own eyes.
Aunt Zhong
It must be some household issue. I'll handle it. Second Master should rest.
Kim Taehyung
**Surprisingly firm** Auntie Zhong, I want to know.
With no choice, Auntie Zhong signaled for the maid to step forward.
Someone
**Stole another glance at the strikingly beautiful yet fragile Mr. Kim and hesitantly explained** It’s the young master… He—he says he wants to join a talent show…
Kim Taehyung
Cough, cough...
Before she could finish, Taehyung broke into uncontrollable coughing, his heart pounding violently as though trying to leap from his chest.
The phrases “born but not raised” and “born wicked” from his dream sent a chill through his blood.
Someone
**Startled, the maid tried to soothe him** Master, please don’t get upset
Everyone in the Jeon household referred to Taehyung as "Master."
After several coughs, Taehyung oddly regained some color in his face, his eyes glistening with moisture. He threw off the blanket.
Kim Taehyung
I’m going to see for myself
Before Auntie Zhong could protest, he gently gripped her forearm and comforted her in their local dialect.
Kim Taehyung
Auntie Zhong, it’s alright. Don’t worry.
Auntie Zhong said nothing further and carefully helped the Second Master to his feet
The attentive maid quickly fetched the light blanket and softly draped it over Mr. Kim’s shoulders
Kim Taehyung
**Pulled it closer** Thank you.
The maid kept her eyes downcast, warmed by his gentle tone
Auntie Zhong brushed aside the strands of black hair falling across his face before steadying him as they slowly walked out together.
At that moment, a chaotic mix of shouts and screams came from the living room downstairs.
Taehyung, who had been walking slowly, frowned when he realized what the noise was and quickened his pace to the corridor overlooking the living room.
In the extravagantly decorated classical living room, a little monkey was leaping up and down along the square-recessed Chinese-style sofa.
Holding a black remote control like a microphone, he chanted like a spell, belting out a relentless stream of noise.
And of course, this lively “monkey concert” had a full audience—three rows deep:
The family’s butler, maids, driver, and bodyguards.
The rowdy, shrieking little menace was none other than the future obsessive villain from the book, Jeon Jungguk.
Taehyung gripped the railing tightly as he watched the little rascal's triumphant display
His chest tightened with a dull ache again
The original author had just casually decreed someone as the villain.
As the villain’s parent, however, the burden was far heavier
Taehyung slowly entered the antique elevator at the end of the corridor.
The elevator descended leisurely.
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the black wrought-iron grille, casting fragmented shadows on Taehyung’s flawless, porcelain face.
The commotion caught the attention of those on the first floor.
As the elevator doors opened, Taehyung stepped out slowly, supported by Aunt Zhong, his pale face creased with a faint frown.
Several people who rarely saw Mr. Kim were momentarily stunned, as if witnessing a movie hero’s grand entrance.
Someone
**The Jeon family’s butler, Uncle Xu, exclaimed in surprise,** Sir, you’re up?
Only then did Taehyung notice his little father’s arrival.
Jeon Jungguk
**Jumped onto the coffee table, he grinned and called out** Papa! Isn’t my new rap fire? [unintelligible screeching]
Jungguk had inherited some mixed genes from his Chinese-French mixed dad, combined with Taehyung’s Eastern genes, resulting in black hair and amber eyes from birth.
As a child, he had been an absurdly cuddly baby.
Who would have thought he’d turn into such a little terror?
Taehyung had to tilt his head up slightly to look at the nine-year-old rascal, his brows faintly furrowed, unconsciously revealing a trace of worry
Noticing that his little father had to crane his neck to see him
Jeon Jungguk
**Obligingly hopped down** Papa? I want to join the entertainment industry! They say my face’ll blow up!
His little father had never said no to him, so he spoke as if it were a given, like his debut was already guaranteed.
Taehyung was already unsettled, swamped by the day’s chaos, his thoughts drifting uncontrollably. Hearing this, he blanked for a second.
Jeon Jungguk
I want to audition for an entertainment show! My classmate said there’s a company scouting kid trainees (9–15)!!
True to form, he bounced back onto the sofa.
Butler Xu was so frightened that he rushed to catch him, trembling like a eunuch in an ancient imperial court.
Butler Xu
Good lord! Don’t fall!
The maids couldn’t help but think—this rosewood tea table was a wedding gift from the old master of the Jeon family.
Along with the entire set of luxurious Chinese-style chairs, tables, and long couches, each piece was priceless.
Seeing his wild antics, Taehyung spoke
Kim Taehyung
**Sternly for the first time to stop him** Jeon Jungguk, come down this instant!
Aunt Zhong and Uncle Xu, hearing his tone, exchanged puzzled glances.
Jungguk swayed his hips, showing off his newly learned dance moves, without a care in the world.
Jeon Jungguk
Papa, tell me first—does my dancing look good?
The mere thought of his future—"‘forced possession,’ ‘imprisonment and tragic love’"—made Wen Cishu wish he could cram the entire penal code into the boy’s brain.
Kim Taehyung
**Suppressing his palpitations, he spoke softly** Jungguk, at your age, you should be focusing on your studies.
Jeon Jungguk
**Eyes widened slowly** Papa, you don’t support me?
He stomped his foot, but the sturdy, expensive sofa didn’t budge an inch.
Neither did the resolute expression on his Little dad’s beautiful face.
Jeon Jungguk
**Shouts** I don’t care! I’m joining the idol audition!
Hearing the commotion, Uncle Xu gestured for the maids, drivers, and bodyguards to disperse.
Jeon Jungguk
**Bounced between the Chinese-style sofas** I’m going to be a top-tier idol! Papa, don’t stop me! No one can!
Taehyung felt short of breath, his heart aching again.
Kim Taehyung
**Glancing around and finding nothing suitable at hand, he managed to order** Uncle Xu, bring me a frying pan—and two bodyguards.
Kim Taehyung
**His phoenix eyes narrowed at the lawless, hyperactive little troublemaker before adding** Make it four bodyguards.
Jeon Jungguk
**Standing atop the sofa, He looked down at his usually indulgent Little Dad in disbelief** Papa? You misunderstood—I’m going to an idol audition, not a fight. No need for bodyguards!
Uncle Xu stared at Mr. Kim, who was swaying unsteadily and struggling to breathe, wondering if he’d misheard. He thought, [Am I dreaming?]
Kim Taehyung
Go get it **exhaled heavily, leaving no room for argument.**
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Hope you all like this story
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I really want to make a taekook version of this story
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Like chatstory to be more specific
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