The Paranoid Villain’S Little Dad Awakens (Taekook)
Chapter 2
Since when did Mr. Kim want to *hit* the young master?
One of the maids followed him and whispers
Someone
Get a small one. I don’t think the master really intends to hit him.
The Jeon family had no tradition of hitting children.
Moreover, due to his delicate health, Taehyung had always doted on his only child, indulging his every whim without ever so much as scolding him, much less laid a hand on him.
The butler was well aware of this.
Butler Xu
**Concerned about something else and sighed** Sir doesn't have the strength to lift a heavy pot.
The maid was faster, stepping into the kitchen first and handing him the smallest milk pot available.
The little troublemaker had already realized his father was about to take action and bolted up the stairs in a flash.
Jeon Jungguk
Daddy? Are you going to hit me? I'm your only little son! I'm so cute!
Kim Taehyung
**Almost laughed in frustration**
Jeon Jungguk 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.
Kim Taehyung
**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
Someone
Bodyguard: **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.
Jungguk 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 Bao Yiming writhed wildly
Jeon Jungguk
**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,
Jeon Jungguk
**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?
Butler Xu
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.
Taehyung took the handle, looking down at the small white porcelain pot
He couldn’t help it—a second frustrated chuckle escaped him
Not even an adult’s fist could fit through the small pot opening.
Jungguk spotted his savior and writhed like crazy.
But wrapped in the white blanket, he looked like a frantic caterpillar in a cocoon, twisting wildly.
Jeon Jungguk
Quick, call my dad! My Papa’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
Butler Xu
**Dare 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
Jungguk received the "advice," but chose to ignore it.
Jeon Jungguk
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 Jungguk 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, Taehyung took a steadying breath, waiting until his body was balanced, then gave Jungguk’s bottom a light tap.
Jungguk 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.
Someone
**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 Jungguk's big dad— Jeon Jungkook
As a mixed-race individual, Jeon Jungkook's features were more striking than his son Jungguk'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 Jungkook’s piercing gaze was Taehyung—who was often sickly—swinging a small pot to smack their son on the butt.
Taehyung's black hair cascaded like a waterfall, sweat glistening at his temples, his shaky hand still gripping the pot.
Jungguk looked up at his towering father, backlit by the light, as if he’d just seen his hero, crying out for help
Jeon Jungguk
Dad! Quick, my little dad went crazy and hit me! He must have another son somewhere else, waaah... ow!
Hearing this, Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed with displeasure
He quickly stepped forward to steady Taehyung. His voice was oddly soft, clashing with his intimidating look and icy demeanor.
Jeon Jungkook
Why get so worked up?
Thinking he was off the hook, Jungguk tried to scramble up.
The bodyguard started to let go.
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
Jungkook helped Taehyung sit on the sofa, then picked up a glass of warm water
Jeon Jungkook
**Brought it to his dry but soft lips** Drink some water.
Taehyung had become overwhelmed—his vision blurring with dizziness, unable to make out 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 Jungkook’s pale, slender hand.
Behind the lenses, 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, Taehyung turned his head away, a few black strands falling free by his ear
Jungkook handed the glass to a maid, reached out to tuck the loose hair behind Wen Cishu’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.
Jungguk strained to look up, puzzled, at his father, who now loomed like a fortress
Jeon Jungguk
**Shouts** Big Dad, what are you doing? Hurry up and tell them to let me go!
Taehyung also lifted his head slightly, frowning at the man's broad back.
Then 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
Jeon Jungkook
Jungguk **said quietly**
Jeon Jungkook
Repeat what you just said.
One sentence made everyone but Taehyung and Jungguk feel a sharp sense of danger, drawing all eyes toward the father and son.
Jungguk, 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—
Jeon Jungguk
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—
Jeon Jungguk
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The shrill scream pierced their ears, making Taehyung, already dealing with tinnitus, wince as he sank back into the sofa.
Aunt Zhong
Second Master?! **hurried forward to steady him**
Kim Taehyung
No, I’m fine... **took a breath to steady himself, though his pale face gave away his discomfort**
Jungkook tossed aside the small pan and immediately ordered Uncle Xu
Jeon Jungkook
Call the doctor.
With that, he turned, bent down, and lifted Taehyung easily with one arm.
Taehyung was pulled into his embrace, his cheek instinctively nuzzling against Jungkook’s.
Standing at 190 cm, Jungkook had long, powerful arms, while Taehyung, though tall, was slender like bamboo
One arm slid beneath Taehyung’s knees while the other, broad palm cradled his side, his shoulder firmly supported.
Taehyung’s long black hair spilled down like silk, blending seamlessly with Jungkook’s dark shirt as it draped over his strong arms.
Cradling him securely, Jungkook ascended the stairs.
His steps were so steady that 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, Jungguk 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.
Butler Xu
Young Master, don’t cry. The eldest master has called for a doctor. You’ll be fine.
Jeon Jungkook
**From the stairway landing, Bao Tingyuan rumbled in a deep voice** I called the doctor for "Sir".
Butler Xu
**Even steady Uncle Xu couldn’t help but blurt out** Ah-
Jeon Jungguk
**Immediately after, He sobbed between gasps—** AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!
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