The Paranoid Villain’S Little Dad Awakens (Taekook)
Chapter 3
Upstairs, in the bedroom.
Jungkook gently carried Taehyung to the bed and covered him with the blanket.
His large, slender hand brushed through the thick black hair while his emerald eyes—gleaming like gemstones behind his glasses—lingered on Taehyung’s reddened eye corners
Jeon Jungkook
Is your heart bothering you?
Kim Taehyung
**Exhaled a long breath** No.
Though his heartbeat was steady, he stiffened as he recalled the original novel’s description, his expression momentarily frozen.
In the book, after Taehyung died of heart disease, Jungkook—who already had a pre-existing condition—could not accept the truth. At first, he barred anyone from nearing Taehyung’s body.
Only through persistent arrangements by both the Kim and Jeon families was Taehyung’s body finally cremated according to funeral rites.
That very night, Jungkook took the ashes and returned to the French estate where they had once held their wedding, shutting himself away and becoming a withdrawn, brooding figure.
Even his own son, Jungguk, was kept at a distance.
Over the next two years, Jungkook suffered from severe dissociative disorder, living in delusions where Taehyung was still alive.
On the day he experienced a moment of lucidity, he dug a grave in the estate’s garden, placed a coffin inside, and lay down with the urn in his arms
Jungguk had sensed something amiss that day but arrived too late—only to witness his father shoot himself.
Taehyung dared not dwell on the tragic scenes, his emotions momentarily frozen with grief.
Slowly, he lifted his slightly reddened eyes, glancing at the man before him to confirm he was alive and well, then lowered them again.
The deep double eyelid folds grew more pronounced, like the pleats of a Chinese fan, fluttering with each glance.
Jungkook noticed the subtle shift in his mood but couldn’t decipher the reason.
Taehyung parted his lips, unsure where to even begin.
Ten years of living together, yet he still didn’t truly understand Jungkook
An impenetrable fog had always separated them.
Before, he had often been trapped in an emotional fog, unable to think clearly.
The original author had only sketched out the parents’ story in a few lines, all for the sake of shaping Jungguk’s character.
After all, they were the antagonists of the story.
Readers didn’t care to know the details of their lives.
As Taehyung lowered his eyes in thought, his long lashes cast delicate shadows like phoenix feathers on his flawless cheeks, quivering with each flutter—so beautiful it made one yearn to kiss them.
Jungkook sensed that he seemed uncharacteristically agitated today, carrying an unusual spark of life.
Jeon Jungkook
**softly** What are you thinking about?
Meeting his deep green gaze, Taehyung remembered how deeply Jungkook loved him—to an extent beyond what most could understand—and felt an unexpected flush of shyness.
Kim Taehyung
**Quickly changed the subject to the child** I'm fine, go check on Jungguk. His little bottom probably hurts.
Standing nearby, Jungkook noticed a faint red mark on his porcelain-pale earlobe
A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes
Jeon Jungkook
After the doctor checks you, I'll go down. Jungguk's fine.
Meanwhile, Taehyung ignored Jungkook’s attentive care, as if he were blind.
All that talk of "love after marriage" was just a "blind and mute marriage."
Kim Taehyung
(A mute paired with a blind man—who wouldn’t call them a "perfect match"?)
Jungkook noticed the slight furrow between his brows, as if some fleeting emotion had surfaced again, and couldn't help but frown as well.
A little boy, monkey-like, dramatically clutched his bottom, leaning against the doorframe
Jeon Jungguk
**Whining softly** Granny Zhong, is my little dad okay? Why aren’t Uncle Chen and the rest here yet?
Uncle Chen was the Western doctor who often visited the house, accompanied by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner surnamed Lin.
The Jeon family estate was in the city center, within three to five kilometers of the nation’s best cardiac specialty hospital and the Jeon family’s private hospital.
The doctors and their assistants wouldn’t take long to arrive from the hospital.
Just as Jungguk finished speaking, the two doctors had already arrived
Butler Xu
**came forward and asked** Young Master, should Dr. Lin check you—
Jeon Jungguk
**Glared in a panic, signaling secrecy**
Jeon Jungguk
**Pushed the door open further** Uncles, hurry and check on my little dad. He… he passed out because I upset him.
On the large bed, Taehyung, who had already recovered, said calmly
Kim Taehyung
Dad didn't faint.
Jeon Jungguk
Oh! **Still mindful of his sore bottom**
Jungguk avoided his big dad and ran to the other side of the bed, grabbing his little dad’s hand.
Though the two doctors often visited the Jeon residence, every time they entered this bedroom and saw the frail yet strikingly beautiful young man, it felt like stepping into another world—their footsteps and voices unconsciously softened.
Standing by the bed in a black shirt and trousers, Jungkook’s icy gaze only intensified the doctors’ unease.
They examined Taehyung thoroughly—first the Western doctor with his stethoscope, then the TCM doctor checking his pulse.
Taehyung listed his symptoms clearly: rapid heartbeat, brief blackouts, and ringing in his ears.
Used to doctors since childhood, he always reported any discomfort right away
Jungkook listened just as intently, not saying a word.
Both doctors said it was nothing serious
Someone
Dr. Lin: **remarked** As I mentioned to Mr. Kim last time, doing Tai Chi now and then and walking around the house grounds would be good for your health.
In the past, Taehyung had a tendency to give up on himself and neglected exercise
Kim Taehyung
**Readily agreed** Alright.
Almost everyone present noticed a new spark of life in his phoenix eyes at that moment.
The two doctors exchanged glances, both surprised and touched.
Mr. Kim, who had shown no interest in anything, was now displaying such a "desire to live"?
Before leaving, Dr. Lin reminded him
Someone
Dr Lin: Second Master, try to stay calm in daily life. If anything happens, first try taking deep breaths and let it go calmly.
Kim Taehyung
**Nod** Today was different. It won’t happen again.
The doctors and their assistants left the bedroom first.
Only the family of three remained in the room.
Taehyung looked at the kid on his left.
He recalled the original plot and how the child had put up with the pain to check on him after being spanked, and he felt even more tenderhearted.
Kim Taehyung
Jungguk, does your butt still hurt?
He tried to sit up but was stopped simultaneously by both father and son.
Jungkook rested a hand on his shoulder, urging him to lie back down, his tone almost commanding.
Jeon Jungguk
**Patted his little father’s slender arm** My butt's okay, Daddy. Don't worry.
After being spanked earlier, he had thought really hard before realizing—if he entered the entertainment industry but his little father was too ill to watch him sing and dance, what good would that be?!
The little one lifted his gaze and snuck a peek at his strict, imposing father.
—He was definitely going to write about the spanking in his diary tonight!
Kim Taehyung
**Hearing his well-behaved words, He felt deeply comforted and asked** So, does that mean you won’t join the entertainment industry anymore?
Jeon Jungguk
**Pressed his lips together and, under his little father’s gentle gaze, silently lowered his head, mumbling in a tiny voice** No… I still want to audition for the show.
Where on earth did this stubbornness come from?
Probably inherited from Jungkook?
Unable to resist, Taehyung gave a look at the man beside the bed.
Before Jungkook could speak, Jungguk puffed out his cheeks,
Jeon Jungguk
**Let out an** Ow!
Flung himself into his dad’s arms, squirming and clinging as he whined sweetly
Jeon Jungguk
Mommy~~ Mommy~~
When Jungguk was first learning to recognize people and speak, he couldn’t tell his two dads apart.
For a while, he would affectionately call the long-haired, gentle younger dad *Mommy*.
As he grew older, Jungguk still occasionally whined and acted spoiled.
Taehyung's heart softened, but then he noticed an arm stretching over his leg.
A large, powerful hand grabbed the back of the boy’s shirt and hauled him up, dragging him straight out.
Jeon Jungguk
**Kicked and squirmed helplessly** Papa, put me down now!
Though he wasn’t short for his age, he stood no chance against his six-foot-three father.
Seeing that Papa remained unmoved, the boy quickly changed tactics, grabbing his father’s shirt and trying to sweet-talk instead
But his sweet talk didn't work.
Jungguk was hauled right out the door.
Jungkook bent down, placing his hand on the back of the boy’s head,
Jeon Jungkook
**Whispered a reminder** I've told you many times not to call your little dad that.
Jeon Jungguk
Oh… **pouted, eyes welling up**
But with his still-sore bottom, he had no choice but to nod. Just as he was about to bring up the feasibility of his "entertainment industry project" again, he saw Papa retreat into the bedroom.
The door slowly shut behind him.
Furious, Jungguk squatted on the ground and grumbled,
—Little Daddy was about to agree, after all.
Taehyung watched as Jungkook walked back in, his stoic face revealing nothing. He finally asked
Kim Taehyung
You’re okay with letting him join some talent show?
Jeon Jungkook
**Voice was calm and indifferent** Tonight I’ll contact Mother about arranging a boarding school in France. He leaves the day after tomorrow.
Kim Taehyung
Huh? **shocked his eyes widened as he stared**
His tone made it sound as simple as taking out the trash!
Was Jungguk even his real son?
The original novel didn’t mention anything like a baby switch plot, did it?
Noticing his surprise, Jungkook leaned down and brushed a lock of hair from Taehyung’s face.
Jeon Jungkook
No need to worry, I won’t let Jungguk suffer abroad
The way Taehyung heard it, this sounded final—no room for debate
Kim Taehyung
**blurted out** No. I don’t want Jungguk going abroad yet.
Who knows what might happen?
At the very least, he wanted to see this child grow up safely, didn’t he?
Jungkook’s chilling gaze was as inscrutable as glacial ice, impossible to read.
Taehyung met his intense stare, just as locked in scrutiny
His head was spinning, but he thought fast and explained
Kim Taehyung
He’s still so young. You can’t just suppress him—you have to guide him. Instead of opposing outright, why don’t we screen the shows ourselves and see which ones are appropriate? Maybe… maybe once he tries one out, he’ll see how tough it is and quit.
After saying all this in one breath, his breathing grew slightly heavier.
But Jungkook remained completely unmoved.
It reminded Taehyung of the time he had slaved over a feasibility analysis report just to convince his parents to let him travel alone to France.
In the end, his parents sat in stunned silence for thirty minutes after reading it.
Gazing at the man who still said nothing, Taehyung arched one eyebrow slightly.
Didn’t Jungkook “deeply love” him?
Couldn’t he even agree to this?
Was the original author lying then?
Under the bone-chilling pressure, Taehyung feared he would oppose the idea and dig in his heels about sending the little one to France.
Kim Taehyung
**His slender fingers instinctively clutched the cuff of the black shirt** Do you understand what I mean?
His almond-shaped eyes blinked rapidly as he pleaded, calling out, “Daddy?
The slightly upturned corners of his eyes, his gaze like silken threads, seemed to entangle the other man.
A few seconds later, the prominent Adam’s apple at the collar of Jungkook’s shirt bobbed slightly, as if a faint “Mm” had escaped from his chest.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll make the arrangements.
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