The Paranoid Villain’S Little Dad Awakens (Taekook)
Chapter 4
A lanky figure stood practicing calligraphy
He was supposed to sit properly, but within half an hour, it felt like sitting on pins and needles—unable to stay still, fidgeting through a dozen positions in ten minutes
Taehyung noticed and told him to stand instead.
Jungguk grumbled to himself, still hung up on his "showbiz dreams," though he dared not say anything out loud.
He snuck a peek at his dad, wondering why Dad suddenly cared so much about his studies
Didn’t Dad always say that as long as he was healthy, everything else was fine?
Taehyung sat by the window, looking completely relaxed against a rosewood armrest.
Outside, lush plants swayed gently, sunlight filtering through in soft patches between the leaves.
In front of him was a plate of freshly cut seasonal fruit and a book titled *Tai Chi for Wellness*.
Holding a jade letter opener with intricate ruyi patterns in his slender fingers
Kim Taehyung
**Lazily flipped a page and said calmly** Don’t look at me. Focus on the characters.
Jungguk had never heard his dad speak to him like this before—what was going on?!
Distracted, he dipped his brush to write a curved stroke, but the tip suddenly trembled
He looked up in disbelief at his dad.
Were his dads having problems?
Otherwise, why was Dad acting so differently?
Being a second grader, Jungguk already had classmates from broken homes
His amber eyes stared at the crooked calligraphy in front of him, the characters almost looking like they said, "You’re about to become a child of divorce."
Before he could react, a housekeeper came in and said
Someone
Sir, your eldest son is in his study and would like you to come over. He says it’s something important.
Kim Taehyung
All right. **remembered their conversation from last night**
Jungkook always kept his word—it must mean he’d gotten somewhere with it.
As Taehyung stood, his jet-black hair fell over his shoulders.
Tilting his head back slightly, he casually used the jade letter opener as a hairpin to tie up his long locks.
Before leaving, he placed the fruit plate on the desk and told Jungguk.
Kim Taehyung
Just fifteen more minutes. Hang in there.
Jeon Jungguk
Mm-hmm! **nodded eagerly**
Lifting his brush like he meant to keep going. But the moment his dad disappeared from view, he dropped the brush and ducked out through another door
He went to find Old Xu and asked
Jeon Jungguk
Grandpa Xu, what’s up with Dad?
Butler Xu
What do you mean?
Uncle Xu emerged from the kitchen, and when he noticed ink stains on his fingers, he pulled out a clean white handkerchief to wipe them off.
He had once served the old patriarch of the Jeon family, and after Jungkook married, he was reassigned to care for him.
He'd seen Jungguk grow up since infancy.
Since he was unmarried with no children of his own, he treated the boy like family.
Jungguk wasn't sure how to phrase it, but after a moment's hesitation, he asked
Jeon Jungguk
Why didn’t Dad go to the company today? Isn’t he busy?
Butler Xu
Of course he’s busy.
Butler Xu
**Pointed toward the eldest son’s study** Albert just took up a stack of documents.
He meant Jungkook’s assistant, Albert
The phrase “a stack of documents” hit Jungguk’s ears and his mind instantly interpreted it as—“divorce papers,” “asset division agreements,” “custody arrangements.”
The kid bolted upright, startling Uncle Xu.
Jeon Jungguk
**Steadied the older man** I’m going up!
One day, when he held his concert, both of his dads absolutely had to sit side by side in the front-row VIP seats!
When Taehyung entered the study, he heard English conversation between two voices.
No matter the language, Jungkook’s rich baritone always commanded authority, making it instantly recognizable.
The other voice belonged to his assistant, Albert.
If Taehyung remembered correctly, Albert had worked with Jungkook during their time in Europe and later followed him back to China to join the Jeon family enterprise.
As Taehyung appeared, the two paused their discussion.
Jungkook’s cool emerald gaze swept over him.
Taehyung’s usually loose long hair was unusually pinned up in a chignon, revealing his slender, snow-white neck and accentuating his soft, rosebud lips.
Jungkook stood and gestured for Albert to move to the sofa.
As he approached, he took a closer look at the hairpin angled through Taehyung’s updo.
He focused on the pattern—it was indeed the Hetian jade book pick he had chosen two years ago.
At the time, the auction house had sent a catalog, and he’d picked out several items for Taehyung.
Back then, Taehyung had seemed indifferent, simply asking Aunt Zhong to store them away.
As soon as Taehyung sat down, Jungkook slid a cushion behind the small of his back.
Assistant Albert also walked over from the desk and set a tablet down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Albert
**smiled at the delicate but aristocratic-looking man** Mr. Wen, you're looking well today
He clearly remembered that years had passed since he first met Taehyung, yet Taehyung seemed like some celestial being kept in seclusion—untainted by time or worldly cares, unchanging.
Kim Taehyung
**Offered a faint smile** Yes, I've had more energy lately.
Kim Taehyung
**Turned to look at Jungkook** Is this about what we talked about last night?
Jungkook picked up the tablet and opened the files for him.
Taehyung was eagle-eyed—he’d already noticed the well-organized show materials.
His left shoulder leaned close to Jungkook as he focused on the images and text on the screen.
The tablet, which Jungkook had originally meant to hand over, stayed in front of him instead, his right arm draped casually around Taehyung.
Tall and broad-shouldered, the gesture made it seem like he had completely enveloped the willowy Taehyung.
Unaware of these details, he
Kim Taehyung
**Asked with some surprise** Are there really this many programs suitable for kids nowadays?
Albert
**explained** Yeah. Every TV station and online platform keeps pumping out reality shows and variety programs for ratings. I’ve already weeded out the repetitive ones and those with mediocre production quality.
Kim Taehyung
Alright, let me take a look. **swiped past the "Youth Singing Competitions" category**
Honestly, he thought sending their little troublemaker to sing would be torture for the judges and audience.
Some youth sports competitions could be an option.
But our little guy might not go for that.
Albert
**added** There are also trainee programs from entertainment companies that don’t have strict requirements. But if he gets selected, it would directly affect the young master’s schooling. So I didn’t include those.
Kim Taehyung
Right, can’t interfere with school. **nodded, his fingers sliding to the "Parent-Child Variety Shows" section**
Kim Taehyung
There are family shows too?
Kim Taehyung
**looked, the more intrigued he became** Family travel—I could actually have fun with those.
Just as Albert was about to explain, Jungkook gave a slight gesture.
Silently, Albert stood up and slipped out of the study.
Albert ran into Jungguk, who had been lurking around trying to eavesdrop.
Albert
**Looking at the exceptionally good-looking kid, he smiled and asked** Kid, what’s going on?
Thanks to the excellent soundproofing at home, Jungguk naturally hadn’t heard a thing.
He hesitated, unsure whether to ask Uncle Albert.
Albert had held back earlier—given the boy’s mixed heritage looks, he wouldn’t even need to sing or dance to be a hot commodity.
It’d be like tossing a piece of bread into a koi pond—you’d have fish fighting over it.
And if those agency bosses ever learned of his background, they’d probably treat him like a golden goose.
Jungguk shook his head, deciding he’d have to observe the situation himself.
Jeon Jungguk
Uncle, you understand my big dad better. So…
Jeon Jungguk
**Asked with slight hesitation** Do you think he’d agree to let me join the entertainment industry?
Albert
**Gave a meaningful look toward the door, smiling as he lowered his voice** Don’t worry, he’s discussing it with your little dad right now.
Jeon Jungguk
Wait, really?! **amber eyes sparkled brightly**
Taehyung was reviewing several shows, comparing different scenarios, and only after a while did he realize the man beside him hadn’t said a word.
He straightened his posture, lifting his gaze to meet the other’s commanding look,
Kim Taehyung
**Unconsciously lowering his voice as he asked tentatively** What do you think about me going on a show with Jungguk?
Jungkook hesitated for a second under the gleam of his bright black eyes.
Jeon Jungkook
Your body can’t handle exhaustion.
The small spark that had just ignited in Taehyung's dark eyes was instantly snuffed out by those words.
Kim Taehyung
**Lowered his head, looking at the tablet, muttering under his breath** I’ve heard that my whole life.
A few seconds later, it dawned on him—oh, right, this wasn’t about him going for fun, but about checking out a show for their child.
His eyes flickered guiltily toward Jungkook’s slender fingers holding the tablet.
At that moment, their little whirlwind burst through the door.
It was unclear whom he was calling.
Both fathers looked up at the same time.
Jungguk had been about to hug his younger father’s arm, but his elder father got there first, pulling Taehyung up and moving to sit on the opposite couch.
Jeon Jungguk
Dad, does this mean I can go on a show? The tryouts are almost over!
Taehyung spoke before Jungkook could
Kim Taehyung
Jungguk, your elder father and I were thinking of finding you a different show.
Kim Taehyung
**Handed over the tablet** What do you think of this one?
Jeon Jungguk
**Quickly skimmed through the images and text on the screen** Wow! Are these all with other celebrities? Really?
Seeing that the little troublemaker seemed easily convinced, Taehyung relaxed.
Kim Taehyung
These shows also have tryouts too. It’s not just signing up—you actually have to get chosen. Jungguk, do you think you’ve got what it takes?
Jeon Jungguk
Of course I can! **laughed, hugging the tablet**
Jeon Jungguk
Dad, no matter what show it is, I’ll definitely get picked!
Taehyung wondered—whose unshakable confidence had this kid inherited?
Kim Taehyung
Then now you need to ask your elder father if he agrees to let us go.
Jungguk had thought everything was all settled, but it turned out his elder father hadn’t even agreed yet?
He could only sit up properly again, already making his best puppy-dog eyes before even speaking, looking toward the stern father figure.
Facing two faces that shared some resemblance, their eyes shining with hope, Jungkook suddenly remembered last night—when Taehyung had tugged at his sleeve…
Taehyung's heart raced as he noticed Jungkook seemed to be deliberating.
If possible, he really wanted to accompany the kid out for some fun.
Jungguk saw nothing but refusal in his father’s deep eyes, and his face fell.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll have Albert register for you first. If the program invites you, I’ll agree.
Before Jungkook could even finish his sentence, the excitable kid across from him had already whooped with excitement and lunged forward
With a firm grip on Taehyung’s waist, Jungkook effortlessly lifted him onto his lap, frowning as he reminded his son,
Jeon Jungkook
Taehyung, don’t always pounce on your Dad.
Jeon Jungguk
**Bounced around excitedly in front of the sofa, shouting** Yes!!! I’m gonna go tell Grandpa Xu and the others~~~
Kim Taehyung
**Leisurely teased** It’s like having nonstop monkey business at home.
When he lifted his gaze, he was met with a pair of deep, emerald-green eyes.
Dark and intense, they threatened to swallow him whole, making him unconsciously hold his breath.
Only after several seconds did Taehyung finally notice that he was entirely wrapped in Jungkook’s embrace, his arms looped around the man’s broad shoulders.
Kim Taehyung
**Hurriedly pushed himself up, grumbling** Jungguk doesn’t even know what he’s so excited about. He still has to pass the screening first—it’s not like he’s getting on the show right away.
Amid the commotion, his bun had come loose, strands of hair brushing against Jungkook’s neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Jeon Jungkook
Whether you can join the program or not, you need to exercise more.
Kim Taehyung
Oh. **sounded like a scolding parent**
He had accidentally lost one of his slippers and bent down to look for it, only to see Jungkook’s hand swiftly pick up the slipper.
Standing still, he lifted his foot like a kid, watching as Jungkook bent down to slide the slipper on.
The loose opening should have been comfortable, but as it slowly covered the top of his foot, it suddenly felt too tight.
Through the soft fabric of his socks, the man’s knuckles grazed Taehyung’s slender ankle, making his ears turn red, his gaze darting away—though he couldn’t help sneaking looks at the broad shoulders and dark brown hair.
Unlike Taehyung’s own jet-black hair, Jungkook’s strands carried hints of deep golden-brown at the tips, while the roots were a solid, rich brown, stiff and wiry to the touch.
Taehyung recalled the tragic endings described in the original novel and was struck by an inexplicable urge to ruffle his hair.
Kim Taehyung
**Once his slipper was on, he hurried away** I’ll go find Jungguk.
The note of command in his voice made Taehyung freeze in his tracks.
He felt the man behind him stand and step closer.
Then, with a gentle tug, his bun came undone, and his hair tumbled down.
Jungkook held the hairpin that still carried Taehyung’s warmth
Jeon Jungkook
Your hair’s a mess.
They were standing too close. His voice, already deep and magnetic, felt like it was murmured right against Taehyung’s ear
Kim Taehyung
**Genuinely flustered, hurried off, blurting** Uh, I’ll go find Jungguk.
Behind him, the man’s reminder followed.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t walk too fast.
Taehyung’s heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst right out of his chest.
Inside the elevator, he stared at the decorative doors and muttered to himself in confusion.
Kim Taehyung
Damn… haven’t we been married for ten years? Why am I so nervous around him?
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