Jeon

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook's black eyes were fixed on the broken television, and then slowly slid to the six-year-old child, frozen in horror, the same one that the alpha carried in the depths of his memory, storing all the moments of his childhood.

"What have you done?" His voice was threatening, even though he wasn't shouting.

The man took a step, then another, until his own shadow covered the child.

Binny recoiled, his back hitting the wall.

• Dad, I accidentally... The ball...

"I'm not asking!" Jungkook interrupted. His hand shot up—not to strike, no, he never would... But the gesture was swift, threatening, so familiar, the way his father had waved him off. His hand trembled with the suppressed rage that was eating him up inside, the terrifying similarity of this scene to his childhood.

At that moment, Taehyung ran into the room, instinctively sensing the child's feelings. The omega froze for a moment, his eyes darting from the television on the floor to Binnie, who was as pale as chalk, and her husband, his hand raised.

And the younger one rushed toward the child, standing between him and Jungkook. With one hand, Taehyung tucked his son behind his back, and with the other, covered his round belly, as if protecting the other, unborn one.

“Don’t interfere when I’m raising my son,” Chon said, looking into his husband’s face.