San

Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Mornings at Jungkook and Taehyung's house began not with the smell of coffee, but with a suspicious silence. Five years of San had given him not only childlike spontaneity but also an insatiable passion for expressing himself on any vertical surface. Giant, joyful scribbles marched along the wall: Daddy Jungkook with bunny ears, Daddy Taehyung with sunrays instead of hair, and between them, a small figure with a huge smile.

“He sees us as one,” Taehyung whispered, touching the still wet, bright yellow sun above their heads with his finger.

Jungkook's low, velvety laugh echoed from the living room. He was kneeling next to San, who was proudly displaying his new masterpiece on the wall behind the sofa.

"Look, Papa Te! This is our galaxy," the boy chirped excitedly, poking his finger at a blot of purple gouache.

"Space begins at home," Jungkook said, his voice deliberately deeper, intended only for Taehyung's ears. He knew the omega could hear him, felt every word.

• Tae, we're not mad at our baby, are we?