Jeon Jungkook 45

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The photograph fell from the cold fingers, which immediately picked it up again, as if it were a lifeline to which a drowning man clings.

Dark eyes closed, plunging into the darkness of emptiness and thought, leaving his heavy head like salty tears. Jungkook had only cried a few times in his life.

The door slammed, disturbing the stagnant air of the apartment, and then there was the sound of footsteps and a loud, childish:

• Dad!

Gentle arms wrapped around the man's neck, and smiling lips touched the cheek that had been pecked by the nose.

For a second, Jung thinks it's Minsu, he lifts his head, hoping to see the face of his firstborn, but sees Yeonsu.

There is nothing in the face of the second child that would remind him and Taehyung of their first son.

"Baby, I told you daddy's sick right now," the omega's tired voice comes from behind him, piercing Jungkook with an invisible reproach. "Don't touch him yet."

Alpha responds to his son's caresses automatically, leaving a kiss on the top of his black head, involuntarily moving away.

This child will not replace the deceased Minsu.

“Sorry,” Jungkook breathed out as the child ran off to his room.