Jungkook is the boss.

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook sat on the plush carpet, his long legs stretched out, while his five-year-old daughter, Yeri, traced a pink marker across his face.

"Daddy, don't fidget!" the little girl said sternly, sticking out her tongue in eagerness. "You'll have the most beautiful mustache in the world."

Opposite him, leaning against the back of the sofa, stood Taehyung. He covered his mouth with his hand, but his shoulders shook with laughter. Watching the menacing mafia boss meekly offer his cheek to the pink scribbles was more than he could bear.

"Yeri, honey, you forgot the nose," Taehyung giggled, pointing. "Make him a heart-shaped nose."

Jungkook slowly turned his heavy gaze to his husband. His face remained completely serious, even when his daughter drew a pink triangle on the tip of his nose.

"Taehyung," Jungkook said in a low voice, not daring to move for fear of ruining his makeup. "If you say another word, I'll make you sleep in the guest room. For a week."

Taehyung bit his lip, trying to hold back another fit of laughter, and raised his hands in a placating gesture. Yeri, pleased with the result, pulled away and clapped her hands.

At that moment, the doors opened. Two bodyguards in formal black suits appeared on the threshold. They entered with a measured step, ready to announce the arrival of important guests, but froze when they saw this scene.

There was silence. One of the guards swallowed nervously. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Jungkook rose from the carpet. He looked at the frozen men as if deciding which of them should be sent to the fish first.

"Whoever smiles or laughs," he said angrily, "will go to the port as bait."