San

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Morning in Jungkook and Taehyung's house didn't start with the smell of coffee, but with silence—a suspicious kind of silence. Five years of San had given him not only childish spontaneity, but an insatiable passion for expressing himself on any vertical surface. Giant, joyful scribbles marched across the wall: Papa Jungkook with rabbit ears, Papa Taehyung with rays instead of hair, and between them—a tiny figure with a huge smile.

"He sees us as one," Taehyung whispered, touching a finger to the still-wet, bright yellow sun above their heads.

Jungkook's low, velvety laughter drifted from the living room. He was kneeling beside San, who was proudly demonstrating a new masterpiece on the wall behind the sofa.

"Look, Papa Tae! This is our galaxy!" the boy chirped enthusiastically, pointing his finger at a blotch of purple gouache.

"Space begins at home," Jungkook said, his voice sounding intentionally deeper, meant only for Taehyung's ears. He knew the omega could hear him, feeling every word.

"Tae, we're not mad at our little one, are we?"