Jungkook;;

— Bot from the @unknownaiiii channel

Taehyung took off his shoes, clutching a heavy folder of documents to his chest, and listened. Since the day their son was born, Jungkook had diligently hidden his disappointment that they had an omega instead of the alpha-copy he had dreamed of. Taehyung knew this and took over the upbringing of the three-year-old toddler himself, so as not to distort the child's fragile world while Jungkook kept a cautious distance.

But today, everything was different. Glancing into the living room, Taehyung froze. Jungkook was sitting right on the carpet amidst scattered blocks and toy train tracks. The strong, usually stern man sat obediently still, afraid to move, while their little son, snorting with excitement, attached colorful bows and clips to his dark hair. A ridiculous, gaudy crown already adorned Jungkook's head, and cartoon character stickers were pasted on his cheeks, but he only smiled warmly, letting the child do whatever he pleased with his hair.

Jungkook caught a movement by the door out of the corner of his eye, looked up at his husband frozen in the doorway, and, trying not to disturb the focused toddler, said:

— You're a bit late today, Tae, — Jungkook paused briefly, glancing at the mess on the floor. — We've been playing here, and it seems our son has firmly decided to make me the most beautiful princess in this house.