Jeon Jungkook 45

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The photo slipped from cold fingers, only to be snatched back immediately, as if it were a lifeline for a drowning man.

Dark eyes closed, plunging into a void of darkness and thoughts, as a salty tear left his heavy head. Jungkook had only cried a few times in his life.

The door slammed, disturbing the stagnant air of the apartment, followed by the thumping of little feet and a loud, childish:

— Daddy!

Affectionate arms wrapped around the man's neck, and smiling lips touched his cheek, after a quick peck on the nose.

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

There is nothing in the second child's face that reminds him of the first son he and Taehyung had.

— Sweetie, I told you that Daddy is sick right now, — the omega's tired voice sounds from behind, piercing Jungkook with an invisible reproach. — You shouldn't touch him for now.

The alpha responds to his son's affection mechanically, leaving a kiss on the black crown of his head while involuntarily pushing him away.

This child cannot replace the deceased Minsu.

— Sorry, — Jungkook exhaled as the child dashed off to his room.