The soft rustling of the wind carried the scent of autumn through the air as Jimin set the table for dinner. Yuna was happily playing in the living room, her small giggles echoing through the house, filling it with warmth. Jimin smiled to himself, taking a moment to appreciate the peacefulness of the evening.

The doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts. He wasn’t expecting anyone, but when he opened the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see his father standing there.

“Dad? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming over?” Jimin asked, his smile wide, genuinely happy to see him.

“A dad can’t surprise his son once in a while?” Mr. Park replied with a warm chuckle, stepping inside.

“Grandpa!” Yuna’s squeal of delight echoed through the house as she ran toward him with open arms.

Mr. Park’s face lit up with joy as he bent down to pick up his granddaughter. “My, my, look at how big you’re getting,” he remarked, spinning her around, her laughter filling the room.

Jimin watched the interaction with a fond smile, feeling his heart swell with affection for the two people he loved most in the world. “Yuna, sweetheart, your dinner’s on the table,” Jimin gently reminded her, leading her to the dining room. “You need to finish it, okay?”

Yuna nodded eagerly and scampered over to the table, climbing onto her chair.

“Dad, why don’t you sit down and have something to eat too?” Jimin offered, gesturing to the spread of food on the table. “There’s some japchae, kimchi, and I also made your favorite, galbijjim.”

Mr. Park nodded, taking a seat beside Yuna. “Just a little of the galbijjim for me,” he said, watching as Jimin served him a portion.

"Where’s Mom?” Jimin asked.

“She’s out with your aunt, having one of those shopping sprees that only women seem to enjoy,” Mr. Park replied with a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Heaven alone knows the amount of shopping they can do.”

Jimin laughed along, shaking his head. “She isn’t that bad, Dad.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the clinking of cutlery and Yuna’s content munching. But then, the tone of the conversation shifted.

Mr. Park set his fork down, clearing his throat.

“Jimin,” he started, his voice slightly hesitant, “You know, a good partner is someone who prioritizes their family above all else. Someone who can be a strong role model for their children.”

Jimin nodded, not yet sensing where the conversation was headed. “Of course, Dad. I completely agree.”

Mr. Park looked at his son, his expression serious. “I’m not sure Jungkook is that kind of partner for you.”

The words hit Jimin like a bucket of cold water. He blinked, his appetite suddenly gone. “What do you mean, Dad?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion and a hint of defensiveness.

Mr. Park sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair. “He’s too young, Jimin. He’s inexperienced. I doubt he knows the first thing about raising a child. And those tattoos… He looks like trouble.”

Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, and he could hardly believe what he was hearing. “Dad, you don’t know him like I do,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. “Jungkook is perfect for us—for me and Yuna. He’s loving, caring, and responsible. He’s more than I could ever ask for.”

But Mr. Park wasn’t convinced. “I just don’t think he’s right for you, Jimin. He’s immature, and I worry that he won’t be able to handle the responsibility of being a father. He could end up hurting you or Yuna.”

The words felt like a punch to Jimin’s gut. He took a deep breath, struggling to keep his emotions in check. “Dad, I trust Jungkook with my life and with Yuna’s life. He’s proven time and time again that he’s committed to us. He’s not just some young, irresponsible guy. He’s mature beyond his years, and he loves Yuna like she’s his own daughter.”

Mr. Park opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Yuna began to cough, interrupting the tense conversation.

Jimin’s attention immediately shifted to his daughter. He stood up, his heart racing as he watched her small body shake with each cough. “Yuna? Are you okay, baby?” he asked, moving to her side.

But the coughing didn’t stop. If anything, it grew worse. Yuna’s eyes went wide with fear, and she clutched at her throat, gasping for air.