Jungkook lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as the early morning rays filtered through the curtains. Jimin was still asleep beside him, his soft breathing a comforting rhythm that usually lulled Jungkook back to sleep. But not today. Today, his mind was too full—too full of doubts, fears, and a heavy sense of inadequacy that gnawed at him.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes landing on Jimin’s peaceful face. How did he manage to be so calm, so composed? Jimin was the perfect parent to Yuna—patient, loving, always knowing exactly what to do and say to make Yuna feel safe and loved. But Jungkook… Jungkook felt like he was barely holding it together.

His thoughts drifted to Yuna, the sweet little girl who had completely stolen his heart. When Jimin had first introduced them, Jungkook had been so nervous—terrified, even—that he wouldn’t be good enough for her. But Yuna had welcomed him with open arms, her innocent trust and affection making it easy to fall in love with her.

Yet, despite how much he loved Yuna, Jungkook couldn’t shake the fear that he was going to mess everything up. He was so young, so inexperienced. He didn’t know the first thing about being a parent, and the weight of that responsibility felt crushing at times. What if he wasn’t fit enough to be a good father to Yuna? What if his mistakes ended up hurting her, or worse, pushing her away?

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. These thoughts had been plaguing him for weeks now, ever since he’d started spending more time with Yuna. He didn’t want to burden Jimin with his insecurities—Jimin had enough on his plate already. But the fear kept growing, a persistent, gnawing worry that he wasn’t cut out for this.

Jimin shifted beside him, murmuring something in his sleep, and Jungkook’s heart squeezed painfully. He wanted so badly to be the person Jimin and Yuna needed him to be. But how could he do that when he didn’t even trust himself?

Quietly, so as not to wake Jimin, Jungkook slipped out of bed and padded into the living room. He sank down onto the couch, his mind racing. His insecurities and fears swirled around him, making his chest feel tight, his breaths coming a little too fast.

What if I’m not good enough?

What if I fail her?

What if Jimin regrets being with me?

What if Jimin thinks I'm not suitable as a father for Yuna?

What if he thinks I'm too immature or a bad influence?

The thoughts were relentless, each one more suffocating than the last. He loved Yuna—God, he loved her so much—but the thought of failing her, of not being able to live up to what she needed, terrified him. And no matter how hard he tried to push those thoughts away, they always came back, stronger than before.

He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to hold himself together. He had to keep it together. For Jimin. For Yuna. They were depending on him. He couldn’t let them down.

But deep down, in the quiet corners of his mind, Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if he was just fooling himself. If, in trying so hard to be what they needed, he was only setting himself up for failure.