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The hum of the air conditioner filled the conference room, blending with the voices of my team as they discussed the partnership proposal on the screen. I sat at the head of the table, nodding occasionally and making notes in the margins of the document in front of me. My thoughts, however, were slightly elsewhere. It had been a busy morning, and I found myself wondering what Jungsoo was up to at the Kim mansion.

Suddenly, the vibration of my phone cut through the room's focused atmosphere. It buzzed insistently against the polished surface of the table. I glanced at the screen out of habit, expecting a message from the mansion's staff or maybe Miso, but the name on the display made me freeze.

Jungkook.

My heart skipped a beat. Jungkook never called me during the day. Our interactions were rare and carefully orchestrated-his nighttime calls to Jungsoo always began with a polite text asking if he was awake. But this was different. It was a video call, and the unexpectedness of it left me uneasy.

"I need a moment," I said, my voice steady but firm, as I rose from my chair. The team nodded, some exchanging curious glances.

Walking briskly to my office, I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. Why was he calling now? Was something wrong? I swiped to accept the call, bracing myself.

The screen lit up, and the first thing I saw was Jungsoo's bright face, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Eomma!" he shouted, his voice bubbling with joy. His face was so close to the camera that I could barely make out the background.

"Jungsoo-yah!" I replied, a smile tugging at my lips despite my confusion. "What's going on, baby?"

"Eomma, look!" he exclaimed, pulling the camera back to reveal a table filled with toys, books, and even a miniature train set. "Appa brought me sooo many things! He said these are for my birthday tomorrow!"

I blinked, trying to process his words. Appa? Birthday? My thoughts raced, and then it hit me. Jungkook was back in Seoul.

"Wow, sweetheart," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Appa brought you all of that?"

"Yes!" Jungsoo's words tumbled out in a rush. "There's a robot, and a car, and this big train! Appa said he'll play with me tomorrow! Isn't Appa the best, Eomma?"

The innocence in his voice made my chest tighten. "He really did something special for you," I managed to say, my voice soft.

Jungsoo's excitement was contagious, but it also stirred a bittersweet ache in my heart. Moments like these-so full of joy for Jungsoo-always reminded me of how fleeting Jungkook's presence was in his life.

The camera shifted, and suddenly, Jungkook's face filled the screen. My breath caught for a moment. He looked the same-his sharp jawline and intense eyes were as familiar as ever. But there was something softer in his expression, something hesitant.

"Arin," he greeted, his voice low and almost uncertain.

"Jungkook," I replied, the greeting stiff and formal, as though we were strangers exchanging pleasantries.

"Sorry for disturbing you at work," he began, his gaze flickering downward for a moment. "Jungsoo wanted to show you his new things, and he couldn't wait until you got home."

I glanced at Jungsoo, his eyes sparkling with happiness, and softened. "It's no disturbance, Jungkook. I'm never too busy for Jungsoo." My words came out sharper than intended, laced with the frustration I tried so hard to suppress.

Jungkook's jaw tightened slightly, but he only nodded. "Good," he said simply.

For a moment, silence lingered between us. It was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

"By the way," I said, breaking the tension, "I'll bring dinner tonight. If you want something specific, let me know."

Jungkook's expression shifted slightly, softening in a way that was almost imperceptible. "I'll have whatever you're having," he said, his tone gentler than usual.

That caught me off guard. Jungkook was rarely this... agreeable. But I chose not to dwell on it. "Alright," I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

"Thank you," he said quietly, his eyes meeting mine through the screen.

Before I could respond, Jungsoo's face popped back into view, his hands waving. "Eomma, I'll show you everything when you come home, okay? And we'll play with the train set together!"

"I can't wait, sweetheart," I said, my smile genuine this time.

"Bye-bye, Eomma!" Jungsoo chirped, blowing a dramatic kiss to the camera.

"Bye, baby," I said, my heart swelling.

Jungkook gave a small nod before ending the call, leaving me staring at the now-black screen.For a moment, I stood there, staring at the dark screen. My heart felt full and heavy all at once. Jungsoo's happiness was everything, but I couldn't ignore the complicated emotions that Jungkook's presence always stirred in me.

I exhaled deeply, running a hand through my hair. The call had been unexpected, and seeing Jungsoo so happy had warmed my heart. Yet, beneath the surface, a familiar ache lingered. Jungkook's sudden presence, though temporary, would inevitably bring fleeting happiness for Jungsoo and bittersweet reminders for me.

I exhaled deeply, composed myself, and returned to the conference room.

"Everything alright, ma'am?" one of the senior employees asked as I took my seat.

"Yes," I replied, my tone brisk. "It was my son. He wanted to show me what his father brought for him."

"Oh, Mr. Kim must be such a thoughtful father," another employee chimed in, smiling.

I paused for a moment, feeling an odd sense of dissonance at hearing Jungkook referred to as Mr. Kim. Not many people knew that Jungkook had changed his last name to his mother's-Jeon. Perhaps that was why they still addressed him that way. Shrugging off the thought, I returned my focus to the presentation, determined to bury the swirl of emotions threatening to surface.

Jungsoo's happiness was enough for now, even if it came with complexities I had long since accepted.For Jungsoo's sake, I would hold it together. No matter how fleeting or complicated, I would cherish moments like these, even if they came with their share of heartache.

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It was late when I finally arrived back at the apartment, the quiet hum of the city fading behind me as I stepped inside. The soft, golden light spilling from the living room immediately caught my attention. I paused, the faint sound of laughter reaching my ears.

I walked further in, and there they were. Jungkook was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his sleeves rolled up. Jungsoo was perched in front of him, giggling as he tried to balance a block tower that seemed far too precarious. The sight made me stop in my tracks.

"Eomma!" Jungsoo's voice rang out the moment he noticed me. He jumped up, abandoning his game entirely, and ran over to grab my hand. "Come play with us! Appa's really bad at building towers. I think you'll win!"

I chuckled softly, ruffling his hair. "Oh, I'm sure Appa's doing his best," I replied with a gentle smile, glancing at Jungkook. His eyes met mine briefly, and he gave a small, almost shy smile before looking back at the blocks.

"Sweetheart, I can't play right now," I said, standing up. "I need to change out of these clothes first, and then we'll have dinner. Be a good boy okay?"

Jungsoo pouted, his lips forming a perfect little 'O.' "But Eomma, you're the best builder! Just one minute?"

I shook my head firmly but softened my tone. "Not now, baby. But I'll be quick, I promise." I glanced at Jungkook, who had finally looked up. "Keep him busy, will you?"

He gave a short nod, his expression unreadable.

I headed to the kitchen, placing the takeout bags on the counter, then went to the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. By the time I returned, Jungsoo had abandoned the blocks entirely and was now showing Jungkook how to "fly" a toy airplane.

"Jungsoo," I called gently, walking over to kneel beside him. "How about we eat dinner now? You can play more after."

He looked up at me, his big eyes lighting up. "Okay! But only if you promise to play with us!"

"I always play with you," I replied with a soft smile, guiding him toward the table.

The three of us sat down to eat, and as usual, Jungsoo dominated the conversation, chattering away about his day and all the plans he had for his birthday tomorrow. Jungkook listened attentively, nodding or asking the occasional question, while I kept my responses minimal, focusing on my food. But there was something in his eyes-something that made me look away quickly.

"Jungsoo," I said as I served him a small portion of vegetables alongside his favorite chicken. "Can you be a good boy and eat all your vegetables today?"

He scrunched up his nose, poking at the broccoli with his fork. "But they're green!"

"Exactly," I replied, suppressing a laugh. "Green makes you strong and smart. Don't you want to grow big and strong like Appa?"

Jungsoo turned to Jungkook, his eyes wide. "Appa, do you eat green stuff?"

Jungkook's lips quirked into the faintest smile as he nodded. "All the time. That's how I got these." He flexed his arm slightly, making Jungsoo giggle.

"Fine," Jungsoo relented dramatically, taking a small bite. "But only because I want muscles too."

I smiled, watching the exchange. It was moments like these that made everything feel normal-almost.

----

After dinner, Jungsoo was reluctant to let go of his father. He clung to Jungkook's arm, insisting he wanted to stay up until midnight. "It's my birthday tomorrow, Eomma! I want to stay awake and talk to Appa!, I want to stay up till midnight! Pleeease?" he declared, looking at me with wide, hopeful eyes.

I sighed, setting down the plates I was clearing. "Jungsoo, you need your sleep. You'll be too tired to enjoy your birthday tomorrow."

"But it's my birthday at midnight!" he whined, his lips quivering.

I crouched to his level, softening my tone. "Sweetheart, we'll celebrate in the morning. You need to rest."

"No!" he shouted, his voice high-pitched. "I want to stay up with Appa!"

I sighed, kneeling to his level. "Sweetheart, you need your sleep. Tomorrow is a big day, and you don't want to be too tired to enjoy it."

"But I want to be awake when it's midnight!" he whined, his voice growing louder.

"Jungsoo, we've talked about this," I began, trying to keep my tone calm.

"But it's my birthday!" He stomped his foot, his little face scrunched up in frustration.

Before I could say more, Jungkook stepped in, crouching next to him. "Hey, Soo. Do you remember what we said about big days?"

Jungsoo sniffled, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. "What?"

Jungkook's voice was calm, patient. "Big days need big energy. If you stay up too late, you'll be too tired to have fun tomorrow. How about this? I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, and in the morning, we'll do everything you want. Deal?"

Jungsoo considered this, his lower lip trembling. "But... can you give me a piggyback ride to bed?"

"Of course." Jungkook smiled, ruffling his hair.

"Okay, deal!" Jungsoo finally agreed, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's neck as he was lifted onto his back.

I watched them disappear down the hallway, a strange mix of emotions swirling in my chest.

Jungkook came back to the living room after putting Jungsoo to bed, his footsteps soft against the floor. I had moved to the dining table, my laptop open in front of me, but my fingers were idle on the keyboard. I was pretending to work-staring blankly at an email draft that I had been revising for the last ten minutes.

He lingered in the doorway for a moment, his presence heavy in the quiet space. I could feel his eyes on me, but I kept my gaze fixed on the screen, determined not to be the one to break the silence.

"He's asleep," Jungkook finally said, his voice low and careful, as though he were afraid to disturb the delicate atmosphere.

I glanced up briefly, meeting his gaze for a fleeting second before nodding. "Good. He needs the rest." My tone came out more curt than I intended, but I didn't bother softening it.

He stepped further into the room, his hands sliding into the pockets of his sweatpants. "I made sure to wash him up and change his clothes."

"Thanks," I replied, my focus shifting back to the laptop, though I wasn't reading a word on the screen.

There was an awkward silence before I stop my work in laptop . "I'll sleep with Jungsoo tonight. You can take the bedroom.""I'll sleep with Jungsoo tonight. You can take the bedroom."

The silence stretched between us again, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. I could sense his hesitation, the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, unsure of what to say-or whether to say anything at all.

After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Arin..."

I sighed softly, closing my laptop with a quiet click and looking up at him. "What is it, Jungkook?"

His jaw tightened for a moment, and he exhaled through his nose, as if bracing himself. "You don't have to sleep in Jungsoo's room. I can take the couch if it makes you more comfortable."

I shook my head, standing and gathering my things. "It's fine. I'll stay with Jungsoo. That's how we always do it when you're here, isn't it?"

There was an edge to my voice that I couldn't quite suppress, and I saw the faint flicker of something in his eyes-guilt, maybe, or frustration.

"Arin," he said again, his tone quieter this time, almost pleading. "I didn't mean to-"

"Goodnight, Jungkook," I interrupted, slinging my laptop bag over my shoulder. I didn't want to hear whatever excuse or explanation he was about to offer.

His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue. But then he nodded, stepping back to let me pass. "Goodnight."

I walked past him without another word, heading down the hallway to Jungsoo's room. Once inside, I leaned against the closed door, my chest tight with a mixture of anger and something I couldn't quite name.

Jungkook's return had stirred up too many emotions-frustration at his inconsistency, a flicker of hope I didn't want to acknowledge, and a deep, aching exhaustion from trying to hold everything together.

I glanced at Jungsoo, his small form curled up under the blankets, his soft breaths filling the room. He was my anchor, my reason to keep pushing forward.

Sitting down beside him, I stroked his hair gently, letting the rhythm of his breathing calm my frayed nerves. Whatever was happening with Jungkook, whatever he was thinking or feeling-it didn't matter. My priority was right here, asleep and peaceful, blissfully unaware of the storm that raged within me.

-----

The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, gently stirring me awake. My eyes fluttered open, landing on Jungsoo’s sleeping form beside me. His small chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, his stuffed bunny still clutched tightly in his arms.

I smiled softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his forehead. Today was his birthday, and I wanted everything to be perfect for him. Careful not to wake him, I slipped out of bed and quietly padded to the bathroom attached to his room to freshen up.

Once ready, I grabbed a set of my emergency clothes from the small corner of his wardrobe where I kept them. Over the years, I’d gotten used to sleeping in Jungsoo’s room whenever Jungkook was back, as it gave them time to bond while keeping things... less complicated for me.

After changing into comfortable office wear, I made my way to the kitchen. The house was silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. I brewed myself a cup of coffee, letting the rich aroma fill the space. As I leaned against the counter, savoring the warmth of the mug in my hands, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Good morning,” Jungkook’s voice broke the stillness.

I turned to see him emerging from the bedroom, his hair slightly tousled and his steps unhurried. He looked surprisingly at ease.

“Good morning,” I replied, my tone neutral. “Do you want something?”

He hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Coffee would be fine.”

I poured him a cup, sliding it across the counter toward him. He murmured a quiet thanks before taking a seat at the dining table. For a while, we sipped our coffee in silence, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t particularly pleasant either—just a familiar quiet distance.

Finally, I set my mug down. “It’s time for Jungsoo to wake up. Let’s go wish him.”

Jungkook nodded, standing as I led the way back to Jungsoo’s room. Stepping inside, I crouched beside the bed and gently brushed a hand through his soft hair. “Jungsoo,” I whispered. “Wake up, sweetheart. It’s your big day.”

Jungkook knelt beside me, his voice warm and encouraging. “Come on, champ. Don’t you want to start your birthday celebration?”

Jungsoo stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. When he registered our faces, a brilliant smile spread across his sleepy face. “Eomma! Appa! It’s my birthday!”

“Happy birthday, baby,” I said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Happy birthday, buddy,” Jungkook added, ruffling his hair affectionately.

Jungsoo sat up and threw his arms around me, then turned to give Jungkook a kiss on the cheek. Watching the exchange, I felt a bittersweet pang in my chest. Moments like these reminded me of the warmth a complete family could bring—but I quickly shook off the thought.

After breakfast, I helped Jungsoo dress in the new outfit I’d picked for him—a crisp white shirt, navy blue shorts, and tiny suspenders. He looked absolutely adorable.

“Eomma, do I look handsome?” he asked, spinning around to show off.

“You look like the most handsome boy in the world,” I said with a proud smile, fixing his collar.

With him ready, I grabbed my car keys, preparing to head out. But as I reached for them, I felt a hand brush against mine. Startled, I turned to see Jungkook standing close.

“You don’t need those,” he said, quickly retracting his hand. “We can take my car today.”

I blinked, surprised. “Together?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It’ll be easier that way.”

“I need to go to the office after dropping Jungsoo at the mansion,” I said casually, hoping the excuse would go unnoticed.

Before I could take another step, Jungkook’s voice stopped me. “You don’t need to take your car. I’ll drive.”

I froze, turning to face him. “What?”

He walked over, his tone calm but firm. “I’ll drive. We can all go together.”

“That’s unnecessary,” I replied quickly, masking my surprise. “I can manage just fine—”

“Eomma! Appa’s car!” Jungsoo’s excited voice interrupted, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I want to go in Appa’s car!”

I crouched down to his level, trying to reason with him. “Jungsoo, baby, Appa’s car doesn’t have a baby seat. It’s not safe.”

His smile vanished, replaced by a pout. “But I want to sit with Appa…”

Jungkook stepped in before I could argue further. “He can sit in your lap. It’s not far, and we’ll be careful.”

I hesitated, glancing between the two of them. Jungsoo’s hopeful eyes were hard to resist, and I didn’t want to dampen his enthusiasm on his special day. Finally, I sighed. “Alright, just this once.”

Jungsoo cheered, grabbing his backpack as we made our way to the parking lot. Jungkook opened the car door for us, waiting patiently as I climbed in with Jungsoo on my lap.

“Thank you,” I murmured, not meeting his gaze.

He simply nodded, closing the door before sliding into the driver’s seat.

The ride to the Kim Mansion was filled with Jungsoo’s chatter about the party, his excitement palpable. Occasionally, I caught Jungkook smiling at him , his usual stoic demeanor softening.

As we pulled up to the grand gates of the Kim Mansion, Jungsoo squealed with delight. “We’re here! We’re here!”

Jungkook parked the car and quickly got out, opening the door for us again. He helped Jungsoo out first before turning to me, his hand briefly brushing mine as I exited.

“I’ll drop you at the office and pick you up later,” he said casually.

I blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “It makes sense, doesn’t it?”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Jungsoo’s voice chimed in, bursting with excitement. “Yay! Eomma and Appa let's go!”

Glancing between Jungsoo’s delighted face and Jungkook’s calm expression, I sighed, resigning myself to the strange new reality. “Fine.”

“Let’s make this a day to remember,” he said quietly, his tone steady but carrying a weight I couldn’t quite place.

I didn’t respond, focusing instead on the large doors ahead. Today wasn’t about us. It was about Jungsoo, and I was determined to make sure his day was perfect—no matter what.

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The Kim Mansion was buzzing with life as we arrived. The grand entrance, adorned with colorful decorations, exuded warmth and festivity. Jungsoo, sitting in my lap, clapped his hands in excitement, his eyes lighting up at the sight of balloons and streamers.

Jungsoo giggled and pointed toward the house. “Eomma, Appa, look! So many balloons!”

I smiled softly, fixing Jungsoo’s jacket as we walked toward the front door. The mansion's staff greeted us with polite bows, holding the door open as we stepped inside.

Jungkook’s parents, were the first to greet us. Mother's face lit up as she crouched down to Jungsoo’s level.

“Happy birthday, my little prince!” mother said, hugging him tightly.

“Halmeoni!” Jungsoo chirped, returning the hug with enthusiasm.

Father, standing tall beside her, smiled warmly. “Look at you, Jungsoo. You’re growing up so fast! Happy birthday, son.”

“Thank you, Harabeoji!” Jungsoo replied, beaming.

I exchanged polite nods with father and mother before stepping aside to let them fawn over their grandson. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Jungkook watching the scene with a faint smile, his usual guarded demeanor softening slightly.

“JUNGSOO!” A loud, cheerful voice echoed through the hall as Taehyung and Miso appeared, with their son So Mun trailing behind.

“Appa Tae!” Jungsoo yelled, running toward him.

Taehyung scooped him up effortlessly. “Happy birthday, big guy! Ready for all the fun today?”

“Yes!” Jungsoo replied, his excitement palpable.

Miso leaned down with a warm smile, ruffling Jungsoo’s hair. “You’re the star of the day! But remember, the big party is in the evening, so save your energy, okay?”

“Okay, eomma Miso!” Jungsoo chirped, his eyes shining.

So Mun shyly waved from behind Miso. “Happy birthday, soo.”

Jungsoo waved back with a big grin, and the two boys quickly began chatting about the decorations and games planned for later.

The room filled with laughter and chatter as everyone gathered around. I stood to the side, quietly observing, my heart swelling with joy at seeing Jungsoo surrounded by so much love.

After some time, I checked my watch, realizing I needed to leave for work. Clearing my throat, I spoke up. “Well, everyone. I need to get going. I have some urgent work at the office.”

Jungkook, standing nearby, turned to me with a small frown. “ Let's go”
Before I could respond, Taehyung stepped forward, keys in hand. “Actually, I’m heading to the office too. I can take her after I drop Miso at her clinic.”

I blinked in surprise, glancing between them. Jungkook’s jaw tightened briefly, an unreadable emotion flickering across his face. But he quickly masked it, nodding curtly.

“That works,” he said, his tone even.

“Alright then,” I said, forcing a smile. I crouched down to Jungsoo, who was busy chatting with So Mun. “Sweetheart, Eomma has to go to work now, but I’ll be back soon, okay?”

Jungsoo pouted slightly but nodded. “Okay, Eomma. Don’t be late!”

“I won’t,” I promised, kissing his cheek. “Be good for Halmeoni and Harabeoji.”

“I will!” he said with a grin.

Jungkook watched silently as I stood up and grabbed my bag. Miso gave so mun a quick hug for  goodbye before Taehyung gestured for us to head out.

As we stepped into the driveway, Taehyung opened the car door for Miso. “I’ll drop you first,” he said with a wink.

“Don’t be late for your meetings,” Miso teased, slipping into the passenger seat.

I climbed into the backseat, feeling a twinge of awkwardness under Jungkook’s gaze. He stood near his car, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

“Drive safe,” he said to Taehyung, his voice low.

Taehyung gave a mock salute. “Always do.”

With that, we pulled out of the driveway, leaving Jungkook and the Kim Mansion behind. As the car moved, I couldn’t help but glance back briefly, catching a glimpse of Jungkook standing there, his figure framed by the ornate entrance.

“What’s wrong?” Miso asked, her voice breaking the silence.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Just work, I guess.”

She hummed, clearly unconvinced, but didn’t press further.

As we drove toward the city, I leaned back in my seat, trying to focus on the day ahead. But the image of Jungkook’s expression lingered in my mind, leaving me with a strange, unsettled feeling I couldn’t quite shake.

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The drive to the office was tranquil, yet it hummed with unspoken conversations between Taehyung and me. He seemed calm, focused on the road, while I busied myself with emails on my phone. Despite the peacefulness, an invisible tension lingered—an unspoken understanding that words could disrupt the delicate balance we maintained.

As we pulled up to the sleek glass building of my office, Taehyung turned to me with a faint smirk. “Try not to drown in work, Arin. It’s Jungsoo’s day, remember?”

I glanced at him, surprised by his casual tone. “I’m not that bad.”

He raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing. “If you say so.”

With a soft scoff, I stepped out of the car, waving him off as he headed to his own office.

---

The morning meetings were intense but productive. My focus rarely wavered, even as my mind occasionally drifted to the party preparations back at the mansion. By the time the last meeting ended, I leaned back in my chair, exhaling deeply.

I called jihyun into my office. “How’s the schedule looking?”

She scanned her tablet and smiled. “You’re free for the rest of the day, ma’am. Everything else has been rescheduled for tomorrow.”

Relief flooded me. “Good. Thank you, jihyun. That’ll be all.”

As she left, I reached for my phone, ready to call Jungkook to pick me up. But before I could dial, a knock on my door interrupted me.

Taehyung strolled in, his suit jacket draped over one arm, looking as effortlessly confident as ever. “You’re done for the day too?” he asked.

“Just finished,” I replied, putting my phone down.

“Well, I wrapped up early as well. Let’s head back together,” he suggested, his tone casual, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Surprised, I hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright, that works.”

---

The car ride back to the Kim Mansion was quieter than our earlier journey. Taehyung didn’t push for conversation, and I appreciated his silence. The hum of the engine filled the space as I stared out the window, watching the cityscape blur past.

“Everything alright?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

I glanced at him, startled. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You just seem… distracted,” he said, his tone gentle but probing.

I hesitated before replying. “It’s nothing. Just thinking about the party and how much Jungsoo will enjoy it.”

Taehyung nodded, but his eyes flicked toward me briefly, as though searching for more. “He’s lucky to have you, you know. You make everything seem effortless.”

The unexpected compliment caught me off guard. I looked at him, unsure how to respond, and he simply smirked. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at my lips.

---

When we arrived at the Kim Mansion, the transformation was remarkable. The previously quiet house was now buzzing with activity. Staff moved around with purpose, setting up decorations and arranging tables. The scent of freshly baked desserts wafted through the air, mingling with the soft strains of music playing in the background.

As I stepped inside, my gaze immediately landed on Jungsoo, who was running around excitedly. His laughter was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Eomma!” he called out, running toward me.

I bent down to hug him, kissing the top of his head. “Are you having fun?”

“Lots!” he said, grinning. “Appa helped me pick the cake!”

I glanced up to see Jungkook standing a few feet away, his expression unreadable. He walked over, his voice calm. “Why didn’t you call me to pick you up?”

Straightening up, I met his gaze evenly. “First of all, I’m used to managing on my own. And secondly, Taehyung was already heading back, so it made sense to come together.”

His jaw tightened for a fraction of a second, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he nodded curtly and turned his attention back to Jungsoo.“Come on, buddy. Let’s see what else needs to be done for the party,” he said, taking Jungsoo’s hand. Something flickered in his eyes—frustration? Hurt? I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t linger on it. Instead, I walked past him into the house, focusing on the preparations.

-----
The afternoon passed quickly, and soon everyone began retreating to their rooms to get ready for the party. Our clothes were already here, neatly arranged in Jungkook’s old room.

“I’ll change first,” I said, picking up my dress.

Jungkook nodded, watching as I disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. The dress I’d chosen for the evening was a simple yet elegant piece in soft lavender, designed to complement the light theme of the party.

When I returned, Jungkook was helping Jungsoo with his little tuxedo. The sight made me pause for a moment. Seeing Jungkook so attentive, patiently buttoning up Jungsoo’s shirt and fixing his bowtie, sent an unexpected warmth through me.

“Eomma, look!” Jungsoo spun around, showing off his outfit.

“You look so handsome, my little man,” I said with a smile, kneeling down to adjust his cuffs.

Jungkook moved past me to grab his suit jacket. “I’ll change now,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom.

As I finished combing Jungsoo’s hair, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the closed bathroom door. There was a strange sense of normalcy in these moments, as if we were an ordinary family preparing for a regular day. It was a fragile illusion, but it made me pause nonetheless.

---

The party began with close family members arriving one by one. My parents and brother were among the first to show up.

“Happy birthday, Jungsoo!” my mother exclaimed, bending down to hug him.

“Thank you, Halmeoni!” Jungsoo said, grinning widely.

Yoongi, my brother, patted Jungsoo’s head affectionately. “You’re getting big, buddy. Soon you’ll be taller than your uncle.”

Jungsoo laughed. “Really?”

“Really,” Yoongi replied with a wink.

Miso and Taehyung joined shortly after, along with Miso’s parents. Everyone mingled easily, the atmosphere filled with warmth and laughter.

Jungkook, ever the observer, stayed close to Jungsoo, ensuring he felt comfortable amid the crowd. I found myself watching from a distance, sipping a glass of water as the festivities unfolded.

For a moment, our gazes met across the room. He offered a faint smile, but I didn’t return it, instead turning my attention to my parents.

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The party wasn’t grand but intimate, a gathering of people who genuinely cared for Jungsoo. As the evening progressed, the house filled with laughter, the sound of clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of Jungsoo’s giggles.

It was a day meant to celebrate him, and in that, it was perfect.

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The Kim Mansion was alive with celebration, the warm light from the chandeliers reflecting off the polished floors. Jungsoo’s laughter echoed through the hall, blending with the soft hum of conversations and the occasional burst of laughter from the adults. The air smelled of fresh flowers and the sweet aroma of the elaborate birthday cake that sat at the center of the dining table.

The party was in full swing, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride watching Jungsoo bask in the attention of our family. When it was time to cut the cake, everyone gathered around him, clapping and cheering. Jungkook knelt on one side of him, and I stood on the other.

“Ready, my little prince?” Jungkook asked, his voice soft.

“Yes, Appa!” Jungsoo said, his hands eagerly gripping the plastic knife as he waited for us to guide him.

Jungsoo nodded eagerly and looked toward me. “Eomma, come closer!”

I moved to his other side, feeling the warmth of his little hand as he grasped mine. "Okay, let’s do this together," I said with a gentle smile.

With the room counting down, Jungsoo plunged the knife into the cake, his tiny hands guided by ours. A cheer erupted as he sliced through, and the room filled with claps and happy laughter.

"Who gets the first piece?" Taehyung teased, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall with his usual confident smirk.

Jungksoo didn’t hesitate for a second. "Appa and Eomma!" he declared, carefully picking up a small piece of cake and offering it to me first.

“Thank you, my love,” I said, my voice soft but brimming with affection.

He then turned to Jungkook, who looked genuinely touched, taking the piece from Jungsoo’s small hands. “This is the best cake I’ve ever had,” Jungkook said, his smile warm as he patted Jungsoo’s head.

As the cake was shared among everyone, the air was filled with light chatter and laughter. Yet, Yoongi's gaze lingered on Jungkook, his expression unreadable. I caught the slight tension and stepped closer to my brother.

“Not today,” I whispered firmly, catching his arm before he could speak. Yoongi hesitated but eventually nodded, stepping back into the shadows of the lively gathering.

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Dinner was served not long after the cake-cutting. The long dining table was laden with dishes, from steaming bowls of galbi-jjim to platters of japchae. Everyone settled into their seats, the chatter flowing easily at first.

I was seated next to Miso, who was trying to coax So Mun into eating his vegetables, while Jungkook sat on the other side of Jungsoo, helping him with his rice. The atmosphere was calm, almost peaceful—until my father spoke.

“So, Jungkook,” he began, setting down his chopsticks and fixing him with a pointed look. “When are you leaving again?”

The words were like a dagger slicing through the warmth of the room. The cheerful conversations halted abruptly, replaced by a heavy silence. My heart sank, and I instinctively glanced at Jungkook, whose expression remained neutral, though his jaw tightened slightly.

I opened my mouth to intervene, but before I could, Jungkook’s father, leaned forward, his gaze sharp as a blade.

“Yes, probably in a day, like always,” he said coldly, his voice laced with sarcasm.

The tension in the room became palpable. Jungsoo, thankfully oblivious to the undercurrents, was busy talking to So Mun about his new toys. Everyone else, however, was holding their breath.

I felt my nails digging into my palm as I fought the urge to speak. This wasn’t the time or place for such a confrontation, but I was powerless to stop it.

To my surprise, Jungkook finally broke the silence. His voice was calm but carried an edge of defiance. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The collective shock was almost audible. Everyone turned to him, their expressions a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

“What?”  his mother, asked, her voice trembling with hope. “You’re staying?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yes. I got transferred back to Seoul. —I’ve completed my work there.”

Mother's face lit up, and she clasped her hands together. “This is wonderful! Jungsoo will be so happy to have you here.”

Father, however, was less than thrilled. “And why, exactly, are you back now?” he asked, his tone cold and accusatory.

Jungkook met his father’s gaze head-on. “Because it was time. There’s nothing left for me to do there, so I’ve returned. For good.”

The declaration hung in the air, heavy with implications. Father's expression didn’t change, but I noticed the slight smile on his face, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

Around the table, the tension began to ease. Miso leaned toward me, whispering, “At least Jungsoo will have him around now.”

I nodded faintly, though my emotions were a whirlwind. On one hand, I was relieved for Jungsoo’s sake. On the other, I couldn’t shake the unease creeping into my chest. Jungkook being back meant facing a reality I wasn’t sure I was prepared for.

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After dinner, Yoongi approached me, his expression serious. “Can we talk?”

I hesitated but eventually nodded. “Okay.”

We stepped into one of the quieter rooms, the sound of the party muffled behind the closed door. Yoongi’s voice was low, his words urgent, but I forced myself to remain calm.

When we emerged, I noticed Jungkook leaning against the wall outside the room. His arms were crossed, his face impassive, but his eyes flicked toward me briefly.

Did he hear us? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I quickly dismissed it. His neutral expression suggested otherwise, and it was better for everyone if he hadn’t.

It’s better this way, I thought to myself, brushing past him.

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The evening wound down, and it was time to head home. Jungsoo was yawning, though he tried to hide it, clearly exhausted from the day’s excitement.The party had ended on a high note, with everyone laughing and enjoying themselves, but the ride home was quiet. Jungkook carried a sleepy Jungsoo in his arms as I trailed behind them. My thoughts were tangled, swirling with the events of the evening.

Jungkook being back after five years was still a concept I couldn’t wrap my mind around. Seeing him with Jungsoo today made me realize how much my son had missed having his father around.

When we reached the parking lot, Jungkook opened the car door. I stopped mid-step, my eyes landing on something I hadn’t expected—a baby seat, perfectly installed in the back of his car.

“You got a baby seat?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise.

Jungkook placed Jungsoo gently into the seat, strapping him in with practiced ease. He glanced at me, his expression soft but unreadable. “Of course. He’s my son. I want him to be safe.”

For a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. The Jungkook I had known years ago didn’t do things like this—he had been reckless, impulsive, and always distant when it came to family matters. But this? This was… different.

I climbed into the passenger seat as Jungkook settled into the driver’s side. The hum of the engine filled the air, and we drove in silence, the occasional sound of Jungsoo’s soft snores in the background.

Once we were home, I bathed and dressed Jungsoo for bed. He clung to me sleepily, murmuring about his “best birthday ever.”

As the warm water cascaded over me, I couldn’t stop my mind from drifting back to dinner.

The way my father had outright asked Jungkook when he was leaving had sent shockwaves through the room. But Jungkook’s answer had been even more surprising.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been transferred back to Seoul.”

The certainty in his voice had stunned everyone, especially me. I should have been relieved for Jungsoo’s sake—he deserved to have his father around. But I couldn’t ignore the unease bubbling in my chest. What did this mean for me? For us?

Shaking my head, I finished my shower and changed into a loose top and pajama shorts. By the time I tucked Jungsoo in again and kissed his forehead, he was already deep in sleep, his little face relaxed and peaceful.

After tucking him in,  my thoughts racing as I prepared for bed. Jungkook was in the other room, his presence now a constant reminder of how much our lives were about to change.

For Jungsoo, having his father back would be a dream come true. But for me, it was a challenge I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.

As I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, one question lingered in my mind: What happens now?

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts refused to settle. Jungsoo would be thrilled to have his father around, but what about me?

I didn’t know how to handle the man Jungkook had become. He was no longer the impulsive detective who had walked out of our lives five years ago. This Jungkook was calmer, more involved, and, in some ways, more intimidating because of it.

Turning onto my side, I glanced at the clock. It was well past midnight, but sleep felt impossible.

What does the future hold now that Jungkook is back? I wondered.

And with that question echoing in my mind, I finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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Author's Note

Hey, lovely readers!

What a whirlwind of emotions, right? Jungkook is finally back in Seoul, but the big question is why now? What’s with this sudden shift in his demeanor? He’s being soft, he’s spending time with Jungsoo, and dare I say, he’s trying to be a family man? 👀 But is there more to his return than meets the eye?

I’d love to hear your thoughts! What do you think is going on in Jungkook’s mind? And how do you think Arin will handle this new dynamic? Let me know in the comments, and stay tuned for more twists and turns!

Much love,
StarlitWings