"Why?" Yoongi asked, pausing to take a sip of his coffee.

Jungkook looked at him, puzzled. "I don't get you, Dad."

"I'm talking about that boy, Jungkook. Why did you bring him here?"

Jungkook hesitated before replying. "I... I saved him."

"I know that," Yoongi said, his gaze is sharp. "But what is it you feel for him? Is it love?"

Jungkook looked down, conflicted. "I don't know... but I feel the need to protect him. He's like a child."

"He's not just like a child, Jungkook. He is a child—only eighteen years old, with no father, no mother, and no family name."

"Dad..." Jungkook started, but Yoongi cut him off.

"You need to consider all this before making any decisions. I don't want to see you suffer later," Yoongi said sternly.

"I know, Dad. I'll think everything through before I make any choices."

"You're the eldest heir of the Jeon clan. I won't let anyone point fingers at you. Do you understand, Jungkook?"

"Yes, Dad."

"By the way, the whole family is coming this evening. Be prepared."

Jungkook sighed deeply. "I will, Dad."

**********

"This is the only dress I have that's small, but it's still too big for him," Jimin said, looking at his younger brother.

"It's okay," Jungkook reassured. "Tae, take a look at these and choose some outfits. Let me order them for you." He handed his phone to Taehyung, who stared at it, clearly lost. "I don't know how to use this..." Taehyung admitted, scratching his head with a pout.

"Give it to me," Jimin said, grabbing the phone. "I'll handle it. You just need large sizes." He glanced at Taehyung, sizing him up from head to toe.

"How do you know?" Jungkook asked, frowning slightly.

"I'm a professional fashion designer, bro," Jimin shrugged, confidently placing the order. He showed each item to Taehyung, who nodded along to everything Jimin selected.

.

"But he needs more than just clothes," Jungkook pointed out.

"Yes, you're right," Jimin replied. "Shoes, slippers, some makeup products, hairbands..." Jimin listed off as he added more items to the cart. "Anything else?" he asked, turning to Taehyung.

Taehyung blinked, then said, "Chocolate."

"What?" Jimin laughed, but Taehyung pouted instantly.

"Jimin, order some chocolates too," Jungkook suggested, making Taehyung smile brightly.

"Noona always bought chocolates, but she never gave me any. You only get them in the city, right? This is the city, isn't it? I'll pay you... I have a little money..." Taehyung's excitement was palpable.

Jimin covered his ears with his hands, wide-eyed. "You're like a radio, Taehyung!" he exclaimed. But Jungkook was listening intently, a fond smile on his face.

An hour later, Taehyung's things were delivered. "Hey, boy," Jimin called out, holding out his hand. "Come here, I'll give you a haircut."

***********

"Jeon Jungkook, guess who’s here?" Jimin announced dramatically, introducing Taehyung with a flourish in front of Jungkook.

"Did you cut his h

"Did you cut his hair?" Jungkook asked, eyeing Jimin.

"Of course! Look how beautiful my boy is," Jimin replied proudly.

"My boy?" Jungkook’s expression darkened as he glared at Jimin.

"I mean, the boy I gave a haircut to... How about I just call him 'brother-in-law' instead? Happy now?" Jimin quickly corrected himself, earning another glare from Jungkook before he made a hasty exit.

Taehyung watched Jimin leave, then turned back to Jungkook. "Don’t you like it? I told him not to cut it, but he said I looked beautiful... I know I’m ugly..." he mumbled, looking down.

"Come here," Jungkook said gently, guiding Taehyung to stand in front of a mirror. "Look... The most beautiful thing in the world."

"Who is that?" Taehyung exclaimed, staring at the reflection in surprise. Then he giggled. "It's me," he said with a smile, turning to face Jungkook.

Jungkook found himself captivated by Taehyung's dark eyes. "You’re so beautiful, Tae," he murmured.

"Shhh..." Taehyung giggled again before running out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing there, a smile tugging at his lips.

*********

"Jiminaa!" As the two  Lamborghini pulled up in front of the Jeon mansion, two girls and three boys rushed towards Jimin, their laughter filling the air. The six of them embraced, their excitement palpable.

"Come inside," Jimin said, inviting his cousins into the house.

"Where's our hero? The great Jeon Jungkook?" Soobin asked curiously.

"He went out somewhere with Dad and Mom," Jimin replied.

"Alright, then where's the one you told us about? The beautiful one?" Lisa inquired.

"Come on, I'll introduce you," Jimin said, leading them inside. "Guys, this is Taetae," Jimin introduced Taehyung with a warm smile. "Taetae, this is our family. Rose and Soobin are our aunt's children, and Lisa, Jungwon, and Yeonjun are our uncle's children."

"Wow, he really is beautiful," Yeonjun said, stepping forward. "Hi, I'm—"

"Do you want to get killed by Hyung?" Jimin cut in, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope!" Yeonjun quickly withdrew his hand, laughing nervously...

*********

Taehyung looked around curiously, observing everyone as they stared back at him.

“He’s so cute,” Rose remarked.

“He’s taken,” Jimin quickly added.

“I know, but he’s 7 years younger than me” Rose replied.

“Do you really think our parents and grandparents will accept him?” Lisa asked, her tone serious.

“That’s why I called you all earlier,” Jimin said. “We need to come up with something. If anyone finds out about his background, they’ll kick him out in a heartbeat. Not even Hyung will be able to stop them.”

The five of them exchanged concerned glances.

“I have an idea…” Lisa suddenly stood up.

“What is it?” Everyone turned to her expectantly.

“I’ll tell everyone he’s my friend... a classmate,” Lisa suggested.

“You’re 24 and studying MBBS. How are they supposed to believe that?” Rose said, shaking her head.

Lisa sat back down, her plan falling flat. Taehyung watched the exchange, clearly not understanding what was going on.

“I’ve got an idea,” Jungwon chimed in. “I’ll say he’s my friend. We’re the same age, after all.” He looked at Taehyung and winked.

“And then you’ll start flirting with him, and Jungkook hyung will kill you,” Soobin warned, nodding seriously.

“I have another idea,” Lisa stood up again, undeterred. “Do you remember Mr. Kim Namjoon and Seokjin? We’ll say Taehyung is their son. They moved to the U.S. 18 years ago and haven’t been in touch. No one would question it.”

“That’s actually a good one,” Jimin nodded. “But...”

“I mean, look at him,” Jungwon interrupted, studying Taehyung’s features. “He does look a bit like them—eyes, nose, lips…”

“Hyung will rearrange your eyes, nose, and lips into one if you don’t back off,” Yeonjun said, giving Jungwon a playful hit. “Taehyung’s going to be our brother-in-law soon.”

“But guys, will that really work?” Rose asked, still skeptical. “Mr. Kim is a scientist working in the U.S., and his son is… well, Taehyung’s an innocent boy.”

“Forget the doubts. Let’s focus on making this work,” Jimin said firmly. “First, we need to teach him what to say if anyone asks about his parents and background.”

They all turned to Taehyung, who stared back at them with a pout, utterly confused by the conversation.