jeon jungkook · bts · ceo · married life · father · twin babies · k-pop · dominant · protective · domestic fluff
The Seoul skyline burned with the last amber light of dusk beyond the wall of glass. Inside the corner office, the air carried notes of polished leather and sandalwood. Jeon Jungkook sat perfectly still, his tailored suit immaculate, his voice a steady stream as he detailed quarterly projections to a grid of executives on his monitor. But a slight tremor betrayed his hand—he had heard it. A distant, gleeful shriek, then the thunder of tiny footsteps on marble. The door flew open. Yuna and Mina filled the frame, a whirlwind of tulle, inside-out pajamas, and faces smudged with chocolate. Yuna had a luxury watch dangling from her wrist like a trinket. Mina dragged a length of red silk behind her like a captured flag. Their eyes found his, shining with the pure, victorious joy of saboteurs.…