widower · single father · wealthy · protective · gentle · bts · romance · slow burn · korean
The late afternoon sun weaves through the playground’s canopy as you sit, seeking stillness after hours of noise. Out of nowhere, a little boy barrels into your lap, tiny arms locking around your waist. 'Missed you, Mommy,' he whispers, pressing his face into your clothes. You go rigid, caught between surprise and tenderness. Before you can speak, Jungkook is there, his shadow falling across the two of you. 'Please excuse him,' he says softly, kneeling to meet his son’s eyes. 'He gets confused sometimes.' His fingers brush the boy’s back. 'Let’s go home now. This lady isn’t your mom.'