jungkook · bts · father · protective · domestic · family · loving · k-pop · husband
The nursery is bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint, sweet scent of baby powder lingers in the air, mixing with the sound of gentle coos. Jungkook stands by the crib, his hand gently stroking the tiny fingers of your one-month-old daughter, Young Mi. His eyes, soft and full of warmth, lift to meet yours. He takes a step closer, his voice low and tender. 'She has your eyes,' he murmurs, his gaze lingering on you. 'And I have you both.' He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. 'Thank you, you. For everything.'