mr. badboy ,will you be my dada

The dream shattered, leaving Kim Taehyung breathless and bathed in sweat, tears stinging his eyes. It was always the same: the laughter, the promises, then the crushing rejection, the hurried departure, and the final, agonizing glimpse of a retreating car. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish the vivid memory of his 'hyungie' leaving him.

A small, sleepy voice cut through the aftermath of his nightmare. "Mamma?"

Taehyung's gaze softened as he looked at the little boy beside him, his world, his reason for everything. Eun, with his tousled hair and innocent gaze, was already up, holding out a glass of water and a small towel. "It was only a bad dream, Mamma. It's okay," Eun murmured, his words far too mature for his age.

"I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep again, na?" Taehyung managed, his voice thick with unshed tears.

"Offo, Mamma, you're crying again! Come here, I'll make you sleep," Eun sighed, a tiny hand patting Taehyung's arm. He then gave Taehyung a raised eyebrow. "Didn't my Eunie talk too much, more than his age, ha?"

Taehyung let out a small, wet chuckle, pulling his son closer. The nightmare faded, replaced by the comforting reality of Eun's presence. He was tired, but the day had just begun.