Fractured Vows (Taekook)

Taehyung sat on the nursery floor, swaying gently as he hummed a lullaby to his one-year-old son, Soobin. The baby nestled into his arms, his tiny hands clutching the fabric of Taehyung’s oversized sweater. Soobin’s soft giggles echoed in the quiet room, momentarily filling Taehyung’s heart with warmth.

But as Taehyung leaned back against the rocking chair and glanced at the mirror across the room, his heart sank. His reflection stared back at him—a body he barely recognized anymore. His once-defined jawline was softened by the extra weight he’d gained after the pregnancy. His chest, swollen from breastfeeding, felt heavy, both physically and emotionally. The stretch marks on his stomach were a constant reminder of how much he had changed.

Taehyung sighed, his hand brushing against Soobin’s downy hair. "At least you still think I’m perfect, don’t you, my baby?"

The sound of the bedroom door opening startled him. Jungkook stood in the doorway, his tall, commanding presence filling the room. He was dressed in his usual sharp black suit, his tie slightly loosened as if he’d just returned from a long day at work. His eyes flickered briefly to Taehyung and Soobin, but his expression was unreadable.

"Can we talk?" Jungkook asked, his deep voice cutting through the air.

Taehyung frowned, shifting Soobin in his arms as he stood. "About what?"

Jungkook gestured toward the living room. "Not here. Let’s talk downstairs."

Taehyung hesitated. His instincts told him that whatever Jungkook wanted to say wouldn’t be good. But he nodded and placed Soobin in his crib, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead before following Jungkook out of the room.