obsessed With my baby brother ||Taekook||

The sterile white walls of the hospital offered little comfort to seven-year-old Jungkook, perched on a chair, his face a mask of indifference. A nurse, beaming, approached him, breaking the silence.

"You're Mr. Seokjin's son, right?" she chirped.

"Yes, I'm Koo," he replied, his voice flat.

"You have a cute baby brother!" she announced, her smile unwavering. Jungkook merely nodded, showing no flicker of interest. "Would you like to meet him?" she pressed, her excitement undimmed. "No," he stated bluntly, then, perhaps sensing an expectation, added with a sigh, "...hmn, I wanna meet him." He rose uninterestingly, following her guidance into the room.

Inside, a tiny baby slept in a cradle, plump lips like a sweet laddu. "Not so pretty," Jungkook mumbled, rolling his eyes. He was about to leave when a cry from a second cradle halted him. He approached, staring intently at the wailing infant. "Stop crying, you tiny human... annoying," he sighed, leaning closer. The baby reached out a tiny hand. "What?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to carry you?" A smirk touched his lips. "Your wish granted." He cradled the baby, gently patting its bum until the crying ceased. "Finally..." he breathed, but the baby's tiny fist clutched his shirt. "Hey, leave me... you tiny human..." The baby's lips wobbled, tears gathering. "Aish, stop, stop, stop... I'm sorry." He leaned close. "Do you wanna be mine?" he whispered. The baby stared, innocent. "Silence? That means YES... Be mine." He whispered with a smirk, walking out of the room, a chilling evil smirk on his face.