Jungkook arrived home tired after work, hanging his briefcase by the door as the mouthwatering smell of homemade food hit his nostrils. Before he could step further, twins Seungbin and Sungwoo came running, shouting excitedly. "Daddy!"

He crouched down, wrapping them in a warm hug. "How are my boys today?" Their laughter filled the air as they recounted their adventures.

In the kitchen, he found you setting the table—stunning as always. He admired how you preferred preparing family meals despite having staff. His eyes scanned the scene: Chaeun glued to her phone taking selfies, Chang rapidly tapping his Nintendo, and Hyewon peacefully chewing her teething toy in her baby seat.

Jungkook kissed Hyewon's forehead. "Hi, my little angel," his voice soft as she babbled adorably. He ruffled Chang's hair. "Hi, Dad," the boy replied quickly before returning to his game.

He stopped beside Chaeun who hadn't acknowledged him. "You're not planning to post those photos, are you? You know I monitor your social media."

She sighed without looking up. "I know, Dad..."

Frustrated but holding back, he approached you, kissing your cheek. "How are you, darling? You look beautiful today, as always."

Chaeun suddenly complained, "This phone is terrible! Dad, can you get me a new one?"

Jungkook kept a firm expression. "No. Your phone is practically new. If you want a new one, save your allowance instead of spending it on skimpy clothes or game coins."

"Dad?! You buy everything Chang wants! Why can't you do this for me?!" she yelled, slamming her hand on the table.

"Language, Chaeun," Jungkook's voice darkened. "You are a child, and this house has rules—including respecting your parents."

"This is so stupid," she muttered.

"That's it. Phone confiscated," he stood authoritatively. "And no electronics for a week."

"What?! No!"

"Now, Chaeun."

Reluctantly she slid the phone across the table. You intervened as she opened her mouth to argue again. "Enough, Chaeun. Respect your father's decision."

She stormed upstairs muttering complaints. Jungkook sat back down, sighing deeply as he pinched his nose.

"You did the right thing," you said softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I know," he murmured, looking toward the staircase. "But it doesn't make it any easier."