Daehyun was already out of his chair, crossing the room quickly. He gently pulled Taehyung out of Hana's arms and into his own. "Tae, stop crying, love. Come here," he said softly, holding him tightly. Taehyung immediately clung to his father, his emotions overwhelming him.
"Look at me, baby. I'm not ignoring you," Daehyun murmured, stroking Taehyung's hair as he tried to soothe him. "You're my son, and I love you more than anything. Don't ever think otherwise, okay?" But Taehyung's omega instincts were heightened, leaving him more sensitive
than usual, and the thought of his father ignoring him had been too much. He sniffled against Daehyun's chest, the tension slowly melting as his father's words sank in.
"I thought you were mad at me," Taehyung whispered, his voice muffled. "I wasn't mad, Tae," Daehyun said softly, pulling back just enough to look at him. "I was just upset about everything going on, but not at you. I'd never stay mad at you."
Taehyung sniffed again, nodding as he wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweater. Hana stood nearby, watching them with a small, relieved smile. "See? I was right." Taehyung glanced at her, his cheeks flushed, and then back at his dad, who was still holding him tightly.
"Are we really okay?" Taehyung asked hesitantly, his voice small, looking up at his father. Daehyun sighed softly and placed a warm hand on Taehyung's head, ruffling his hair gently. "Of course we are, son. You're my boy. That will never change."
Taehyung let out a shaky breath, the tension in his chest finally easing. He gave a small, relieved nod, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, the doorbell rang. Daehyun frowned, glancing at Hana. "Were you expecting someone?"
Hana shook her head but then paused, as though remembering something. "Oh, it might be Jin. He probably forgot something and came back to grab it." She wiped her hands on a towel and made her way to the door. Hana went out and Daehyun turned back to Taehyung,
his expression softening further. "You're too sensitive, Tae. Crying over every little thing." His voice held a teasing warmth. Taehyung huffed, folding his arms across his chest. "It's because you get angry at every single thing." Daehyun raised an eyebrow, but before he
could reply, a muffled voice drifted in from the living room. Moments later, Hana walked back in, her face pale and troubled. Daehyun's playful tone faltered. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Taehyung glanced at her in concern. "Mom?"
Hana took a deep breath, her voice low. "Not a ghost, Daehyun... The Jeons." "What?" Daehyun said, his tone low but tense. Hana exhaled sharply, gesturing toward the living room. "The Jeons are here, Daehyun."