but his grandfather... he's a different story. I'm afraid he'll back Jungkook in whatever he decides to do. And that's what scares me the most." Taehyung, unable to hold back his frustration, muttered under his breath, "Then his grandfather is just like him—disrespectful,

arrogant, and controlling freak." Hana's gaze snapped to him, her eyes stern. "Taehyung, stop it. You will not speak of elders with such disrespect." "But, Mom—" "No," she cut him off, her tone resolute. "That's not how I raised you. Showing respect, even when it's hard, is

important. You'll thank me for this one day when it helps you avoid unnecessary problems in your life." Taehyung pressed his lips together, swallowing his arguments. He glanced away,nodding reluctantly. Sensing the heavy tension in the air,Daehyun decided to change the subject.

"If you two are done arguing," he began, his voice light and teasing, "can I finally get my breakfast? Or do I have to starve?" Taehyung's lips twitched with the faintest hint of a smile. "It's already on the dining table," he muttered.

Daehyun raised an eyebrow. "It's probably cold by now. Anyone want to heat it up for me?" He glanced between Hana and Taehyung, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Hana rolled her eyes, but her lips curved into a faint smile. "Give me five minutes," she muttered,

turning toward the kitchen. As she walked away, Daehyun draped an arm over Taehyung's shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Don't let this ruin your day, son," he said gently. "We'll handle it. Together." Taehyung gave a small nod, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

Then, Daehyun called out after Hana with a grin. "And don't take too long, or I'll have to eat it cold!" Hana waved him off without looking back, her tone sharp but playful. "Daehyun, if you disturb me one more time, you won't even get cold breakfast!"

Daehyun chuckled, leaning slightly into Taehyung with a wide grin. "Your mom's always so dramatic, isn't she?" Taehyung couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips, shaking his head. "She's not wrong, though. You can be a bit much sometimes, Dad."

Daehyun feigned offense, clutching his chest as if wounded. "A bit much? I call it charm. You two just don't appreciate me enough." Hana's voice carried from the kitchen, her tone laced with amusement. "Keep talking, Daehyun, and I'll charm you into making your own breakfast!"

"Omegas," he muttered with a sigh, shaking his head. "Always making a big deal out of the smallest things." Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Dad, I'm an omega too, you know."

Daehyun blinked, then smiled with a shrug. "Ah, well, you're my son. You're different." He chuckled. "But still, always so dramatic." And Taehyung just laughed. For him, it was just another day of teasing, unaware that after marriage, things wouldn’t feel so carefree.

— "Are you sure?" Eri asked, raising an eyebrow, one arm loosely draped around Jungkook's neck as he leaned casually against his bike. "Alright, Eri," Jungkook said with a slight nod. Eri sighed, then pulled him into a close hug, whispering in his ear, "But if you need me,

you can always call." Jungkook chuckled, pulling back slightly. "That won't happen, but thanks for the offer." Eri straightened up, rolling her eyes before glancing at Yoongi and Namjoon, who had been quietly watching. "Alright, who's giving me a ride?"

Yoongi immediately held up his hands. “Don’t look at me.” Eri turned to Namjoon with an expectant smile. He hesitated, but as the ever-soft alpha, He sighed, giving in. "Fine, let's go," he said, gesturing toward his car. Eri exchanged a quick goodbye with Jungkook before

leaving with Namjoon. Once they were gone, Yoongi crossed his arms, watching Jungkook still leaning against his bike. "So," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips, what's the plan? your omega's dad still isn't giving in. The old alpha's got bite when it comes to his son."

Jungkook's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as if Daehyun were standing right in front of him. "I don't care if he gives in or not," Jungkook said coldly. "Grandpa has given his permission, and with him backing me, no one—not even Taehyung's parents—can stop me."

Yoongi nodded slowly, but his voice took on a careful edge. "I heard Taehyung gave your grandpa some attitude when he and your parents visited his family. Is that true?" he asked, watching Jungkook closely. "And if it is, how come you're not angry with him?"

Jungkook gave Yoongi a quick glance before his gaze shifted forward again, a soft, almost lovesick smile tugging at his lips. "Grandpa can be a bit much sometimes. If Taehyung said something, I'm sure he had his reasons." Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the fond tone creeping

into Jungkook’s voice. "You're really letting that slide, huh?" Jungkook simply shrugged, the smile never fading. "Taehyung doesn't do anything wrong. He's always right." Yoongi sighed, clearly giving in. "Alright, I won't argue with that."

"Smart choice," Jungkook grinned, his tone teasing. "Because I'm not tolerating anything against him." Yoongi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "You've gotten completely lovesick in just four weeks." Jungkook didn't even hesitate before responding,

his smile growing even wider. "Yes. And I would stay like this forever if it's for him." Yoongi shook his head, clearly done with the Jungkook. Then,with a raised eyebrow,he posed a more serious question. "That's one thing, but tell me—are you really fine without a rut partner?”

Jungkook gave him an incredulous look, as if Yoongi had lost his mind. "Are you seriously asking me that?" "Yes, Jungkook," Yoongi replied, his expression dead serious. "Because I know you. You can't handle your rut alone." Jungkook rolled his eyes and straightened up from his

bike, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "And who told you I'm spending it alone?" Yoongi narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Don't tell me you think Taehyung will help you with your rut." Jungkook didn't say anything, but his expression gave him away.

Yoongi let out a loud laugh. "God, Jungkook, are you serious? You think the omega who doesn't even want to marry you will help you with your rut?" Jungkook hesitated for a moment, his confidence faltering as he questioned his own assumptions. "Uh… you think he won't?"

"It's obvious he won't," Yoongi replied, crossing his arms. "And I also know you—you won't force him. Right?" "Of course not!" Jungkook snapped, glaring at Yoongi. "I love him. How could you even think that? I would never do anything to hurt him."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with curiosity. "Good to hear, but then? How are you going to deal with it?” Jungkook exhaled loudly, crossing his arms in frustration. "Alone. If he doesn't want to help, then fine—I'll deal with it on my own!"

— Late in the morning, Taehyung and Jin sat in the living room, sewing gloves. Jin glanced over at Taehyung's work and shook his head. "Tae, you're doing it wrong," Jin said, leaning over to show him. “Here, like this."

Taehyung frowned, watching Jin's neat stitches and then looking at his own mess. "Hyung, why do yours look so much better than mine?" Jin smirked. "Because I'm better at this, obviously." Taehyung let out a dramatic huff. "But I'm an omega! Shouldn't I be better

at this kind of stuff?" From the kitchen,Hana called out, "Taehyung,being an omega has nothing to do with it. Jin is just better because he's had more practice." Taehyung rolled his eyes and leaned closer to Jin, muttering, "I swear she's not my mom. She's always on your side."

Jin grinned, tapping the top of Taehyung's head lightly. "That's because I'm the firstborn. You should get used to it." "I already am," Taehyung replied with mock exasperation. "They're so unfair to me. It's always—" The doorbell rang, interrupting him mid-complaint.

"Taehyung, get the door," Hana called from the kitchen. "Why me? Every single time!" Taehyung whined, slumping in his seat and refusing to move. "Taehyung!" Hana's voice had that warning tone, but Taehyung just stayed put, arms crossed. "No, not doing it!" he said firmly.

The sound of a spoon clattering on the counter made him flinch. Jin snickered, shaking his head. "You're so lazy." "Yeah, right," Taehyung shot back. "I do everything around here, and you know it." Hana emerged from the kitchen, rolling her eyes and giving him a look

that only a mom could master—the kind that said she was done. She walked over to the front door, muttering under her breath, "You never listen to me..." She brushed past him, clearly fed up. Taehyung sighed, watching her go. "See? She never says anything to you," he muttered

to Jin. “It’s always me who gets blamed for everything.” Hana reached the door, and Taehyung leaned forward, trying to peek around Jin's shoulder. "Hyung, move. I can't see who it is." Jin didn't budge, raising an eyebrow. "Why i should? You can get up if you're that curious."

Taehyung gave him a soft but pointed look. "I just want to see who it is. Is that too much to ask?" Jin smirked, crossing his arms. "If it's that important, get up and go to the door yourself. Not my problem."

Taehyung pursed his lips, about to respond, when— A loud, furious voice from outside suddenly interrupted. "Look at what he's done to my son!"

Jin and Taehyung froze in place, their eyes snapping to each other in alarm. "That sounds like Mrs. Park, doesn't it?" Jin said, frowning. Taehyung stood abruptly, his voice tight. "Yeah, Hyung. That's her."

They hurried to the door, and they were right—Mrs. Park was there, glaring at their mother. She was gripping Jihoon's arm, and he looked awful. His face was bloodied, and he could barely stay on his feet. Taehyung's heart sank. "Ji! What happened?" he asked, rushing forward,

his voice shaking. Jihoon didn't say a word. His head stayed low, and he looked like he could collapse at any moment. Mrs. Park, however, wasn't staying quiet. Her sharp glare locked onto Taehyung. "What happened? You really have the nerve to ask that?" Her voice was bitter,

she looked very much angry. Taehyung froze, suddenly feeling small under her glare. He started to back away, but his mom grabbed his wrist and moved in front of him. "Mrs. Park, I understand you're upset, but I won't let you speak to my son that way.