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Character Introduction

Name: Kim Taehyung

Age: 17 years

Gender: Male

Type: Omega

Taehyung is a sweet, chubby, and innocent boy. He has a soft heart and a gentle nature. He is not confident about his looks and often feels awkward around people. Taehyung likes K-pop, reading manga, and staying in his own small world. He is not very good at studies and is often bullied at school. Despite everything, he is kind, trusting, and easily attached to people who show him care.

Parents:

Kim Namjoon (father)

Kim Seokjin (mother, male omega)

Mate: Unknown

Name: Jeon Jungkook

Age: 28 years

Gender: Male

Type: Elite Alpha

Jungkook is a famous actor and K-pop star known worldwide. He is confident, calm, and sharp-minded. Behind the fame, he is secretive and emotionally distant. Jungkook is an orphan who grew up under childcare after being found by the Kim family. He left the village at a young age and built his life on his own. He visits the village only in secret due to safety reasons.

Family Status: Orphan

Mate: Kim Taehyung

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Other Character Introduction

Name: Kim Seokjin

Age: 45 years

Gender: Male

Type: Omega

Kim Seokjin is a warm and gentle male omega. He is caring, emotional, and deeply family-oriented. Seokjin believes in kindness and giving people second chances, which is why he helped Jungkook when he was found alone years ago. He treats Jungkook like his own child and Taehyung is the center of his world. Seokjin often scolds Taehyung for being lazy or loud, but his love is unconditional. He worries easily and always puts family before everything else.

Name: Kim Namjoon

Age: 47 years

Gender: Male

Type: Alpha

Kim Namjoon is a strict and serious alpha. He is protective of his family and dislikes unnecessary attention. Namjoon never fully trusted Jungkook after taking him in, believing that Jungkook's presence and later his fame would bring danger to the family. He values discipline, reputation, and safety. Although he loves Taehyung deeply, he shows it through rules and control rather than affection. His relationship with Jungkook has always been tense.

Taehyung hated school uniforms.

They were made for people who looked good without trying.

Not for someone like him.

His white shirt stretched at the buttons. His pants felt tight around his waist. The tie hung loose, never straight no matter how many times he fixed it. His school bag was old, the strap torn on one side.

He wore thick glasses.

They slid down his nose when he walked fast.

Taehyung was chubby.

Everyone said fat, but he liked the word chubby better. It sounded softer. Kinder.

School was never kind.

He sat at the last bench, always quiet. His notebook was filled with small doodles of manga characters instead of notes. Teachers sighed when they saw his marks. Students laughed when they saw his face.

Still... today felt different.

Because today, Taehyung had decided to be brave.

The boy he liked stood near the school gate.

Perfect hair. Sharp jaw. Clean uniform. Surrounded by friends.

Taehyung's heart beat loudly in his ears.

Just say it, he told himself.

Say it and be done.

He walked forward, hands shaking.

"E-excuse me," Taehyung said.

The boy looked at him with confusion first... then amusement.

"Yes?" he asked, smirking.

Taehyung swallowed hard. "I... I like you."

The world stopped.

Then it exploded with laughter.

"You?" the boy said loudly. "You like me?"

His friends started laughing too.

"Look at him," the boy continued. "Those clothes. That body. Those glasses."

"Did you really think you had a chance?"

Someone nearby snorted.

Another whispered, "That's disgusting."

Taehyung's face burned. His ears rang.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, bowing his head.

"I won't say it again."

He turned and ran.

On the way home, the whispers followed him.

"Hey fatty."

"Careful, don't trip."

"Rejected already?"

Taehyung kept walking. Faster. Faster.

His chest hurt.

By the time he reached the empty road near the fields, his eyes were wet. He wiped them angrily with his sleeve.

That's when a black car suddenly stopped beside him.

The door opened.

Before he could react, someone pulled him inside.

Taehyung screamed.

"Let me go!" he cried, kicking and hitting.

"I don't have money! Please!"

The door slammed shut. The car started moving.

A man wearing a mask laughed softly.

"You don't have money," the man said calmly.

His voice was low and careless, like he was talking about the weather.

"Then we'll sell your kidney first."

Taehyung's whole body went cold.

"Then your eyes," the man continued.

"Eyes sell well."

Taehyung started shaking badly.

"Maybe your heart," the man added, laughing softly.

"That one is last."

Taehyung couldn't breathe anymore.

He started crying hard, loud sobs breaking out of his chest. His hands trembled as he tried to push away, but he was weak and scared.

"Please... please..." Taehyung cried.

"I didn't do anything wrong... I swear..."

"I don't have money... I don't have anything..."

Tears ran down his cheeks and soaked into his school uniform. His glasses slipped down his nose, but he didn't care. His chest hurt. His throat hurt.

The man sighed.

"So dramatic," he muttered.

"Such a drama queen."

The car suddenly slowed down.

Then it stopped.

For a few seconds, everything was quiet. Too quiet.

The man reached up slowly and pulled the mask off his face.

Taehyung froze.

His crying stopped completely.

His eyes went wide.

"...Uncle?" he whispered, voice broken and confused.

"U-Uncle Jeon?"

Jungkook was sitting in the driver's seat, calm and serious, hands resting on the steering wheel.

"Yes," he said softly.

"Uncle."

Taehyung stared at him.

One second.

Two seconds.

Then reality hit.

"You-!" Taehyung shouted and started hitting Jungkook's arm with both hands.

"Are you crazy?!"

"I thought I was going to die!"

"I was so scared!"

Jungkook let him hit for a moment.

Then he pulled Taehyung into his chest and wrapped his arms around him tightly.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said quietly.

"You weren't answering your phone."

That was all it took.

Taehyung broke down again.

He buried his face in Jungkook's chest and cried like a child, shoulders shaking.

"I hate school," he whispered between sobs.

"I hate everyone there..."

Jungkook held him firmly, one hand pressing the back of Taehyung's head.

"I know," he said.

"I know."

The rest of the drive was quiet.

Jungkook drove them to a house near the village. It wasn't too big, but it was clean and beautiful. Warm lights glowed from inside.

Jungkook's house.

Inside, the air felt safe. Quiet. Calm.

Taehyung's legs felt weak as soon as they sat on the sofa. Without thinking, he climbed onto Jungkook's lap and leaned against him. It felt natural. Like he belonged there.

Jungkook didn't stop him.

He gently rubbed Taehyung's back, slow and steady.

"What happened?" Jungkook asked softly.

Taehyung took a deep breath and told him everything.

"I'm ugly," Taehyung said quietly, staring at the floor.

"That's why... they hate me."

Jungkook lifted Taehyung's chin gently so he had to look at him.

"No," Jungkook said firmly.

"You're not."

Taehyung's lips trembled.

"Then why does everyone treat me like this?"

Jungkook didn't answer right away.

He just hugged Taehyung tighter, like he was protecting something precious.

The phone rang suddenly.

Taehyung flinched.

"Mom," he whispered.

Jungkook took the phone from his hand.

"He's with me, Mrs. Kim," Jungkook said calmly.

"He'll stay here tonight."

Taehyung looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Uncle..."

Jungkook smiled softly.

"You're not going back today."

Taehyung relaxed against his chest, finally breathing properly.

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Many years ago, the Kim family found a boy near the village.

He was young, injured, and alone.

He had no family with him and nowhere to go.

That boy was Jeon Jungkook.

The Kim family did not ask many questions. They took him in and placed him under village childcare for abandoned children. Even though it was officially a shelter situation, Jungkook spent most of his time at the Kim house.

From that moment, Jungkook's life changed.

Kim Seokjin, a male omega, became the one who cared for Jungkook the most. Seokjin was gentle but strong, kind but firm. He cooked for Jungkook, scolded him when needed, and treated him like his own child.

Kim Namjoon, Seokjin's mate, agreed to help but kept emotional distance. He was protective of his family and always careful around outsiders.

At that time, Seokjin was pregnant.

Not long after Jungkook arrived, Kim Taehyung was born.

From the beginning, Jungkook and Taehyung grew up together.

Jungkook protected Taehyung like an instinct. He carried him, played with him, and never let anyone bully him. Taehyung learned to walk holding Jungkook's hand and learned to speak calling him "Uncle Jeon."

Even though Jungkook was not related by blood, the bond between them was real.

As Jungkook grew older, his talent became obvious. At fifteen, he left the village to become a K-pop trainee. The childcare system officially ended his stay, but the Kim family never stopped caring for him.

Now, Jungkook is twenty-eight years old.

He is a world-famous K-pop idol. Because of his fame, he visits the village only in secret and for short periods of time. For safety reasons, only the Kim family knows when he comes.

Seokjin still worries about him like a parent.

Namjoon, however, does not like Jungkook's presence.

He believes Jungkook's fame brings danger and attention. He fears it could affect Taehyung. That is why there is tension between them.

Taehyung is now seventeen years old and still in school.

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After dinner, Jungkook cleaned the kitchen.

He cooked simple food, but Taehyung ate a lot. That always made Jungkook happy.

Taehyung changed his clothes.

He wore Jungkook's oversized black hoodie and his own short pants. The sleeves were too long and covered his hands. For some reason, Taehyung always liked wearing Jungkook's clothes when he stayed here. They felt warm. Safe. Like home.

He turned on the music.

The volume was loud.

Very loud.

Taehyung started dancing in the living room, moving freely, spinning, jumping, laughing to himself. He didn't care how he looked. He liked it this way.

Standing next to you

Standing in the fire next to you, oh

You know it's deeper than the rain

It's deeper than the pain

When it's deep like DNA

Something they can't take away, ay

Take-take-take-take-take-take off

Maybe that was why Jungkook built the house a little far from the village.

No neighbors.

No noise complaints.

Taehyung could never do this at his own house.

Seokjin would scold him.

"Lower the volume."

"Do your homework."

"Stop jumping around."

So Taehyung always waited for Uncle Jeon to come home.

He liked it here more than his own house.

Jungkook sat on the balcony.

He was shirtless, leaning back on the chair, quietly smoking. He only did it here. Secretly. If Taehyung saw him, he knew he would get scolded.

Jungkook glanced inside through the glass door.

Taehyung was dancing, hoodie swinging, hair messy, smiling.

Jungkook smiled without realizing it.

Then-

The music stopped.

"Uncle Jeon."

Jungkook froze.

Taehyung was standing in front of him, hands on his waist, glaring.

"What are you doing?" Tae asked.

Jungkook sighed. "You weren't supposed to see that."

Taehyung reached forward and snatched the cigar from his fingers.

"No smoking," he said seriously. "Bad."

He threw it away and turned back, arms crossed.

"Why do you always smoke?" Taehyung scolded.

"I told you it's bad for health."

Jungkook rubbed his face. "Just sometimes."

Taehyung climbed onto Jungkook's lap without asking.

"Bad boy," Tae said, poking his chest.

"Are you a bad boy, Uncle Jeon?"

Jungkook laughed softly and held his waist so he wouldn't fall.

"I guess I am," he said.

Taehyung nodded like a teacher. "No smoking then."

"If you give me a kiss," Jungkook said lazily, one hand moving slowly on Taehyung's back,

"I might stop smoking."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes.

"You're not a baby to ask for kisses," he said. "Grow up, Uncle Jeon."

Jungkook smirked. "Then I guess I'll smoke again."

He pulled out another cigar from his pocket on purpose.

Taehyung quickly grabbed his hand.

"No."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Then?"

"Kissy kissy," Jungkook teased.

Taehyung glared at him, then leaned in and pecked his cheek quickly.

"There," he said. "Happy?"

Jungkook hummed and slowly pulled out another cigar.

"Uncle Jeon!" Taehyung scolded loudly.

Jungkook laughed and tapped the cigar against his lips.

"That one didn't count."

Taehyung's face turned red. "I already kissed you."

"I said I wanted a kiss," Jungkook replied calmly.

"I didn't say where."

Taehyung looked away, ears burning.

"No kiss there," he said stubbornly. "I'm grown up."

Jungkook's smile changed. Slower. Deeper.

"Grown enough to confess to a boy," he said, voice low.

"But still shy?"

Jungkook leaned closer, their faces only inches apart.

"Grown people should know how to kiss properly," Jungkook said quietly.

"Maybe that's why he rejected you."

Taehyung's breath hitched. "That's not-"

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on Taehyung's lips.

"Relax," he murmured. "I'm not asking."

Taehyung swallowed hard, heart racing.

"...You're bad," he whispered.

Jungkook smiled. "You already knew that."

Jungkook's chuckle was a low, dangerous rumble in his chest. His hands, which had been resting on Taehyung's waist, tightened like vices, pulling him impossibly closer until there was no space left between them. The warmth of Jungkook's bare chest seeped through Taehyung's hoodie, making his heart hammer against his ribs.

"Grown up enough to confess to a boyfriend?" Jungkook's voice dropped, losing its playful edge and gaining a dark, possessive undertone that made Taehyung's stomach clench. "Grown up enough to know how to kiss properly?"

Before Taehyung could process the command, Jungkook's lips were on his.

It was nothing like in the dramas. There was no soft camera angle, no gentle background music. It was a hard, crushing pressure. Jungkook's lips were firm and demanding, molding against Taehyung's with an ownership that stole his breath. Taehyung's mind went blank. He'd seen this, he knew what happened next, but his body wouldn't cooperate. His hands, which had been loosely draped over Jungkook's shoulders, clenched into fists. He didn't know what to do. Should he move his lips? Should he open his mouth? Panic, hot and sharp, flooded him.

Then, Jungkook's tongue forced its way inside.

It was a slick, invasive muscle, thrusting into his mouth without permission. Taehyung made a muffled sound of shock, his entire body tensing. It was so wet, so foreign. Jungkook's tongue explored every corner of his mouth, sliding against his teeth, stroking the roof of his mouth, a possessive mapping of his most intimate space. Taehyung could feel his own saliva pooling, mixing with Jungkook's, and he felt a fresh wave of embarrassment. He was drooling. He couldn't help it.

Jungkook seemed to sense his inexperience. He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against Taehyung's. "Don't just sit there like a doll," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Kiss back."

Taehyung whimpered, a pathetic, confused sound. He tried, he really did. He awkwardly moved his lips, trying to mimic what Jungkook was doing, but it was clumsy and useless.

Jungkook sighed in frustration. "No, like this."

He captured Taehyung's lower lip between his teeth, biting down gently before sucking hard. A jolt, sharp and electric, shot through Taehyung's body. Then Jungkook's tongue was back in his mouth, more aggressive this time. It thrust against Taehyung's own tongue, which lay limp and unresponsive. With a growl, Jungkook curled his tongue around Taehyung's and pulled, coaxing it into his own mouth. He sucked on it, hard, a wet, obscene sound that made Taehyung's ears burn. He was drinking Taehyung's saliva, actively pulling it from his mouth and swallowing it. The sheer filthiness of it made Taehyung's head spin.

When Jungkook finally released his mouth, a thin, glistening strand of saliva connected their lips before breaking. Taehyung was panting, his lips swollen and wet. A trail of spit had escaped the corner of his mouth and was trickling down his chin.

Jungkook's eyes were dark, fixed on the glistening trail. "Messy boy," he murmured, his voice a husky rasp. Instead of letting Taehyung wipe it away, Jungkook leaned in. He stuck out his tongue and slowly, deliberately, licked the trail of saliva from Taehyung's chin, all the way back to the corner of his mouth. The feel of that rough, wet muscle on his skin made Taehyung shudder violently.

"Watch and learn," Jungkook commanded, his voice low and hypnotic.

He held Taehyung's face firmly, his thumbs pressing into his cheeks. "Open your mouth. Wide."

Dazed and submissive, Taehyung obeyed. His jaw dropped, revealing his wet, trembling tongue.

Jungkook looked into his open mouth as if admiring a prize. Then he plunged his tongue back inside. This time, it was a deliberate, twisting dance. He swirled his tongue around Taehyung's, over and under, a slick, invasive tangle. Taehyung felt more saliva gather, his mouth practically flooding. It dribbled past his lips, down his chin, onto Jungkook's hand.

Jungkook didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to revel in it. Every time a new drop escaped, he would break the kiss, make a sound of deep satisfaction, and slurp it up directly from Taehyung's skin before diving back in. The wet, sucking sounds were incredibly loud in the quiet night, lewd and shameless.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulled back again. His hand shot out, and his thumb and forefinger, still wet with Taehyung's own saliva, pinched Taehyung's tongue. Taehyung cried out in surprise, his eyes flying wide open. Jungkook pulled his tongue out of his mouth, holding it between his fingers like a captured thing. Taehyung's mouth was held open, stretched wide, completely at Jungkook's mercy. He couldn't speak, couldn't swallow, couldn't do anything but drool freely down his chin and onto his hoodie.

"Look at you," Jungkook breathed, his eyes burning with a terrifying, possessive fire. He stared at Taehyung's exposed, vulnerable tongue, at the saliva pooling in his open mouth. He leaned forward and, without breaking his grip, sucked the tip of Taehyung's captured tongue into his own mouth. The sensation was bizarre and overwhelming - the pressure of Jungkook's fingers, the wet heat of his mouth, all concentrated on that one sensitive point.

He finally let go, and Taehyung's tongue snapped back into his mouth. He gasped for air, coughing, his entire body trembling. His face was a mess of tears, drool, and confusion. The first kiss he had ever dreamed of was nothing like this. This was a drowning. A claiming. A lesson in filth he had never asked for.

Jungkook held him close, his chest heaving. He licked his own lips, then leaned in to lick Taehyung's again, cleaning up the last traces of their shared mess. "That," he whispered against Taehyung's swollen, wet lips, "is how a grown-up kisses."

The world tilted on its axis. Taehyung's mind was a blank, buzzing void, wiped clean by the sheer, shocking intimacy of what had just happened. His body, however, was a riot of sensation. His lips felt swollen, bruised, and utterly foreign. His chin was sticky. His own mouth, the place where words and breath lived, now felt like a conquered territory, still tasting of Jungkook's possessive tongue and smoke.

He was limp, a ragdoll in Jungkook's arms, his head lolling against Jungkook's shoulder. He couldn't think, couldn't speak. All he could do was feel the frantic beat of his own heart and the solid, unyielding warmth of the man holding him.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell with a deep, satisfied breath. He didn't move for a long moment, just held Taehyung, his hand resting possessively on the small of his back, right where his hoodie had ridden up. The skin there tingled, hyper-aware of his touch.

Then, slowly, Jungkook pulled back. He looked at Taehyung, really looked at him. His gaze was no longer just dark with desire; it was soft, almost reverent. He took in Taehyung's dazed expression, his tear-streaked cheeks, his swollen, glistening lips. A thumb came up to gently wipe away a smear of saliva from the corner of Taehyung's mouth.

"You're a mess," Jungkook murmured, but his voice was thick with an emotion Taehyung couldn't name. It wasn't mocking. It was... fond. Possessive.

He shifted, standing up from the chair with Taehyung still in his arms. Taehyung let out a small squeak of surprise, his legs automatically wrapping around Jungkook's waist to steady himself. It was an instinctual move, born from years of being carried by him, but this time it felt different. Every point of contact was charged with electricity.

Jungkook carried him back inside, the glass door sliding shut behind them, sealing them in the warm, quiet house. He didn't take him to the sofa. He walked past it, down the short hallway, and into his bedroom.

The glass door slid shut, sealing them in the warm, quiet house. Jungkook carried him with an ease that made Taehyung feel both weightless and overwhelmingly large. His chubby thighs gripped Jungkook's lean waist, and he couldn't help but feel clumsy, like a soft, doughy burden in his strong uncle's arms.

Jungkook didn't take him to the sofa. He walked past it, down the short hallway, and into his bedroom. The room was dark, save for the soft moonlight filtering through the window. It smelled like Jungkook-clean laundry, a hint of his cologne, and now, the faint, sharp scent of smoke. Jungkook gently laid Taehyung down on his bed, the sheets cool against his overheated skin.

Taehyung stared up at the ceiling, his mind slowly starting to piece itself back together. Shame and confusion warred with a terrifying, exhilarating thrill. He had been kissed. Thoroughly. By his uncle. The man who had taught him how to ride a bike, who had bandaged his scraped knees. The thought sent a fresh wave of vertigo through him.

Jungkook knelt on the floor by the bed, his arms resting on the mattress, his face level with Taehyung's. He was still shirtless, and in the dim light, the muscles of his chest and arms looked like carved shadows.

"Taehyung-ah," he said softly, his voice a low caress. "Look at me."

Slowly, hesitantly, Taehyung turned his head. Their eyes met in the gloom.

"Did I scare you?" Jungkook asked, his thumb stroking Taehyung's cheek.

Taehyung could only nod, his throat too tight to speak.

"A little," Jungkook finished for him, a small smile playing on his lips. "But not too much." It wasn't a question. He knew. He could feel it.

He leaned in, not to kiss him, but to press his forehead against Taehyung's. "I've wanted to do that for a very long time," he confessed, his voice a raw whisper. "Since before I even knew what it meant."

Taehyung's breath hitched. *Before?*

"All those times you fell asleep in my lap," Jungkook continued, his eyes closing as if he could savor the memory. "All those times you'd hug me so tight... I wanted to turn my head and just... take."

He pulled back, his gaze intense. "But I couldn't. You were a baby. My baby." His hand moved from Taehyung's cheek to his chest, resting right over his frantically beating heart. "But you're not a baby anymore, are you?"

Taehyung shook his head, a single tear escaping and sliding down into his hair.

"So is it okay, if uncle koo kiss you few more time huh"

"Tae, baby, wake up. You have school, petal."

Taehyung heard Jungkook's voice through his sleep.

He whined and pulled the blanket over his head.

"No school... please," Tae mumbled.

Jungkook sighed.

The next second, Taehyung felt himself being lifted-blanket and all.

"Yah!" Tae protested.

Jungkook carried him easily and sat down on the bed, placing Taehyung on his lap, still wrapped in the duvet.

"Your mom and dad will scold me until my ears bleed," Jungkook said.

"So no skipping."

Taehyung slowly peeked out of the blanket.

He made the angriest pout he could. His cheeks puffed, lips pushed out.

"Unfair," he muttered.

Then his expression changed.

"Uncle..." Tae said softly.

"Please."

He moved closer, rubbing his nose against Jungkook's cheek.

"No school, hmm?" Tae continued sweetly.

"My handsome Uncle Koo."

"My sweetheart Uncle Koo."

"My baby Uncle Koo."

He kissed Jungkook's cheek again. And again.

"That always works," Tae added confidently.

Jungkook closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Why are you like this?" he muttered.

He gently dropped Taehyung back onto the bed.

"Fine," Jungkook said. "One day."

Taehyung's face lit up instantly.

"Yes!" He clapped his hands happily, bouncing on the bed.

Then he stretched his arms toward Jungkook.

"Carry me," he demanded.

"No," Jungkook replied calmly.

He turned and walked toward the cupboard to grab a towel and clothes. He had just come back from the gym, shirtless, only wearing shorts, sweat still on his skin.

"I need a bath."

Taehyung stood on the bed and jumped lightly.

"Uncle, carry me," he whined.

"Stop acting like a baby," Jungkook said without turning around.

"You're grown up."

Taehyung gasped dramatically.

"I'm a baby," he argued.

"I'm your baby."

He pointed at Jungkook.

"So carry me. Now."

Jungkook paused.

He looked back.

Taehyung was standing there, hair messy, wearing Jungkook's oversized hoodie, arms still stretched out, pouting like the world would end if Jungkook didn't listen.

Jungkook stared for a long second.

"...You're impossible," he said.

But he walked back anyway.

And Taehyung smiled, knowing-

He always would.

As Jungkook carried Taehyung toward the bathroom, Tae leaned his head against Jungkook's shoulder.

"Uncle Koo..." Tae said quietly.

"How can I get a body like you, hmm? All muscles... hard."

Jungkook paused for half a second but kept walking.

"You are good as you are," he said firmly.

"No need to change."

Taehyung frowned.

"No," he protested softly.

"Everyone in school laughs at me."

Jungkook stopped in front of the sink.

"For my weight," Tae continued, voice shaky.

"No clothes fit me properly. I look like a potato in everything."

"And these pimples..."

He touched his cheek sadly.

"Tell me how," Tae whined. "Please."

Jungkook sighed.

He lifted Taehyung and placed him gently on the bathroom counter.

"Look at me," Jungkook said.

Taehyung looked up.

"You don't need to be like me," Jungkook said calmly.

"But if you want to feel better, we can try small things."

He picked up the toothbrush and put toothpaste on it.

"How about exercising a little?" Jungkook suggested.

"And eating fewer sweets."

He gently pulled Taehyung's lips down.

"Especially these," Jungkook added.

"They give you cavities."

Taehyung tried to pull away.

"Hey-!"

Jungkook leaned closer, inspecting his teeth.

"Yah," Jungkook said.

"Why are they yellow?"

He lightly bumped Taehyung's forehead with his own.

"Brush properly."

Taehyung pouted.

"You're mean."

Jungkook smiled faintly.

"Open," he ordered.

Taehyung opened his mouth.

Jungkook started brushing his teeth carefully, slow and gentle, like he had done so many times before.

"Uncle," Tae mumbled around the brush.

"If I become handsome... will people stop laughing?"

Jungkook froze for a second.

Then he continued brushing, slower this time.

"They laugh because they're stupid," Jungkook said quietly.

"Not because of you."

Taehyung's eyes softened.

Jungkook rinsed the brush and wiped Tae's mouth with a towel.

"You're already enough," he added.

"Remember that."

Taehyung sat on the counter, legs swinging, arms wrapped around Jungkook's neck.

"When I become pretty," he said dreamily,

"I'm going to marry a handsome and rich man."

Jungkook paused.

Taehyung smiled wider, eyes shining.

"You'll hold my hand and walk me to the wedding stage," he continued.

"I'll wear a red dress. My husband will wear white. The whole hall will be red and white."

Jungkook lifted him into his arms, holding him close, listening without interrupting.

"Then I'll have five kids," Taehyung added seriously.

"Happy married life. The end."

Jungkook looked down at him.

"...The end?" he asked.

He carried Taehyung toward the bathroom and set him gently on the edge of the bathtub as he turned on the tap. Warm water slowly filled the tub.

"What about your studies?" Jungkook asked quietly.

"Your job? Your dreams?"

Taehyung shrugged, completely unbothered.

"I told you," he said.

"I'll marry a rich man. He'll work for both of us."

Jungkook sat beside the tub, watching him.

"And my dream?" Taehyung continued.

"My dream is to be rich without working."

He leaned closer and hugged Jungkook again.

"So, Uncle," Taehyung said softly,

"help me become pretty. Help me become beautiful."

Jungkook reached out and gently pinched his cheek.

"Ani," he said firmly.

"You're fine the way you are."

Taehyung frowned.

"No," Jungkook added, pressing his thumb into Taehyung's soft cheek,

"you're perfect like this, my potato."

Taehyung gasped.

"I am not a potato!"

Jungkook smiled faintly and kissed Taehyung's chin.

"Do you even know how five kids are made?" Jungkook asked.

Taehyung looked at him, confused for a second, then nodded.

"Of course I know," he said confidently.

Jungkook waited.

"After marriage, God sends them," Taehyung explained.

"You just pray and tell Him how many you want. Umma said so."

Jungkook slowly turned his face away.

"...Aish," he muttered.

Taehyung frowned. "What?"

"Nothing," Jungkook said, rubbing his neck.

"Just-nothing."

Taehyung had grown up in a strict house.

Seokjin was soft. He smiled often, cooked for Taehyung, hugged him when Namjoon wasn't looking.

But Namjoon was different.

Always watching.

Always checking.

What Taehyung wore.

How long his sleeves were.

Whether his shirt was loose enough.

Namjoon chose Taehyung's clothes every morning.

Old-fashioned colors. Baggy fits. Nothing that stood out.

Even Taehyung's phone wasn't really his.

A small button phone. Only calls. No internet.

Namjoon said smartphones ruined children.

At home, there was no Wi-Fi.

No laptop.

No tablet.

Only an old television that played vintage dramas and news.

At school, it was easy to notice.

Everyone else scrolled, laughed, shared videos.

Taehyung sat quietly, holding his bag, pretending he didn't hear the jokes.

"Is that even a phone?"

"My grandmother has one like that."

Sometimes they tried to take it from him.

Sometimes they laughed at his clothes.

Taehyung never fought back.

He didn't know how.

He only knew how to smile and pretend it didn't hurt.

That was why he believed what his mother told him.

That was why he still thought kisses were just affection.

Jungkook watched Taehyung carefully.

"What will happen to you, bubba?" Jungkook said, his voice soft. "The world is going to swallow you whole."

"What do you mean, swallow?" Taehyung asked, confused. "I'm not food."

Jungkook laughed. "Yes, you are. Let me eat you!" he said, tickling him.

He pushed Taehyung gently into the bathtub. Jungkook got on top of him, settling carefully in the water. As he moved Taehyung to a more comfortable position against the tub, he asked, "Do you remember what I taught you yesterday, about kissing?"

Taehyung nodded, his eyes big.

"How do grown-ups kiss?" Jungkook asked.

Taehyung leaned forward and clumsily pressed his lips against Jungkook's. "Like this?" he mumbled against his mouth.

Jungkook chuckled. He gently took Taehyung's chin in his hand. "No, not like that," he said, then pushed his tongue between Taehyung's lips. "Open wide," he commanded.

Taehyung, surprised and not knowing what else to do, opened his mouth wide, letting Jungkook in.

"You like kissing?" Jungkook asked, his voice a low murmur against Taehyung's lips.

Taehyung nodded quickly, his eyes still closed, trying to process the strange new feeling.

"Good," Jungkook whispered, his thumb stroking Taehyung's cheek. "But you can't let anyone know we kiss like this, hmm? You remember our secret. Uncle is going to teach Tae about how to become a grown-up."

Taehyung's eyes fluttered open. A secret. Just for him and Uncle Koo. He nodded again, this time more seriously. A grown-up. He wanted that. He wanted to stop being a potato.

"Good boy," Jungkook praised.

Then he leaned in and claimed Taehyung's mouth again. This kiss was different. It wasn't a lesson. It was hungry. Jungkook's mouth moved against his with a desperate urgency, his tongue thrusting deep, exploring every corner of his mouth. Taehyung was overwhelmed, his body pliant and soft under Jungkook's hard frame. He didn't know what to do, so he just held on, his fingers digging into Jungkook's wet shoulders.

Jungkook's hands were everywhere. One tangled in Taehyung's damp hair, holding his head in place. The other slid down his back, under the soaked hoodie, his rough palm gliding over Taehyung's smooth skin. He gripped Taehyung's hip, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. The water sloshed over the sides of the tub, forgotten.

Taehyung felt a strange pressure against his thig°h, something h°ard and insistent pressing through Jungkook's shorts. It made his stomach feel funny, all tight and hot. He made a small, questioning sound into Jungkook's mouth, but Jungkook just groaned and kissed him harder, like he was trying to devour him.

Jungkook's lips left his mouth, trailing a wet, hot path down his chin and neck. He bit gently at the sensitive skin where Taehyung's neck met his shoulder, and Taehyung cried out, his back arching. It hurt, but it also sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core.

"Uncle...?" he gasped, his voice shaky.

"Shhh," Jungkook soothed, his lips moving back up to Taehyung's ear. "Just feel, Tae. This is part of growing up."

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that scared and excited Taehyung. With one hand, he tugged at the hem of the soaked hoodie Taehyung was wearing.

"Let's get this off," Jungkook said, his voice thick. "It's all wet."

Tae's hands flew down, pressing against Jungkook's wrist, stopping him from pulling the hoodie any further. "Uncle, no," he said, his voice small but firm. "You can't."

Jungkook stilled, his hovering over the wet fabric. A flicker of frustration crossed his face before he smoothed it over with a gentle, questioning look. "Why, baby?" he asked softly. "It's just wet. We need to get you clean."

Taehyung shook his head, his cheeks flushing a bright red that had nothing to do with the warm water. He looked down at the water, at his own reflection distorted in the ripples. "Because... because it's bad," he whispered.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Bad? What's bad about it? It's just taking off your clothes for a bath."

Taehyung squirmed, uncomfortable. He looked back up at Jungkook, his eyes wide with genuine innocence. "Umma and Appa said... they said only a husband can see his wife without clothes. And we're not married," he explained, his logic simple and absolute. "So... it's bad. We can't."

"Oh, my sweet, innocent Tae," he murmured, his thumb stroking the blushing skin. "That's a rule for other people. Not for us."

Taehyung frowned, confused. "But..."

"Uncle is teaching you, remember?" Jungkook interrupted, his voice smooth and persuasive. "This is a special lesson. It's our secret. Husbands and wives do this, yes, but uncles who are teaching their special Tae how to be a grown-up do it too. It's a different rule. A secret rule just for us."

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Taehyung's ear. "It's only bad if you get caught," he whispered. "And we're not going to get caught, are we? This is our secret."

Before Taehyung could protest again, Jungkook's hands were on the hem of the hoodie. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. "Uncle's just looking. Just for our lesson." He peeled the wet fabric up and over Taehyung's head, tossing it aside with a wet slap on the tiled floor.

The air hit Taehyung's bare torso, and he instinctively tried to curl in on himself, his arms coming up to cover his chest. But Jungkook caught them, stilling him.

For the first time, Jungkook truly looked at him. His gaze was intense, heavy, sweeping over Taehyung's body with an unnerving focus. Taehyung suddenly felt more naked than he ever had in his life. He was all grown up now, but not in the way he'd dreamed. His chest had developed faster than other boys, the soft flesh spilling over the simple cotton bralette he wore. It was too much, too big, and he hated it. His stomach was soft and round, a perfect, pudgy curve over the water's surface.

Jungkook didn't say anything. He simply reached out, taking Taehyung's hand and lifting it, inspecting it as if it were a curious artifact. Then his eyes moved to the space beneath Taehyung's arm, where the skin was exposed. There, a small, dark patch of hair had grown. Jungkook's thumb moved, tracing the coarse strands gently.

Taehyung flinched, a wave of mortification washing over him. This was so awkward. This was private. He tried to yank his arm down, to hide himself, but Jungkook's grip was firm. He felt ugly. He felt wrong.

He knew that in cities, people wore revealing clothes. His uncle had traveled the world for concerts, gone to hotels and beaches where people walked around in just their bras and underwear. Taehyung had seen pictures in old magazines his father had thrown away. Those people were beautiful. Their bodies were toned and flat, their skin smooth and perfect. They were pretty.

And his uncle must have seen them too. Of course, he had. How could he not compare them to... this? To Taehyung's soft, fat stomach and his too-large chest and the embarrassing hair under his arms? They were pretty and beautiful, while he was just... fat and ugly. He could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

**

"Uncle..." he whispered, his voice trembling. "Don't look."

Jungkook finally released his arm, his eyes meeting Taehyung's. There was no disgust there, no mockery. Just a deep, unreadable hunger. "Why not?" he asked, his voice thick. "You're beautiful."

The lie was so blatant it hurt. Taehyung shook his head, a tear escaping and sliding down his cheek. "No, I'm not."

"Yes," Jungkook insisted, leaning forward. He cupped Taehyung's face, his thumb wiping away the tear. "You are. You're perfect." He then lowered his head and pressed a soft, warm kiss right on Taehyung's stomach, just above his navel.

Taehyung gasped, his body jolting at the unexpected, gentle contact.

Tears continued to well in Taehyung's eyes, blurring Jungkook's face into a mess of shadows and light. He was so sure of his ugliness, so convinced that Jungkook was just being kind.

But Jungkook just shook his head, his expression full of a tenderness that made Taehyung's chest ache. "Tae, you are such a pretty omega," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Why so insecure, baby? Each part of you is beautiful."

He leaned in and captured Taehyung's lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle, a stark contrast to the hungry ones from before. "From these lips," he murmured against them.

Then his mouth began a slow, deliberate journey. He kissed the corner of Taehyung's jaw, then down his throat. He paused where the neck and shoulder met, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin. "From here," he breathed.

Taehyung shivered, his body trembling under the assault of gentle affection. This was worse than the hungry kisses. This was breaking down every wall he'd ever built around his self-loathing.

Jungkook lifted Taehyung's arm again, not inspecting this time, but guiding it upward. Taehyung froze, expecting ridicule, but all he received was a soft kiss placed directly on the dark hair under his arm. Jungkook's lips brushed against the coarse strands, a gesture so intimate and accepting it stole his breath.

"To this," he said, his voice vibrating against Taehyung's skin. He lowered Taehyung's arm and looked him straight in the eye, his gaze burning with an intensity that pinned him in place. "Everything in you is pretty, Tae."

Jungkook's hands moved to his back once more, his fingers finding the clasp of the bralette with practiced ease. This time, Taehyung didn't protest. He was too stunned, too overwhelmed by the sheer conviction in Jungkook's voice. With a soft click, the bra was undone. Jungkook slowly slid the straps down Taehyung's arms, peeling the wet fabric away and letting it sink into the water.

He looked at Taehyung's now-bare chest, the large, soft mounds of flesh with their dusky nipples, and he let out a low, appreciative groan. "Especially these," he murmured, before dipping his head down to take one peaked nip°ple into his mouth.