Chapter 4: 3.Job

On the other hand,

The sound of quick typing filled the air as Jungkook sat at his desk, his fingers gliding over the keyboard with precision.

The office room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of papers or the click of his mouse. He was engrossed in his work, his sharp alpha senses focused entirely on the task at hand.

A sudden knock at the door pulled him out of his concentration. Without looking up, he called out, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and before he could process who it was, a small, familiar voice broke through his thoughts.

“Dadda…”

Jungkook barely had time to react before his three-year-old son, Jaybum, launched himself into his arms, wrapping his tiny arms tightly around his neck.

Instinctively, Jungkook caught him, his work forgotten as he cradled  his son close.

“My baby,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to Jaybum’s chubby cheek. “What are you doing here?”

The boy giggled but didn’t answer, burying his face into his father’s shoulder. It was Jimin’s voice that provided the explanation.

“Lina left him in the middle of the road,” Jimin said, his tone heavy with disapproval.

Jungkook’s eyes snapped to his cousin, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What?” he asked, his voice low and laced with barely restrained anger.

Jimin crossed his arms,  “Yes, she just left him. Jaybum was stranded until someone..a  new neighbor of mine found him and brought him to me.”

The alpha’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening. The thought of his son—his precious boy—alone and crying in the middle of the street ignited a fury within him.

“She dared to leave my son?” Jungkook growled, setting Jaybum down gently on the floor. The little boy, blissfully unaware of the tension in the room, wandered over to Jungkook’s desk, intrigued by the laptop and papers.

Jimin sighed, trying to keep the situation from escalating.

“Jungkook, this is the 27th babysitter. Maybe it’s time to stop hiring them altogether. You have that special room for Jaybum here at the office, right? Why not just keep him with you?”

Jungkook rubbed his temples, the frustration evident on his face.

“Chim, I wish I could. But you know my work ,I’m out for hours sometimes. I can’t leave him alone in that room, and I can’t take him everywhere with me.”

Jimin understood his cousin’s predicament, though it didn’t stop him from wishing there was a better solution.

“Alright, fine. But this time, I’ll help you find someone ....someone reliable,” Jimin offered, patting Jungkook on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Chim,” Jungkook said with a weary smile. He appreciated the gesture, but the thought of yet another babysitter brought a heavy sigh to his lips.

Jungkook’s thoughts wandered as he watched Jaybum playing with his desk trinkets, the boy’s laughter filling the room.

Every babysitter he’d hired so far had been a disappointment. Either Jaybum didn’t like them, or they crossed boundaries some even used Jaybum to try and get closer to Jungkook. It was exhausting.

“I just hope this time it’ll be different,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

Jimin smiled reassuringly. “It will be. You deserve some peace of mind, Kook. And so does Jaybum.”

Jungkook nodded, though his heart still weighed heavy with worry. All he wanted was someone who could care for his son ....someone who wouldn’t abandon him or try to use him for their gain.

That same night,

The scent of spices, roasted vegetables, and freshly cooked meat filled the cozy new home of Taehyung and Yoongi.

Despite being only partially unpacked, the brothers had prioritized setting up the kitchen and dining area to welcome their first guest Namjoon.

Together, their culinary skills transformed the simple dishes into a feast, and even the mismatched furniture seemed to blend harmoniously in the soft glow of the evening.

At exactly 8 PM, the doorbell rang.

Taehyung’s face lit up with excitement as he rushed to open the door. “Hyung!” he exclaimed, pulling Namjoon into a tight hug.

“Tae!” Namjoon responded just as enthusiastically, his arms wrapping warmly around the younger. “I missed you, kiddo!”

“Hyung, you’re finally here! We’ve been waiting for you!” Taehyung grinned, stepping aside to let him in.

Yoongi appeared from the hallway, his hands dusted with flour from the final preparations. Namjoon’s eyes lit up as he spotted him.

“Yoongs! My guy!” Namjoon said, striding over to hug Yoongi.

Yoongi’s face scrunched up as Namjoon enveloped him in a bear hug, his distaste for physical affection evident. “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, though the corners of his lips twitched slightly. The warmth in his chest at seeing Namjoon again betrayed his stoic expression.

“Still the same, huh?” Namjoon chuckled, patting Yoongi on the back before stepping away.

The trio chatted for a while, exchanging updates and playful banter as they moved to the dining table. Despite the boxes scattered around the living room and the hastily arranged chairs, the atmosphere was warm and inviting.

Taehyung and Yoongi brought out the food, the table laden with steaming dishes that spoke of their shared effort and skill.

The three of them sat down, the clinking of utensils and murmurs of appreciation filling the room as they started to eat.

“Hyung, how’s the music coming along?” Namjoon asked, glancing at Yoongi as he scooped some stew onto his plate.

Yoongi sighed, his chopsticks pausing mid-air. “It’s...not great. I’ve been trying to write a romantic song, but I can’t find the right inspiration. Everything I write feels...off.”

Namjoon frowned sympathetically but offered an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry, Yoongs. These things take time. The right spark will come when you least expect it.”

Yoongi nodded silently, appreciating Namjoon’s reassurance, though the frustration still lingered.

Turning to Taehyung, Namjoon shifted the topic.

“Oh, Tae, about that job you’re in luck. The interview is tomorrow at 10 AM. My boss said they’re hiring for the management department, and it sounds like something you’d be great at. I’ll text you the address.”

Taehyung’s eyes brightened at the news, his excitement barely contained. “Really? Thanks, Hyung! I’ll definitely give it a shot.”

Namjoon reached out to ruffle Taehyung’s hair affectionately. “Of course. I know you’ll do well.”

Taehyung grinned at the gesture, warmth radiating through him.

The rest of the evening passed in laughter, shared memories, and the occasional teasing remark.

The warm glow of the evening dinner lingered in Taehyung’s heart as he cleaned up the dishes, the house now quiet except for the occasional sound of Yoongi pacing upstairs.

Namjoon had left an hour ago, promising to check in the next day after Taehyung’s interview.

Taehyung dried his hands, glancing at the clock on the wall. Tomorrow was important. A new job could mean a fresh start, a way to settle into this unfamiliar city and prove to himself that he could stand on his own.

But a tiny flicker of doubt danced at the edge of his mind.

What if things didn’t go as planned?

“You’re overthinking again,” Yoongi’s voice broke through Taehyung’s thoughts as he descended the stairs.

The older vampire leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his piercing gaze softening ever so slightly as it landed on Taehyung.

Taehyung let out a small laugh, shrugging. “You know me too well, Hyung.”

Yoongi stepped closer, his voice steady. “You’ll be fine, Tae. You always are. Whatever happens tomorrow, good or bad, you’ll handle it.”

Taehyung nodded, taking a deep breath. He appreciated Yoongi’s words more than he let on. “Thanks, Hyung.”

Who knows what might bring to Taehyung’s luck today? Maybe it’s something good.

Or maybe it’s something bad.

Read more to find out~