PROJECT K001

Untitled Part 47

It was a calm morning.

No storms in the sky, no angry whispers rolling through marble hallways. Just sunlight, streaming like liquid gold through the mansion's towering windows. The estate was unusually still—like the world had exhaled after a storm and left behind nothing but quiet promise.

Jungkook sat cross-legged in the center of the studio floor, surrounded by open boxes of paints and half-finished canvases. A light smudge of cobalt blue brushed his cheek, his lower lip caught between his teeth in concentration. The piece he had started the day before—their piece—was slowly becoming more than an outline. It was turning into something vivid, something unspoken yet deeply familiar.

Not realism. Not abstract. Something in between.

Love, maybe. Possession. Belonging.

His hand moved steadily, the brush gliding across the canvas with the confidence of someone who no longer feared being seen.

And yet—despite the calm, he was waiting.

Listening.

For the sound of footsteps. For a door to open. For either Daddy or Dada to come find him.

The house was too quiet without them near.

—

They hadn't left the mansion. But they had retreated—to the east wing study—where matters of business waited like wolves at the door. Security updates. Press inquiries. Adjustments to their shares in several companies due to the rise in public attention.

Koo's fame had already become a stock market indicator.

"They want licensing," V said as he scrolled through a file on his tablet. "Some are even offering seven figures for digital prints."

"Not happening," Taehyung replied without looking up. His eyes were fixed on the window, on the edge of the garden where Jungkook's fox plush sat forgotten under a rose bush. "He doesn't even understand what those numbers mean."

"He doesn't need to," V murmured. "That's our job."

Silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just weighty with understanding.

Finally, Taehyung stood and pushed his chair back with a soft scrape. "He's been alone for an hour."

V didn't protest. He was already rising, jacket left on the arm of the chair, eyes distant.

Together, they walked.

—

Jungkook didn't look up when the studio doors opened. He didn't need to.

He felt them—always did. In the pull of air that entered with them, in the grounding weight of their presence. His brush paused mid-stroke, body relaxing instantly without thinking.

Taehyung reached him first.

He dropped to the floor without a word, long legs folding beside Jungkook's frame. V followed, circling around to the other side. One twin at each flank, the usual configuration that made Jungkook feel like a protected center of gravity.

The brush was gently taken from his fingers.

"You've done enough for today, bunny," V said softly, wiping his hand clean with a linen cloth.

"But I was almost done—"

"You are," Taehyung murmured, his eyes on the painting. "It's perfect like this."

Jungkook's mouth parted slightly, then closed again. He wasn't used to that. Perfection. Approval. No demands for more. Just... stillness.

His voice lowered. "You came back."

"We always do," V whispered, brushing a thumb over Jungkook's cheek.

There was a long pause, filled only by the quiet shuffles of the three of them adjusting their weight, their warmth pooling on the polished floor.

Then Jungkook leaned forward, hands crawling onto Taehyung's thigh as he pressed his head into his chest, the movement childlike but loaded with need.

"Missed you, Dada..."

Taehyung smiled softly, threading fingers through his dark hair. "I missed you too, baby."

On his other side, Jungkook reached blindly behind him, hand searching for V's until fingers clasped tightly.

"Daddy too."

"Always, my star," V murmured, leaning in to kiss the crown of his head.

It was quiet again, but now the silence was full.

Full of pulse. Heat. Unspoken tension.

V didn't pull away after the kiss. Instead, his mouth lingered a beat longer, and then trailed lower—along Jungkook's hairline, to the delicate shell of his ear. His voice, when it came, was like ink poured into velvet.

"You know what I want, baby?"

Jungkook's ears flushed crimson. He shook his head faintly.

"To hold you. Right now. Between us."

He didn't hesitate. Jungkook turned and crawled into his lap, small and yielding, but not entirely innocent. There was that glint in his eyes—soft, but knowing.

He was learning what he could do to them.

How he could ruin them with just a breathy moan or the way his fingers fisted in their shirts.

Taehyung shifted in closer from behind, wrapping an arm around Jungkook's waist, chin pressing lightly to his shoulder.

"You always know how to turn everything upside down," he whispered into his ear. "Even when you don't mean to."

Jungkook giggled, cheeks still stained with blue paint, his body curled like a kitten against both of them. The intimacy wasn't rushed. It never was. It was about immersion—breath syncing with breath, the friction of fabric against skin, the burn of restraint in every small kiss.

Taehyung nipped Jungkook's shoulder lightly, teasing. "Still smell like paint, baby."

"Still taste like sin," V added, voice low, as his hand smoothed down the curve of Jungkook's thigh.

Jungkook shivered and pressed closer, little fingers grasping at the hem of Taehyung's shirt.

It didn't go further.

Not this time.

Instead, the twins pulled him in, one on either side, and sank against the floor cushions, their warmth tangled together beneath the afternoon sun. V held Jungkook's legs draped across his lap, while Taehyung cradled his upper body, one hand softly tracing the lines of his collarbone.

It was intimacy without chaos.

The kind that lasted longer than anything.

And before they drifted off—together, tangled in a painting that hadn't been finished—they heard Jungkook's voice again.

Barely above a whisper. Almost too soft to catch.

"I want the world to know I belong to you."

V and Taehyung's eyes met over his head, both touched with something fierce and infinite.

One kiss landed on Jungkook's forehead. The other on the corner of his lips.

"You already do, my star," V said.

"You always will," Taehyung followed.

And in the warm, breathless quiet that followed, the world outside faded. There was no storm, no headline, no secret.

Only three heartbeats beating in time.