In a quiet village wrapped in morning glories and sunlight lives Jay, a devoted father whose world begins and ends with his only son, Jungkook. To the villagers, Jungkook is a mystery - hidden away, shielded by his father's love, too delicate and be...
Now that the exams were finally over, Jungkook’s last paper being IT(Information technology)—which he had written quite well—he was free for the first time in weeks.
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In the evening, he lay sprawled on his bed with his tablet, scrolling through shorts. The tab had been gifted by Jay when he entered 10th class, meant mostly for studies, but sometimes Jungkook allowed himself an hour or two of fun. Today, free from books and deadlines, he was exploring trends.
One particular song had gone viral; countless people were making shorts on it. Jungkook giggled as he watched, replaying the steps again and again. Excitement bubbled in his chest. Setting the tablet carefully on his study table, he pressed play, and soon his little feet were moving. He began dancing—laughing, twirling, his silky hair bouncing with every step. His heart felt light. Exams were done, and tonight he could just be… happy.
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Meanwhile, Jay had just returned from the fields, having checked the water sources and locked the gates. As he approached the house, he heard it—the loud, carefree giggles of his fairy. A smile instantly lit his tired face. He knew that sound better than any melody in the world.
He pushed open the half-drawn curtain, stepping quietly inside, and there he saw him—his little fairy, lost in music, dancing with pure joy. Jay’s smile widened, pride and tenderness softening his eyes.
“My little fairy, what are you doing, hmm?” he called warmly.
Jungkook froze mid-step, startled, then burst into laughter. “Papa!” he squealed, running straight into Jay’s arms. Jay scooped him up in a tight hug, smoothing his hair and planting a kiss on his forehead.
“Hm,” Jay teased, “is my fairy having fun?”
“Yes, Papa!” Jungkook’s eyes sparkled. “See, I learned the dance steps today!” He ran back to the table, pressed play again, and began showing his moves. In the middle of his dance, he tugged at Jay’s hand, pulling him insistently.
At first Jay shook his head, chuckling. “No, no, Papa can’t dance.” But who could resist Jungkook’s pleading doe eyes? Certainly not him. With a sigh of surrender, he joined in, letting his son guide his steps.
