Single Father • Namjoon + BTS!Kids

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Tae hesitated before shaking his head. "Not forgiven."

Namjoon exhaled before running his hand through Taehyung's soft hair. "Please, sweetie. Daddy didn't mean to. He was just upset at- at someone. Okay? Please? Forgive me?"

Taehyung stuck his lower lip out and wiped at his eyes. Out of all of his beautiful children, Taehyung was one of the least reluctant to cry in front of him, probably because he felt he had to be strong for Jungkook, the youngest, and Jimin, was who naturally more sensitive. Yoongi cried when he got emotional, Hobi cried when he got hurt, and Jin cried when he felt bullied, but Taehyung rarely cried at all. Instead, he was always there when one of his brothers shed a tear, making funny faces or noises or trying to startle them into laughter. Namjoon loved that about him, but it worried him too. He wanted Taehyung to feel free to express himself honestly.

So, in a way, he was glad that Taehyung was crying. Namjoon felt that it was something everyone needed to do once in a while.

He hugged Taehyung so that Tae's face was enveloped in Namjoon's sweatshirt. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered. "I know it's my fault but you can cry, okay? I won't tell any of them, and they won't make fun of you anyway. Okay?"

Taehyung bobbed his head slightly and just stood still for five minutes before backing up, his eyes puffy. "Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I forgive you."

Namjoon smiled, playing with Taehyung's hair because it was just so dang soft and fluffy. "Thank you, Tae."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Were you talking to Mommy on the phone?"

Namjoon's hand froze on top of Tae's head as he stayed silent.

"Mommy's not coming back, is she?" Taehyung asked, his voice quiet.

Namjoon sighed and messed Tae's hair up. "No, sweetie, she's not."

"Oh." And Tae put his face back in Namjoon's sweatshirt and stood there for another few minutes.

Finally, Tae pulled back, his eyes twice as puffy as before. "Okay, I'm done now," he said.

"All right, sweetie. But if you ever want to cry, I'm here for you, okay?"

"I wasn't crying," Taehyung said defensively.

"Okay." Namjoon tried not to grin, and he lost the urge when he thought of his next words. "Tae?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Please don't...don't tell your brothers yet, okay?"

Tae paused before nodding. "All right, Daddy."

Namjoon sighed before jumping up. "All right. Mac and cheese for dinner."

Tae's whole face lit up. "The ones with the fun shapes?!"

"You bet."

Tae sprinted out of the room and Namjoon took a moment to sit back down on the bed.

How long before they all figure it out? That I'm just doing my best, that I don't really know what I'm doing?

That Mommy isn't coming home?

double update

thanks guys for 2k reads ❤️

and i'm lowkey obsessed with tae's hair right now

it just looks so soft