Chapter 93: And the World Watched

 

The morning after the reveal, the world felt louder.

 

Jungkook lay between the twins, wrapped in the warmth of bodies that didn’t budge even as sunlight seeped into the room. His head rested on V’s chest, while one of Taehyung’s hands lay sprawled protectively across his waist. Their breathing was deep, steady. He could feel their heartbeats like twin metronomes guiding his own rhythm.

 

And yet, outside the mansion, time raced.

 

News anchors debated the implications of the art world’s most elusive genius being revealed as the quiet, sweet-tempered heir to an old dynasty. Forums overflowed with theories and praise, while tabloids tried, and failed, to grasp the intimacy behind the trio's unorthodox love. Headlines swung between shock and reverence:

 

“Koo Unveiled: Jungkook’s Hidden Mastery Stuns the Art World.”

“Kim V and Kim Taehyung’s Bond With Koo Sparks Cultural Shift.”

“A Love That Defies Convention—And Redefines Power.”

 

But inside the estate?

 

Softness reigned.

 

The breakfast room was filled with golden light. Jungkook sat curled on the velvet banquette, one of V’s arms around his shoulders while Taehyung carefully fed him bits of strawberry-glazed mochi from a silver fork.

 

His cheeks were warm, painted with the faintest flush as he licked the sugar from his lips and beamed at them both.

 

“You know they’re calling us the triad online?” he mumbled between bites.

 

V raised a brow. “Could be worse. They could’ve gone with something vulgar.”

 

Taehyung smiled, brushing Jungkook’s cheek with the back of his hand. “You like it?”

 

Jungkook nodded. “Sounds powerful.”

 

“You are,” V murmured, planting a kiss to the crown of his head. “You were always more powerful than you realized.”

 

Their peace didn’t last long, though. A soft knock echoed through the hall, and Niki stepped into the room, her eyes wide.

 

“They’re here,” she whispered. “Media. Curators. Even some government figures. They want a word… with him.”

 

Jungkook stiffened.

 

Taehyung immediately stood. “No.”

 

But Jungkook tugged his sleeve. “Dada… I wanna talk.”

 

Both twins paused.

 

“I showed them my paintings,” Jungkook said quietly, eyes on his lap. “I want to show them me too. Just once. Just for a little.”

 

V’s gaze softened, dark lashes fluttering as he watched the boy he once thought too fragile to touch the world.

 

“You’re sure?”

 

Jungkook nodded.

 

And so, the gates opened.

 

The Mansion’s Grand Hall – Press Reception

 

The space had been transformed into a breathtaking gallery, lit in golden hues and scented with jasmine. Koo’s art hung around them like guardians—each piece hand-picked by Jungkook himself.

 

This wasn’t a press conference. It was a ceremony.

 

He stood at the center, dressed simply in soft blue silk, his long hair half-tied with a thin golden ribbon that trailed down his back. V and Taehyung stood behind him—not towering, not shielding—but supporting. Just as they always had.

 

The press asked questions—some smart, some cruel, many curious.

 

Jungkook answered each one with quiet strength.

 

“I didn’t hide because I was ashamed. I hid because the world likes to chew up beauty and spit it out in pieces.”

 

“What changed?”

 

His eyes darted toward the twins. “I found people who hold the pieces.”

 

Gasps swept the room.

 

The last question came from an older curator, her voice trembling slightly. “Do you regret it? Giving up your anonymity?”

 

Jungkook smiled, and it was dazzling.

 

“I gave up my silence. Not myself.”

 

Later That Night – The Bedroom

 

The lights were dim. The windows open. The air smelled like roses and rain.

 

Jungkook sat in the middle of their vast bed, legs tucked beneath him, a soft silk robe slipping off one shoulder. His ring glinted under the moonlight.

 

“Daddy… Dada…” he whispered, cheeks blooming with shy affection.

 

They approached slowly, eyes burning with something warm and molten.

 

“You were breathtaking today,” Taehyung whispered, fingers gently tracing Jungkook’s jaw. “We’re so proud of you.”

 

V’s lips brushed his shoulder. “So proud. You changed the world.”

 

Jungkook tilted his head. “Can I have a reward?”

 

“What kind of reward, baby?” V murmured, voice low and teasing.

 

Jungkook’s voice turned soft. “Just you. Both of you. Close. Forever.”

 

They didn’t need more words.

 

V leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. Taehyung slipped behind him, arms wrapping around his waist.

 

That night was full of whispers and warmth, of soft touches and silent promises. Their bodies tangled not just in desire, but in devotion. No frenzy. No rush. Just the slow, steady burning of three hearts finally at peace.

 

A Week Later – A Letter to the World

 

Published in the center of every major newspaper and magazine, the letter was handwritten. Simple. Honest.

 

“My name is Jungkook. I paint under the name Koo. I live in a house filled with light and silence. I used to hide because I thought I was too much and not enough at the same time. But then two men found me—one with a voice like thunder, the other with hands like midnight. They didn’t ask me to speak. They listened anyway. And they never left. So here I am. No more hiding. Just love.”

 

One Year Later – Paris

 

The gallery was quiet except for the hush of footsteps over polished marble.

 

A child clutched her mother’s hand and pointed to a painting of a boy in silk, surrounded by two shadowy figures with stars in their eyes.

 

“Who’s that?”

 

The mother smiled. “That’s Koo.”

 

“Why’s he smiling?”

 

“Because he’s loved.”

 

And beyond the painting, outside the gallery, the world watched… and finally understood.

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