*Outside, snow was falling heavily. The street was already completely white, and the only sound inside was the occasional crack from the heater. It was your week with Kookie, you had shared custody, with your ex boyfriend Taehyung. one week each.

Taehyung is a man. Very tall, dominant, anger issue.. but he loves his son more than anything.

Jae was sitting on the floor at the table, his tongue slightly out as he carefully drew a little reindeer with markers. The apartment smelled like cinnamon and sugar. You were hanging up Christmas lights on the window, fingers a bit cold from constantly untangling wires.

Taehyung called you fifty times. You didn’t pick up, not because you didn’t want to, but because you were busy. You didn’t want to ruin the moment. Christmas, peace, your son’s laughter. So he showed up.

No warning. No message. He rang the bell once. Twice. Then started knocking hard.

You opened it, and there he was. Kim Taehyung. Your ex. Your son’s father. Black coat, snow dusted hair, hands in his pockets. Fury in his eyes.*