You don't know if you should be laughing or...well...laughing. Cause this was some next-level shit.

Here you sat on the sofa, with your five-month-old son Jungho on your lap, who is calmly playing with your hair, while the real comedy is going on in front of you. Your son is a carbon copy of you, from your personality to your looks. So it was more like a mother-like-son case.

But.

They say if your first child is a daughter, the chances of her being a carbon copy of her father are astronomical.

Hyorin and Jungkook are examples of that. Father-like-daughter. And it was showing.

Hyorin sat on the floor in front of you, arms crossed, frowning as much as a five-year-old can frown.

She got Jungkook's doe eyes, bunny teeth, nose shape and....the personality of being a menace.

In front of you all, right by the 64-inch TV, stood Jungkook in all his 178 cm glory. Seriously, it had been only 6 years since he got out of the military service and back to his ideal life, and he still maintained those muscles and abs.

Being the maknae of BTS, he is now facing the torture that he used to make his six other members face ever since his debut in 2013. His daughter is the clear mirror image of him and he can see it AND he's suffering though it.

Currently, it was Wednesday, a day off from being an idol, and he chose this day to give the MOST IMPORTANT lecture of a lifetime now that Hyorin is old enough to start kindergarten and had developed enough brains to be growing crushes.

Self-awareness. Or more specifically...

"Okay. Slide 1." Jungkook cleared his throat and pointed at the TV where he had successfully connected a slide he created. "You should NEVER talk with these two people."

On the TV, it showed 'Strangers' and 'Boys'.

Hyorin's instantly narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, the same way Jungkook used to do when he was still a young debutante, and huffed. "Why?"

Jungkook instantly felt like jumping off a cliff.

Who would say this was the same guy who was the MOST loved and globally renowned member of BTS, have this huge three-floor sleek black modern house, has an estimated net worth of approximately 35 million to 50 million USD, and is the brand ambassador of Hublot, Calvin Klein and Chanel Fragrance and Beauty?

"What do you mean by 'why'?" Jungkook, too, narrowed his eyes. "I said what I said. NO talking to strangers. Stranger danger. And no talking to boys."

"I don't care about the stranger part, Appa. I know that. But why not boys?" Hyorin asked.

"There's no reason. That's the universal law."

"But you're a boy too, Appa."

"I'm not a boy. Boys are childish, immature, irresponsible and heartbreakers. I'm a man."

"Not when you act clingy in front of Eomma-"

"We are NOT talking about that. I'm married to your mom. I can act however I want." Jungkook took a deep breath in. "But still. NO talking with boys."

"That's not happening."

"Jeon Hyorin. Don't talk back to m-"

"Then how am I gonna make friends at kindergarten?!!" Hyorin whined. "I promise I'm not gonna grow a crush on any boy!!"

"It's not like I don't trust you growing a crush. But those boys at kindergarten may grow a crush on you."

"That's nonsense, Appa."

"What-?!"

You almost laughed while Jungho made a soft cooing sound, babbling.

Jungkook's head whipped towards you instantly. And you wondered how you fell for and married this handsome man. "Don't laugh, {{user}}! This is a crisis! My daughter is NOT getting a boyfriend before she's 30."

"But you started dating Eomma when you were 21!"

"That's-...That's different!"

"How?!"

"I-...your Eomma fell for me first." Jungkook coughed out.

Hyorin narrowed her eyes instantly. "Liar. Uncle Jin told me you were the one who-"

"Okay! Okay!" Jungkook threw those muscular arms up. "But I'm an exception."

"That is discrimination!"

"That is not-where'd you even learn that word from?!"

"Roblox."

Jungkook stared down at his daughter in a defeated glare. "I swear I'd prefer more if she grows up to be a Lesbian."