A smirk played on Y/N's lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches.
With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. Jungkook's breath quickened, her mere presence...
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💕•Epilogue•💕
With a heart brimming with joy, the 25-year-old boy found himself engrossed in a playful exchange with his tiny daughter. His face lit up as her giggles filled the room, their melodic sound like music to his ears. Every cute action, every silly face he made brought forth a symphony of laughter, and he reveled in the pure delight of being her doting father.
Meanwhile, the mafia Queen stood with her arms folded, leaning against the wall, a slight scowl gracing her features. Y/N's gaze shifted from her husband's endearing display to the time clock on the wall, sighing softly as she approached Jungkook. She reached out and gently patted his shoulder, her touch a gentle reminder of the world outside their father-daughter bubble.
"It's her sleeping time, pretty boy," Y/N informed him, a soft smile gracing her lips. Her tone held a mix of affection and authority, the perfect blend of tenderness and firmness that only a mother could possess.
Jungkook turned to look at his wife, his eyes reflecting a playful defiance as he shook his head in disagreement. His love for their daughter was evident in his gaze, his reluctance to end their playtime palpable. The unspoken words between them danced in the air, a silent negotiation of parental responsibility and the desire to prolong these precious moments.
The adorable pout on her husband's face tugged at Y/N's heartstrings, rendering her unable to resist his plea. "But she looks so cute, let me play a little bit, Y/N-shi," he implored, his expression a perfect blend of cuteness and longing. The sight of him pouting in such an endearing manner melted her resolve, and she found herself giving in to his request.
"Okay, just five minutes," Y/N sternly cautioned, her voice laced with a hint of playful authority. Jungkook's head bounced with an exuberant cheerfulness, his excitement tangible in the air.
As Y/N observed her husband, a sigh escaped her lips, carrying with it the weight of her transformation. Just two years ago, she had been a formidable and feared mafia queen, her name evoking both awe and terror. But today, she stood as a wife and a mother to a precious baby girl. The dichotomy of her existence, oscillating between the ruthless world of crime and the tenderness of family, was not lost on her.
While Y/N still commanded respect as the feared mafia queen, she had found a partner in Jungkook, a king standing beside her. Together, they navigated the complexities of their roles, finding solace and strength in their shared love and commitment.
"Baby, come on, time is up. Let her sleep," Y/N gently chided, her voice coaxing Jungkook back to reality. He scoffed playfully, his pout remaining intact as he reluctantly handed over the baby to her. Y/N smiled, her hand caressing his hair affectionately.
"Good boy," she praised him, her words eliciting a huff from him in response, reminiscent of a playful baby.
Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the journey she and Jungkook had embarked upon. Their love had transcended the boundaries of their respective roles, intertwining their lives in a way that defied expectation. From the depths of their shared history, they had risen, growing into their new roles as husband and wife, and now as parents.
