"Um, sir, about earlier, I want to apologize," she stammered, her voice hesitant and nervous.
"I didn't mean to call you heartless or a demon."
"Seems like you still have the mind of a child. Despite being a grown woman, you haven't matured." His a...
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"She makes me fall for her harder every time."
Chapter Ten:Nostalgia hit hard
When Jihun arrived home from daycare, Y/N and Jungkook were overjoyed to spend quality time with their young son. They played together on the living room floor, laughing as Jihun explored his toys with wonder and curiosity. Jungkook gently rolled a ball back and forth, delighting in Jihun's giggles each time he caught it.
As the evening drew near, Y/N knew it was time for Jihun's bedtime routine. She scooped him up in her arms, peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses. Jihun nestled his head on her shoulder, content and sleepy.
Y/N carried him to his room, softly humming a lullaby as she changed him into cozy pajamas. Jungkook joined them, settling into the rocking chair by the crib. He began reading Jihun's favorite bedtime story, his deep voice steady and soothing.
Jihun's eyelids grew heavy as he listened, safe and loved between his parents. Y/N gently laid him down, tucking the blanket around his small frame. She and Jungkook watched over him a few more moments, both filled with profound gratitude for this precious little family they had created.
After Jihun had drifted off to sleep, lulled by Jungkook's soothing bedtime story, Y/N quietly stepped out of the nursery. With Jihun peacefully resting, she decided to take a closer look at Jungkook's home.
As she moved through the elegant rooms, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious surroundings. The sprawling mansion was impeccably designed, with high ceilings, gleaming hardwood floors, and tasteful furnishings.
"Your home is absolutely stunning," Y/N commented, her eyes wide with genuine admiration. She ran her hand along the smooth marble countertops in the spacious kitchen, impressed by the top-of-the-line appliances. In the living room, she paused to admire the impressive art collection adorning the walls.
Jungkook chuckled, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Not as beautiful as my wife, though," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Y/N felt her cheeks flush at his words, and she quickly shook her head. "I'm not your wife!" she argued, her tone a mix of flustered and amused.
Unfazed, Jungkook reached into the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of banana milk. "Not yet, anyway," he said with a shrug, taking a long sip. "But that'll change soon enough," he added with a wink.
Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his confidence. "You really love that banana milk, don't you?" she observed, watching as he savored each mouthful.
Jungkook nodded enthusiastically, a content smile on his face. "I love it so much, I might just drink the whole crate," he admitted, his gaze locked on hers.
"No wonder Jihun loves it so much," Y/N remarked, thinking of Jungkook's young son. "I guess it runs in the family," she added, shaking her head in amusement.
