In the soft glow of the hospital room, Y/n found herself seated on the hospital bed, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she observed her brother, cradling the newborn in his arms. The delicate sounds of baby coos and Namjoon's gentle laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and familial joy.
Namjoon, wholly immersed in the enchanting world of his niece, engaged in a playful interaction. His fingers traced gentle patterns on the baby's tiny hands, eliciting soft giggles that resonated with the innocence of new life. Y/n, captivated by the heartwarming sight, couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and contentment.
"She really looks like you, Y/n," Namjoon remarked, his voice filled with admiration as he stole a glance at his sister. Y/n's smile widened at the compliment, a fleeting moment of familial connection amid the whirlwind of emotions that surrounded the birth of the newest family member.
Taehyung, a steady presence by her side, occupied a space near her on the edge of the bed. His eyes reflected a blend of affection and fascination as he observed the interplay between Namjoon and the baby. The trio engaged in lighthearted chatter, sharing snippets of the joyous moment and reveling in the shared bond that united them.
As the conversation flowed, Y/n's mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of Jungkook. The complexities of their shared history lingered in the recesses of her thoughts, casting a subtle shadow over the otherwise joy-filled occasion.
[ Time skip ]
The car glided to a stop in front of the mansion, and Y/n stepped out, Taehyung holding her hand in a reassuring grip. Namjoon followed suit, cradling the newborn in his arms with a practiced tenderness. The soft moonlight cast a gentle glow on the scene, emphasizing the quiet grandeur of the mansion.
A hushed stillness enveloped the air as they approached the entrance, the click of the car door closing echoing through the night.
The trio entered the mansion, the grandeur of the surroundings providing a stark contrast to the intimate moments they had just shared in the hospital. Y/n's gaze flitted between the newborn in Namjoon's arms and the familiar contours of the mansion that bore witness to the twists and turns of her life.
As they traversed the halls, the hushed tones of their conversation mingled with the ambient sounds of the mansion. Namjoon, cradling the baby girl, spoke in soft reassurances, his words a soothing melody in the quietude of the night. Taehyung, a supportive presence by Y/n's side, exchanged glances with her, their unspoken connection echoing the complexities that unfolded within the mansion's walls.
Y/n, take her," Namjoon said with a smile, passing the precious bundle of joy into Y/n's waiting arms. A soft smile adorned Y/n's face as she cradled her daughter, a moment of bliss in the midst of the intricate tapestry of emotions that surrounded them.
"I have important duties, but I'll come back to meet my niece soon," Namjoon announced happily, his eyes reflecting the joyous pride of an uncle. Taehyung and Y/n exchanged smiles, their hearts warmed by the familial bond that was being woven in the quiet corridors of the mansion.
As Namjoon took his leave, Y/n turned her gaze towards Taehyung, seeking the comforting reassurance that had become a hallmark of their connection. "Where is Yuna?" she inquired, her eyes reflecting a subtle concern. Taehyung's gaze met hers, and he replied with a soothing tone, "She'll come after two days, don't worry." Y/n nodded slowly, a sense of calm settling within her.
"Now come, it's already night. Ha-rin must be hungry,"
"You already named her?" Y/n asked with a gentle smile, her eyes meeting Taehyung's. He nodded proudly, a paternal glow emanating from him. "Of course, she is my daughter," he affirmed, the love for their newborn evident in his voice.
Taehyung , guiding Y/n towards the next order of their shared responsibilities. They moved towards a bedroom.
As they entered the bedroom, a sudden question hung in the air. "Taehyung," Y/n began, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation. Taehyung turned towards her, his eyes expressing a readiness to listen.
"Where is Jungkook?" she inquired, the name carrying the weight of unresolved emotions.
"Oh, he's already asleep. He mentioned he was tired," Taehyung replied casually, his expression betraying no hint of the complexities beneath the surface. Y/n nodded slowly, accepting the information with a measured understanding.
"You can feed her. I'll come back after you're done," Taehyung suggested with a warm smile, leaving Y/n alone in the room with their daughter. As he departed, she observed him with a sense of gratitude, recognizing the true gentleman he embodied in moments both big and small.
Alone in the dimly lit room, Y/n settled into the act of breastfeeding, a tender moment that forged the intimate bond between mother and child. The soft sounds of the baby's feeding mingled with the quiet hum of the night, creating a harmonious melody that seemed to encapsulate the essence of newfound motherhood.
[ Meanwhile Jungkook ]
Jungkook found himself seated on the floor of his room. The room, devoid of the warmth that once defined it, became a silent witness to the turmoil within him. His eyes, stained with dry tears, reflected the weight of a heart burdened by memories and regret.
As he sat in solitude, the reel of moments played in his mind—a poignant montage of their journey together. Memories unfolded like pages of a cherished book, each frame etched with the laughter, love, and shared joy that had once defined his life with Y/n.
He remembered the day, How they meet.. the serendipitous encounter that brought her into his company as an employee. The playful mishaps, like the coffee spill that marked the beginning of their unique connection, flickered in his mind. He recalled the tender moments—her apology accompanied by flowers, her caring touch when his hand got injured. Each memory held a bittersweet resonance, a reminder of the love that had once thrived in their shared space.
His thoughts delved deeper into the profound journey of falling in love, marriage, and the countless lovely days they had spent together. The warmth of those moments seemed to linger in the air, creating an ethereal atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the solitude of his present.
Yet, the shadows of his split personality, a force that had disrupted their idyllic life, loomed over him. A surge of emotions overwhelmed him, and tears streamed down his face as he grappled with the realization that Y/n and their daughter were no longer his. The weight of his actions, the consequences of the choices he made in the throes of his internal struggle, bore down on him with a crushing force.
Hiding his face in his hands, Jungkook surrendered to the catharsis of tears. In the solitude of his grief, he navigated the echoes of a past that seemed irretrievably lost, a haunting melody of what once was but could never be again.
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