TRAGEDY OF PAST || JJK. FF || FT. KTH

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The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold, casting a warm glow over the mansion and heralding the promise of a new day. In the spacious hall, Taehyung sat, the embodiment of readiness, a smile playing on his lips as he awaited the unfolding of the day's events. Beside him, Y/n cradled her newborn daughter in her lap, the soft sunlight accentuating the delicate features of the little one.

"Taehyung, she's so precious," Y/n remarked, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of awe and love as she gazed down at her daughter. The small bundle in her arms stirred, a testament to the beauty of the maternal connection they shared.

He nodded with a proud smile, "She gets it from her beautiful mother."

As they sat on the hall couch, a tableau of familial warmth, the mansion seemed to embrace them in its timeless elegance. The air was filled with the tender sounds of a baby's coos and the subtle laughter that punctuated their shared moments.

"Are you hungry, Ha-rin?" Y/n cooed, her voice a melodic lullaby that elicited a soft response from the baby. Ha-rin, in the innocence of infancy, responded with a series of gentle coos, her small hands reaching out as if in acknowledgment.

In the midst of this tender exchange, Y/n's eyes twinkled with maternal delight. The joy of nurturing this tiny life was a privilege she embraced with open arms, finding solace in the simplicity of caring for her daughter.

"Taehyung," she called out, turning her gaze toward her partner in this journey of parenthood. "Take her; I will come in a minute." With a smile, she gently transferred Ha-rin into Taehyung's waiting arms, the baby seemingly content in the transition.

Taehyung, now cradling their daughter, became the focal point of Ha-rin's curious gaze. His fingers danced gently over her small hands, a playful interaction that drew delighted coos and an occasional baby giggle. The atmosphere in the room was charged with a shared sense of wonder—the magic of witnessing a new life unfold.

Y/n made her way into the kitchen, a space that had witnessed countless shared moments and now held the promise of a different kind of joy. As she prepared a bottle for Ha-rin, the soft clinking of baby utensils and the distant sounds of the piano playing in the background created a tranquil backdrop for their domestic scene.

As Taehyung played with Ha-rin, his mind wandered into a reflective monologue. The lightness of the moment contrasted with the weight of his thoughts.

"Look at you, Ha-rin," he whispered, his voice a tender murmur. "You're a little piece of magic in our lives. I never thought I'd find myself in this role, but here I am, holding you in my arms. It's surreal, you know?"

He marveled at the delicate features of his daughter—the button nose, the tiny fingers, the wide-eyed wonder that mirrored his wife fascination with her existence.

"I used to be the guy who believed he'd never settle down, but then your mom came into my life. She changed everything. And now, with you here, it's like our own little fairytale."

As Ha-rin cooed in response, Taehyung's heart swelled with paternal pride. He continued his monologue, a mix of introspection and newfound understanding.

"I want to be the best father for you, Ha-rin. I want to be there for every milestone, every laugh, and every tear. Your mom and I, we're a team—a team that's going to give you the best life possible."

The playfulness resumed as Ha-rin batted at his fingers, her innocence a poignant reminder of the purity that surrounded parenthood.

Jungkook entered with an emotionless countenance, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere that enveloped Ha-rin and Taehyung. His eyes, once expressive and warm, now held a distant gaze that hinted at the internal struggles he grappled with.