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You enter your room, lock the door, and turn on the small lights, which cast a dim glow over the entire space.

Running your fingers through your hair, you collapse onto your soft bed, rolling onto it before propping yourself up on your elbows. You rest your head comfortably on the pillow.

"God, I'm so tired," you mumble to yourself, sighing. "College was brutal today. I swear my professor's out to kill us."

Stretching out your hand, you grab your tablet and headphones from the nightstand. After plugging in the headphones, you insert one earbud into your ear.

You scroll through the app and open the web search. "I need to relax... completely," you whisper under your breath with a little smirk.

Your fingers type the name of your favorite website in the search bar-specifically, a porn website. "Let's see what Daddy's been up to today," you giggle softly.

Clicking on your favorite video, you begin to watch, completely immersed in the moment.

Moaning softly, you lose yourself in the video, savoring your alone time. "Mmm... fuck, this is exactly what I needed."

But just as you're getting comfortable, a sudden knock on the door interrupts you.

"Y/N, baby, come downstairs. We have guests," your mom calls out.

You jolt slightly, annoyed. "Ugh, seriously?" you groan, pausing the video. Mom, you always ruin my fun. Who could possibly be visiting right now?

Sighing, you respond louder this time, "Yeah, okay, Mom. I'm coming."

Adjusting your hair quickly in the mirror, you grumble, "Can't even have five minutes of peace."

You get up and head downstairs, dragging your feet with a mix of curiosity and irritation.

As you reach the living room, you frown slightly. Who is so important that they had to disturb my private time?

"Mom, who's here?" you ask, though you mumble the last part under your breath.

"Y/N, meet your Uncle Kim Taehyung," your mom announces, smiling as she gestures toward the man sitting across from her.

You turn to look at him-and your breath catches in your throat.

He's breathtaking. Handsome like a Greek god, exuding confidence and charm. Uncle? your mind protests. My foot! He's going to be my daddy, not my uncle. How does he even look this young?

Taehyung stands, offering a charming smile. "Wow... you've grown up, Y/N. Last time I saw you, you were in pigtails," he teases playfully.

You laugh nervously, the voice is lower than usual. "Well, I don't wear pigtails anymore."

Your mom chuckles. "She's in college now. Time flies, huh?"

"Y/N, sweetheart, he's your dad's friend-so, your Uncle Kim," your mom clarifies, completely unaware of your internal turmoil.

You glance at her, keeping a polite smile on your face while internally screaming, Ugh, Mom, please stop with this 'uncle' nonsense. Just wait and watch-he'll be my daddy soon enough.

You sit beside your mom on the couch, still stealing glances at Taehyung, who leans back casually, his gaze subtly flicking over you.

"Nice to meet you... again," he says in a deep, his tone low, smooth voice. The moment he speaks, a flutter of butterflies erupts in your stomach.