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He stood before his children, the weight of his words heavy— perhaps even heavier than the title he carried.
"I… have a girlfriend."
His voice was calm, but the bead of sweat slipping down his forehead and the nervous tapping of his foot betrayed him.
His children stared back, expressions unreadable.
"And?" one of his daughters asked, her face perfectly composed.
He swallowed, feeling an unfamiliar nervousness rise in his chest.
It had been years since he— a feared Mafia boss —had stammered, yet here he was, fumbling over simple words.
"And… we’re going to get m-married."
The shock of his own stutter left him momentarily speechless, a rare occurrence that made him feel oddly vulnerable.
But what he didn’t know was that his children were hiding their amusement, holding back smiles behind their straight faces.
"Well, do you guys… a-accept it?"
They exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them, then nodded in unison.
"Yes, we do."
He blinked, taken aback. "Look, it’s okay if you— wait, what?"
They couldn’t hold it in any longer. Laughter erupted, filling the room with warmth.
The eldest daughter spoke up, her voice gentle with affection.
"Yes, Dad, we accept it. Your happiness means everything to us."
Relief washed over him, and for a moment, he felt lighter than he had in years.
But as their laughter continued, he playfully narrowed his eyes, shooting them a mock-serious look.
"Alright, alright. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving!" The youngest whined, breaking the last bit of tension with her sweet, innocent plea.
Everyone chuckled as they made their way to the dining room.
The maids and bodyguards watched them with fond smiles, admiring the joy that thrived in this family— untouched by the shadows that surrounded them.
As they sat down for dinner, one of the boys looked up at his father, curiosity in his gaze.
"Appa, are we getting stepsiblings too?"
Their father nodded, a small smile forming.
"Yes, kiddos. You’re going to have two stepsisters."
"More girls? Yay!" The youngest girl cheered, her excitement spreading smiles around the table.
"Lisa, you seem really happy," her older brother commented, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Lisa nodded enthusiastically.
"Of course! There are seven boys and only four girls. We always end up doing what the boys want. But now, with more girls, we might finally get a say!"
"Wah! She’s already planning everything," the youngest boy said in disbelief, earning a playful nudge from Lisa.
"Of course I am, little Jungkookie."
"Tsk, I’m older than you," he grumbled.
"By one minute!"
"Still 'am!"
Their familiar bickering brought smiles all around, a scene everyone cherished.
"Alright, alright, relax," their father said, his voice calm but firm.
"Don’t you want to meet your stepsisters?"
Silence fell over them, and their attention shifted back to him, eager to hear more.
"How?"
"When?"
"Where?"
The youngest ones bombarded him with questions until their eldest sister, Jisso, spoke up, her voice carrying quiet authority.
"Let him speak."
They quieted, and their father nodded gratefully before continuing.
"I’m transferring you all to their school so you can meet them there first."
He pulled out his phone, tapping it a few times before showing them a picture.
"Here, this is them."
The phone passed around the table, each child leaning in to peek at the images.
The first photo showed a girl with a sharp, elegant face and a collarbone-length bob.
Her (e/c) cat-like eyes and straight, sleek white hair added to her aura of quiet strength.
The second photo revealed a girl with big, crystal blue eyes, a small nose, and plump lips.
She looked ethereal, with a hint of darkness in her style, and her snow-white hair framed her round cheeks perfectly.
"The short-haired one is Yn," their father explained.
"And who’s that cute little baby?" Rosé asked, her voice filled with awe.
"Elyisa. She’s three months younger than Jungkookie and Lisa."
"Finally, someone younger than us!" Jungkook exclaimed, high-fiving her twin.
"And Yn is two months older than Namjoon," their father added, the names rolling off his tongue easily.
"I don’t know much about them, except that they go to Seoul High School."
"So we’ll meet them first, right, Appa?!" Rosé’s excitement sparkled in her eyes.
Their father nodded, smiling at their eager faces. "You’ll start at their school the day after tomorrow."
Excitement buzzed around the table as they continued their dinner, each child lost in thought about meeting their new stepsisters.
The Kim family was ready to welcome this new chapter— filled with curiosity and anticipation about the two sisters who were about to become a part of their lives.
