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He stood before his children, the weight of his words heavier than the title he carried.
"I... have a girlfriend."
His voice was steady, yet the bead of sweat tracing down his forehead and the restless tapping of his toes betrayed his calm demeanor.
His children stared back, expressions unreadable.
"And?" one of his daughters asked, her face as inscrutable as ever.
He swallowed hard, feeling an unfamiliar nervousness settle in his chest.
It had been years since he, a feared Mafia boss, had stuttered, yet here he was, fumbling over simple words.
"And... we're going to get m-married."
The shock of his own stammer left him momentarily speechless, a rare occurrence that made him question everything.
But what he didn't know was that his children were silently laughing at his discomfort, their amusement carefully hidden behind straight faces.
"Well, do you guys a-accept it?"
They exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them, before nodding in unison.
"Yes, we do."
He blinked, taken aback. "Look, it's okay if you- wait, what?"
Finally, they couldn't hold it in any longer.
Laughter erupted, filling the room with warmth.
The eldest daughter spoke up, her voice laced 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 glared at them, silencing them with a mock-serious look.
"Now, let's go eat something. I'm hungry, Appa!" the youngest whined, breaking the tension with her sweet, innocent plea.
The others chuckled, the mood lifting 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 despite their dangerous lifestyle.
Even in the shadows of the Mafia, their jolly spirit remained untouched.
As they sat down for dinner, one of the boys looked up at his father with curiosity.
"Appa, are we getting stepsiblings too?"
Their father nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, kiddos. You're going to have two stepsisters."
"More girls? Woohoo!" The youngest girl cheered, her excitement infectious, spreading smiles around the table.
"Lisa, you seem very excited," her elder brother observed, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Lisa nodded enthusiastically.
"Of course! There are seven boys and only four girls. We usually go with what the boys want because they outnumber us. But with more girls, we might finally have a chance!"
"Wah! Looks like she planned everything," the youngest boy said in disbelief, earning a playful nudge from Lisa.
"Of course I did, little Jungkookie."
"Tsk, I'm older than you," he grumbled.
"One minute!!" "But I am!!"
Their bickering began anew, a familiar scene that had everyone shaking their heads in amusement.
"Okay, kids, relax," their father interjected, his voice calm but firm.
"Don't you want to meet your stepsisters?"
The room fell silent at once, all eyes turning to their father, eager to hear more.
"How?"
"When?"
"Where?"
The youngest ones peppered him with questions until their eldest sister, Jisso, spoke up, her voice commanding attention.
"Let him speak."
They all fell silent, and their father nodded gratefully before continuing.
"I'm going to transfer you all to their school so you can meet them there first. And here-" he pulled out his phone, tapping the screen a few times before showing them a picture. "-this is what they look like."
The phone passed around the table, everyone peeking at the two images displayed.
The first photo showed a girl with a sharp, elegant face framed by a bob haircut that reached her collarbone.
Her (e/c) cat-like eyes, small nose, and alluring lips combined to create an aura of quiet strength.
Her hair, sleek and straight, added to her striking appearance, as he white coloured hair glowed.
The second photo revealed a girl who looked as soft as a doll.
Her big, crystal blue Bambi eyes, small nose, and full, plump lips gave her an endearing, almost ethereal quality.
But despite her cute features, the dark feminine aesthetic she sported hinted at something deeper.
Her lower hip-length snow white hair framed her oval, slightly chubby cheeks perfectly.
"The short-haired one is Yn," their father explained as the phone made its way back to him.
"And who's that cute little baby?" Rosé asked, her voice filled with awe.
"Elyisa. She's three months younger than Jungkookie and Lisa."
"Wah, finally someone younger than us!" Lisa exclaimed, high-fiving her twin beside her.
"And Yn is two months older than Namjoon," their father continued, the names rolling off his tongue easily.
"I don't know much about them, only that they go to Seoul High School ."
"That means we'll meet them first, right, Appa?!" Rosé's excitement was palpable, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Their father nodded, smiling at their eager faces. "And you'll start at their school the day after tomorrow."
Excitement buzzed around the table as they continued their dinner, each child lost in their thoughts about meeting their new stepsisters.
The Kim family was ready and eager to meet the girls who would soon become part of their lives. Their acceptance of this new chapter was a sweet surprise, but they were yet to discover the personalities of the sisters they were so keen to meet.
