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EPILOGUE

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"Could you kindly provide me with the latest updates on Paris Fashion Week?” Yn requested over the phone.

No sooner had she ended the call than the phone rang again. “Yes?” She responded to the incoming call.

“Madam, a man named Jeon Jungk is here to see you.”

“Please,  him in,” Yn instructed, cutting the call short.

“Dada,” whimpered little Eleanor, just eleven months old, from her crib.

“Oh Ellie, not again. Uncle Jungkook is here, not Dada,” Yn explained, her attention divided between her daughter and the documents in front of her.

“Dada,” Ellie repeated, her small form bouncing in her crib, which was conveniently placed near Yn’s desk.

“Can’t Mommy get some work done?” Yn sighed, leaning towards the crib.

Ellie pouted at her, babbling incoherently.

“Good day, Princess Ellie!” Jungkook announced his arrival, bursting through the door with a bouquet of teddy bears.

“You and your boss are spoiling my girl rotten,” Yn remarked, eyeing the teddy bears.

“But she’s our little princess, isn’t she?” Jungkook cooed, lifting Ellie from her crib. Her giggles filled the room as she caught sight of the teddy bears.

Jungkook spun her around, holding her high in his arms. Ellie squealed with delight.

Yn watched them, a smile playing on her lips. “Don’t you have work today?” She asked, settling back into her chair.

“I had a light schedule, so I took a break,” Jungkook replied, still entertaining Ellie.

“Are you okay with bringing Ellie to work?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Absolutely, I can balance my work and her,” Yn assured him with a chuckle.

“Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook inquired further.

“He’s at the warehouse picking up some materials. He should be back soon,” Yn replied, glancing at the clock.

“Dada,” Ellie muttered again, her gaze fixed on a Superman toy, her expression one of annoyance.

Jungkook turned to her, “Oh Ellie, this isn’t Dada,” he chuckled, taking the Superman toy from her.

“Her Dada taught her that,” Yn explained with a soft chuckle. Jungkook looked at Yn.

“Taehyung always shows her the Superman toy and tells her it’s Dada. That’s why,” Yn elaborated.

“Wow, he hasn’t changed a bit,” Jungkook laughed in disbelief.

“Dada, Dada,” Ellie began to cry, her little face scrunching up in anger.

“Oh, sweetheart, why are you crying? Come on,” Jungkook tried to soothe her, attempting to pick her up.

“It’s her usual routine. When she wants to see him, she starts saying ‘Dada, Dada.’ She’s such a Daddy’s girl,” Yn explained, a hint of annoyance in her voice, but a smile on her face as she watched her daughter cry for him.

“Aw, don’t cry, we’ll see Dada later,” Jungkook tried to calm her down by bouncing her a little. “Dada, Dada, Dada!” Ellie continued, throwing a tantrum.

“That’s not going to work, Jungkook,” Yn sighed, rising from her chair and walking towards them.

“Huh?” Jungkook looked at her, confused as she picked up her car keys.