Forbidden Step-Love🔞 | KTH

Epilogue

The gentle morning light bathed the balcony in a warm glow as you and Taehyung sat nestled together, hands intertwined. Ji-woo, oblivious to the tender moment unfolding beside her, was engrossed in building a fantastical tower of colorful blocks. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you watched your daughter, a perfect blend of your features and Taehyung's, her dark hair catching the sunlight like a raven's wing.

"Five years," you murmured, leaning your head against Taehyung's shoulder. "Who would have thought, back in Seoul, that we'd be here, a family, living proof that love can conquer anything?"

Taehyung chuckled, a low rumble that sent a familiar warmth through you. "It wasn't easy," he admitted.

A ghost of a smile touched your lips. You remembered those stolen moments, the thrill of defiance mixed with the ever-present worry. You remembered your mother, her silent support a constant comfort even amidst the disapproval of others.

"Mom would have loved Ji-woo," you whispered, a bittersweet pang tugging at your heart. "She always saw the good in you, even when others couldn't."

Taehyung squeezed your hand gently. "She was an amazing woman," he agreed, his voice filled with respect. "And she gave me the greatest gift - you."

You turned towards him, your gaze meeting his. A million unspoken words hung in the air, a testament to the complex history you shared. For a fleeting moment, the playful banter and domesticity of your life together seemed to fade, replaced by the intensity of your forbidden past, a past where you were not just lovers, but a daughter defying the boundaries of societal norms.

A mischievous glint sparked in your eyes. "Speaking of gifts," you began, your voice a low purr, "remember when you used to scold me for calling you 'Dad'?"

Taehyung's cheeks flushed a faint pink. "Hey, I was just trying to maintain some semblance of authority!" he protested, though the lack of conviction in his voice betrayed him.

You laughed, a soft melody that danced on the morning breeze. "Somehow, 'Taehyung' never seemed to have the same effect."

Before he could retort, you leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe I should call you 'Dad' now," you teased, your voice laced with a playful challenge.

The playful glint in your eyes turned to a flicker of heat as Taehyung's gaze darkened. He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

"Careful, Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky. "You wouldn't want Ji-woo to see what happens when you call me 'Dad.'"

In a swift movement, he pulled you onto his lap, the balcony chair groaning under your combined weight. His lips met yours in a kiss that was anything but paternal. It was a kiss filled with a raw hunger, a reminder of the passionate connection that transcended the labels of past and present.

Ji-woo's giggle, a sweet interruption, broke the kiss. You pulled away, breathless and slightly flushed, a playful smile gracing your lips.

"Looks like playtime's over," you teased, though your voice held a hint of disappointment.

Taehyung chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Maybe later, Mrs. Kim," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He nuzzled your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You swatted him playfully, a smile blooming on your face. Looking out at the bustling city below, you knew your love story wasn't a conventional one. It was a story woven from defiance, acceptance, and a love that had defied all odds.

And as you sat there, bathed in the morning sun, with your family nestled beside you, you wouldn't have it any other way. You had built your happily ever after, brick by brick, on a foundation of unshakeable love, a love story whispered in stolen glances, forbidden touches, and a single defiant word - "Dad."