"I hate you..who are you to order me"
"Your husband" After k!ddn@pping and marrying him he replied.
In the world of the Mafia, it's like a game of chess where only one king can survive.
"Only me or you.. and it will be me"
Game just started..
Lov...
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YOONGI'S POV
I broke down into more tears. "My baby... My child..." In this world, no way Jimin can ever think about someone except me. My trust in him is way bigger than anything. "He is mine... my child... my Jiyoon."
My tears were flowing non-stop; I wasn't in a state to think of anything else. 'How could this happen? The doctor told us we lost the baby, then how?' The only question was roaming in my head.
I saw he was hugging that officer, with his tiny hand wrapping around his neck. My son... my child... my Jiyoon.
'Why couldn't I recognize him before?' 'I understood why I was feeling like I know him... he is a part of me... now I realized he is a replica of me. Why couldn't I recognize?'
I was crying on mute. Why were you not with me, Jiyoon? I missed everything... I missed everything. What was my fault, but still, it was my fault.
I was looking at the floor. 'How miserable I'm looking.' I laughed with tears, looking at my own reflection on the stile.
I was crying when I felt two small hands cupping my face. I raised my face just to look at him, Jiyoon, my son.
"Uncle, why are you crying?" He asked. I couldn't control myself. I was crying more now, I was crying making sound. 'I'm not uncle, baby, I'm dad.' I held his tiny hands, putting my head on his hands.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything... I'm sorry for not being with you," I was crying, I was sobbing, and he was confused as hell.
"Uncle, are you hurt somewhere?" He asked.
"Why are you crying? Tell me. Are you hurt like papa?" He asked me, as years rolled by, refusing to halt.
"I-I am s-sorry," I stuttered through tears.
"I heard mafia never cry, then why are you crying, huh?" I embraced him tightly, holding him close in my arms.
"You are mine," I whispered as I clung to him, fearing someone might snatch him away.
"I can't breathe... I'm not going anywhere," he giggled.
My love, I'm sorry, sorry for everything. I missed it all - his first words, his first steps, his first day of school. Today, I realized I was born unlucky.
After 15 minutes, I loosened my grip, feeling a bit calmer. He stood up straight, then kissed my forehead.
"Did you miss me?" I asked, holding his hands.
"I missed you... I missed you, Jiyoon," I said with tears in my eyes. Finally, I glanced around and saw Mr. Lee observing us in confusion, Tae looking at me with tear-filled eyes as if he knew about Jiyoon.
"Uncle, you know my papa is sick," he said, looking down. 'It's my fault.'
When he called me Uncle, it pained me. I remembered when he grew sad while talking about his dad. Baby, did you miss me?
