What happens when the dangerous Mafia does not want your money but something else in return? Are you ready to freeze at his cold stare and burn with the intensity of his closeness?
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"Why? I did my part of job, now you are to do the same." He husk...
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[Dedicated to all the mothers that fought and loved.]
"You look like my Mommy, did you know that?" She asked with a huge grin on her face, "And...this might make you sad but my mom was a bit more beautiful." She spoke reluctantly and widened her doe eyes when she saw a tear roll down your cheek.
"You should seriously teach her some manners, she is uncouth!" Namjoon whispered, Jungkook bit his lips, telling himself cursing a child is not good.
"Oh no! I am so sorry! I didn't mean it! I was just joking don't cry. You are- you are pretty too alright?" Rose asked in a panic, coming forward to wipe your tears. "Look I have got you a present!" She tries to light up your mood while grinning at you and pulling out a paper frog from her pocket.
"It took me three hours to make! Dad helped me at first but he- erm what he made clearly looked like a crocodile without a tail..so I re-made it and it's kind of messy but um when you keep it here like this and tap his bum, he jumps!" She chimed, giggling after seeing the frog jump, "Do you like it?" She asked with her big eyes shining in anticipation.
Jungkook let out a scowl at her words, "Clearly not a crocodile, I thought it looked like a rabbit!"
You slowly nodded at her, "Really?" Her smile only widened, and you felt your heart exploding with her cuteness. "Yes. I really like it." You spoke softly, she shyly looked at her paper frog again, "Then why don't you smile?" She suddenly asked, catching you off-guard, "Ohhh I get it, you are sad right." She pouted, plopping herself beside you.
"I know it hurts, to see people die." She spoke lowly, her voice sounding so tender you had to distract yourself to focus on her words.
"My princess." Jungkook almost sobs, making his way to reach his daughter but Namjoon deftly holds him back, "Let them talk Jungkook." The latter sighs sadly, watching you both sit there comfortably.
"I lost my granny when I was just three, I didn't even know how to talk properly at that time." You kept staring at her little figure and nuanced features, how she tugged her little fingers under her chin and pouted with her pinky lips forming the cutest pout of the century. Her baby hair covered her forehead slightly, her big luminous eyes staring at nowhere.
"Then my Mom when I was four, I really really really miss her, but then she wouldn't want to see me crying all the time.." Jungkook slammed his hand onto his mouth, "Rose.." he again tried to barge in but Namjoon did not let him, "For fuck's sake Jungkook.." he muttered feeling difficult to hold him back.
"Nor does your mother, mothers always wish the best for their children, isn't it? Oh by the way! Can I feel your baby?" She exuberantly jumped, her smile coming back on her face.
"You can." You blurted out, and she hastily but gingerly placed her hand on your stomach, "Why don't I feel anything? Is he gone somewhere?" She asks with a deep frown, "I think he is sleeping." You replied, watching her sulking, "It's okay little one, sleep tight."
