Boldly Curved

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As the months passed, kook’s life transformed in ways he had never expected. It started with subtle changes — the fatigue, the odd cravings, the strange bouts of nausea. He brushed it off at first, but Tae, ever-attentive, had noticed.

One evening, after kook had curled up on the couch, Tae sat beside him with a gentle but knowing look in his eyes. "Princess," he began, his voice soft, "I think it’s time we visit the doctor."

kook shot him a confused glance. "What for? I’m fine, just a little tired."

Tae chuckled, wrapping an arm around kook’s waist. "Tired? You've been falling asleep halfway through our nights together, and you’ve been craving some pretty strange things." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to kook’s temple. "I think you might be pregnant."

kook’s eyes widened in disbelief. "That’s not possible…" But even as he said it, a part of him felt something shift — a deeper realization that maybe, just maybe, Tae was right.

They visited the doctor the next day, and the confirmation hit kook harder than anything in his life. He was pregnant. The once-terrifying mafia king, the cold and powerful CEO, was carrying life — *their* life. Tae was elated, spinning kook around in joy when they got the news. He peppered kook with kisses, telling him how perfect this was, how happy he was that they were going to be parents.

As the months passed, kook’s body changed, growing softer, fuller. His once hard and sharp edges gave way to something gentler, and though the weight of his growing belly often left him frustrated, Tae’s endless affection and love never wavered. He pampered kook at every turn, rubbing his swollen feet, kissing his belly, whispering sweet nothings to their growing pup inside.

"How’s my princess today?" Tae would ask every morning, gently running his hand over kook’s belly, feeling the soft movements beneath. kook would grumble in response, but his eyes always held a softness that spoke louder than words.

Then, one beautiful evening, as the sun dipped low in the sky, their pup decided to make an appearance. kook, though strong in every aspect of life, had never felt so vulnerable. Tae was by his side the entire time, holding his hand, whispering words of encouragement as kook brought their child into the world.

The moment their baby — a beautiful, wide-eyed little girl — let out her first cry, kook felt a wave of love so intense it brought tears to his eyes. Tae, overwhelmed with emotion, held both kook and their newborn close, whispering, "We did it, princess. She’s perfect, just like you."

They named her Bee, and from the moment she entered their lives, she became the center of their world. Tae took to fatherhood with a tenderness kook had always known he possessed, holding Bee close, singing softly to her as she slept. And though kook still held his cold exterior with the world, around Tae and their little pup, he was softer than ever.

In afternoon, when Bee was a minutes old, Robert and Marie visited. They had been overjoyed when they heard the news, knowing that kook, their stoic son, had finally found his happiness. When they arrived, Marie immediately scooped Bee into her arms, tears of joy filling her eyes.

"My sweet grandbaby," she cooed, rocking Bee gently. "She’s perfect."

Robert, always the quieter one, placed a hand on kook’s shoulder. "You’ve done well, son," he said quietly, his eyes filled with pride. "She’s beautiful."

kook, sitting beside Tae with his arm wrapped around his waist, felt a rare smile tug at his lips. "She is, isn’t she?"

Marie, after doting on Bee for a while, finally looked at Tae and kook. "You two make such a wonderful family," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "We couldn’t be prouder of you both."

Tae, beaming, leaned in and kissed kook’s cheek. "I couldn’t have asked for a better princess to build a family with," he whispered, his voice thick with love.

kook blushed but didn’t pull away, instead resting his head against Tae’s shoulder. "And I couldn’t have asked for a better… husband," he admitted quietly, the word still feeling new on his tongue but right in every way.

Their little family, though unconventional in the eyes of others, was perfect to them. In that moment, as they sat together, Bee nestled in her grandmother’s arms, kook realized that this was everything he never knew he wanted — love, family, warmth.

The once cold and distant mafia king had found his home, not in a mansion or a penthouse, but in the arms of the man he loved and the family they had built together.

As the evening sun cast a golden glow over the room, Tae gently pulled kook closer, their hands intertwined as they watched Bee drift off to sleep. "I love you," Tae whispered softly, his lips brushing kook’s ear.

kook closed his eyes, leaning into the warmth of Tae’s embrace. "I love you too," he whispered back, his voice filled with the weight of every emotion he had ever felt for Tae.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a soft golden hue across the room, the evening settled into a peaceful calm. kook sat on the couch, cradling little Bee in his arms. Her tiny hand wrapped around his finger, her soft breaths steady and rhythmic as she slept, nestled against her mama’s chest. The warmth of her little body brought an overwhelming sense of serenity to kook, a feeling of completeness that washed over him like a gentle tide.

He looked down at his daughter, marveling at her innocence, her tiny features, and the way she seemed to have captured both his and Tae’s essence in the most perfect way. His heart swelled with love, a love that once felt so foreign to him but now consumed his every thought.

Tae, having been watching them both from the kitchen, approached silently. His eyes softened as he took in the sight before him—his strong, cold kook tenderly holding their child, his usually sharp demeanor softened by the overwhelming love he had for their little Bee.

"She looks so much like you, princess," Tae murmured, kneeling beside kook on the couch, his hand gently brushing against kook’s cheek. "So beautiful, so perfect."

kook smiled faintly, his eyes never leaving Bee. "She's a part of us," he whispered. "She's everything."

Tae leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to kook’s temple. "And so are you," he said, his voice low, filled with adoration. "You’re my everything."

kook tilted his head slightly, meeting Tae’s gaze, his heart skipping a beat. He had always been the one to hide behind walls of coldness and distance, but with Tae, he had found warmth. He had found a love that was unbreakable, undeniable, and now, with their daughter, it felt like everything had fallen into place.

Tae, unable to resist the tender moment, leaned in further, his lips finding kook’s in a gentle, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed or filled with urgency—it was a kiss that spoke of their journey, their love, and the life they had created together.

As they pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other’s, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. kook let out a soft sigh, his free hand reaching to rest on Tae’s cheek.

"I never thought I could feel this… happy," kook whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "With you, with Bee… this is everything I never knew I needed."

Tae smiled, brushing his lips lightly against kook’s once more. "You deserve this, princess. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Bee stirred lightly in kook’s arms, her tiny fingers flexing as she snuggled closer to him. kook’s heart melted at the sight, and he gently rocked her, soothing her back to sleep.

As the room filled with the soft sounds of Bee’s gentle breathing, Tae wrapped his arms around kook from behind, resting his chin on kook’s shoulder. They sat like that for a while, their little family wrapped in the quiet, loving moment.

kook kissed Bee’s forehead, his heart full as he whispered, "Our little pup."

Tae smiled against kook’s neck, kissing him once more. "Our family."

And in that perfect, peaceful moment, as the world outside continued to move, kook and Tae found their forever within each other’s arms, their little Bee cradled lovingly between them. Everything they had built—through trials, love, and unwavering devotion—had led them to this beautiful union, one that neither could have ever imagined.

Together, they had found home.