Mr. Kim's World | (TaeKook) ✔️

Epilogue: 1

"Not one word, not one gesture of yours, shall I, could I, ever forget." Leo Tolstoy

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"Don't jump too much, my love," I coo at my one year old baby. I just gave her a bath, she was very happy and now she's been jumping nonstop as I try to put on clothes.

"Dada," she keeps repeating. Her first word was 'dada', and I couldn't be more proud, considering the fact that Taehyung was the one who was with her the most. She occasionally calls 'Papa' as well, but 'Dada' is always on her mouth.

My daughter is one and a half months now, and each day, she glows more than yesterday. She's a fast learner, I see. She started to stand on her own when she was nine months old, and now, she can walk on her own. Certainly, as she's been growing, she's become naughty as well, which has made Taehyung and I alert all the time.

As per mine and his relationship, I'm over the moon to say that we've been with each other for an entire year now. I'm grateful that I decided to give our bond a chance because Taehyung succeeded in becoming the partner I have always wanted. He's become my rock. He is so cautious about me and my need, always making time for me.

After dating for four months, I finally decided to move in with him. Dad was somewhat skeptical about my decision, but I assured him that I would be fine with Taehyung. Thankfully, I wasn't disappointed due to feeling like being in home with Taehyung and Taewon by my side.

I'm much happier than before.

I'm a stay at home dad, taking care of the entire house and Taewon while he works to provide for us. I don't mind this arrangement due to the fact that I'm still not really comfortable around people. Once, Taehyung took me in a small party, but seeing lots of unknown faces brought me an immense amount of uncomfortable feeling that I found myself in the bathroom, weeping.

Because of that, Taehyung and I had to leave early. I felt awful even though Taehyung kept reassuring that I did nothing wrong. I came to the realization that what happened to me in the past, I still have PTSD. I find it hard to come in contact with new people. Therefore, I only surround myself with the people I love and cherish. I used to go out only with someone familiar; my parents, my friends, or Taehyung and Taewon. But now, I occasionally go out alone with Taewon to the nearby children park when the place is less crowded. I'm happy to say I've made progress.

"Have a sweet dream, baby." I place my daughter in her cradle. She's sleeping like an angel.

"Dada," she murmurs subconsciously in her sleep. I pout. Taehyung has been very busy lately, for which he hasn't been able to be with Taewon for several days. She must miss him a lot, and I know that Taehyung misses her too because when he returns, he always asks if Taewon is awake.

I sigh, putting an end to my thought. I go downstairs to clean my kitchen. Moreover, I'm hungry but I don't want to eat alone. I should call him. I take my phone and diall his number. I wait, but he doesn't pick up. He might still be busy with work.

I put the phone on the dining table and sat on the chair, thinking about him. Our relationship is blossoming, and we have a great understanding of ourselves. We communicate very well. Furthermore, he always surprises me every week with lots of gifts. Last month, he surprised me by turning the room next to his study room into a small art studio. Since then, I've spent lots of time there, creating handicrafts to decorate my daughter's room.

My lips curl up as I recall the memories. I love how my life is now.

"Mr. Jeon."

I flinch back to reality when I hear Taehyung's raspy voice. I turn at the main door's direction and see him standing there, smiling adoringly. I missed him.