Epilogue

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It had been years since we got married.

And it had been four years since I upgraded my status to become a dad.

Undeniably, kids were fun little beings, I would give that. However, they were also the devil reincarnated when ticked off.

Or especially, when my child inherited his mother's fiesty genes.

"That's it, I'm giving up babysitting your son Jimin." Taehyung gritted his teeth, face smudged with colourful traces of sharpies.

Some of my colleagues who passed by did a double take at how ridiculous Taehyung looked, but they would quickly scramble off when they saw me holding my crying son. It was still working hour, so it was impossible for me to bring my son back to work now that my own friend had decided to give up on his job.

"But Tae, you're literally the only person I know who's willing to babysit him!" I pleaded him with my son still bawling loudly in my arms.

"Well, not anymore. Gamin may be only four years old, but I swear to the heavens that he's a little devil in disguise, Jimin." Taehyung showed me his arms with bruises then. "See this? These are results of your son throwing his toys at me when he's mad. Ask your maids at home, they'd know."

"Tae-"

"Nope. Sorry pal. You don't have to pay me for the week, just don't call me back to be his babysitter ever again."

I watched in defeat as the man turned to walk away, leaving me in distraught at the situation I was in. Adjusting the hold onto my son, I poked his cheek and cheered mentally when he paused his cry.

"Aren't you a little troublemaker?" I sighed out, glaring playfully at him when he returned me innocent puppy eyes. "Don't give me that look. I'm calling your eomma this instant."

Sitting outside the café, I placed my son on my lap with his bag of belongings next to me before fishing out my phone. I dialled Gaeul's number, praying for her to not be in some mission at the moment.

"Hello?" I exhaled in relief when she answered my call.

"Baby, Gamin is acting up again. Taehyung doesn't want to babysit him anymore." I whined while securing my hold onto my child when I felt him trying to run away from me.

"Again?" I heard her groan. "Where are you now?"

"My office lobby." I replied while shooting a warning glare at my son when he started to kick his short legs in protest.

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

While waiting outside the building, I let Gamin run around, my eyes never leaving his form. I jumped when I heard my name being called, but relaxed when I realized it was just my wife.

I gave her a smile before pecking her forehead as her lower face was shielded by a mask. "Thank you for saving the day again baby."

"Buy me red bean bun when you head home later then." Gaeul replied and approached our son who froze instantly at the sight of his mother.

A.k.a. the one and only person he feared.

"Eomma?" Gamin squeaked out before running towards me to hide behind my legs.

"Park Gamin, come here now." Gaeul pointed at the spot next to her, and our son shook his head fervently.

"I don't want to!"

"Gamin, you better go to your eomma before she scolds you again." I pushed his back gently with my hand, and he left me reluctantly to go towards his mother.

Gaeul held his little hand then, and I passed Gamin's bag to Jungkook who had been standing idly near us. My wife's right-hand man might be all muscular and a deadly shooter, but funnily enough, he was scared of my son.

He was still traumatized by the time when Gamin pulled on his hair roughly.

"Say goodbye to your appa, Gamin."

"Byebye, appa." Gamin pouted, his unoccupied hand waving sadly at my crouched form to meet his eyes.

"I'll see you at home later okay? Byebye." I pecked his cheek, and stood up again to direct my attention back to my wife. "See you later baby. Stay safe okay?"

Gaeul nodded with a grin behind her mask. "Of course I'll be safe. Have you forgotten who I am?"

"How can I?" I smiled, leaning towards her before whispering into her ear, my hand squeezing her waist.

"My wife is the sexiest mafia boss ever I've ever known of in my life."

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And that's the end!

I hope you liked this short story. This idea legit came out of nowhere and before I knew it, I finished the book lol

I live for soft Jimin lollol

I live for soft Jimin lollol

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