Night draped the world in a blanket of deep silence. A cool breeze wandered through the trees, making the emerald leaves rustle in a soft, soothing melody.

Above, the full moon hung high in the velvet-black sky, its silver light cascading over the towering, high-security Kim mansion.

The marble walls shimmered under the moonlight, while the iron gates and surrounding gardens glowed with an almost ethereal beauty.

Shadows danced beneath the swaying branches, and every gentle gust carried the fresh scent of earth and blooming flowers.

The entire estate stood majestic and untouchable, bathed in the moon's pale glow....peaceful on the outside, yet hiding countless secrets behind its grand walls.

The luxurious mansion rested in near-perfect silence. Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand halls in a warm golden glow, their light reflecting off the flawlessly polished white marble floors until they gleamed like mirrors.

Elegant furniture, crafted from the finest wood and upholstered in rich fabrics, stood gracefully beneath the soft lighting, adding to the mansion's timeless grandeur.

The silence was so profound that even the faintest sound echoed through the vast estate.Tap... Tap... Tap.

The tiny...Chubby...Soft barefoot footsteps of a little child padded across the cool marble floor, their soft rhythm bouncing through the endless corridors.

Then came another sound. Soft... Sweet... Pure.

The adorable giggles of a child filled the mansion, chasing away the stillness like sunshine breaking through clouds.

A four-year-old little boy dashed happily through the grand corridors, his tiny legs carrying him as fast as they could.

His round...rosy...chubby...cheeks bounced with every step, glowing with excitement. His Dark...Innocent...Doe eyes sparkled with endless curiosity, while his soft curls danced across his forehead.

A Bright...Toothy smile stretched across his chubby face as cheerful laughter spilled from his lips, filling every corner of the magnificent mansion with warmth and life.

As the little boy runs, the bright moonlight beams follow his every move through the glass panels, trailing behind him like a loyal shadow.

The silver light wraps around his small frame, creating a magnified, almost magical aura around the baby boy as he lights up the silent house with his happiness.

Close behind him, his grandmother follows with a plate of food in her hands, filled with a warm...healthy...nutritional meal meant for the energetic little boy.

She hold a one bite of food in her soft hand as run behind little ball of energy. Her breath slightly heavy as she says to her cute grandson.

"My little prince... just one bite.”

“ No... Halmeoni (Grandmother).”

But the he only giggled louder and ran even faster, his tiny bare feet pattering across the gleaming marble floor.

It wasn't because he disliked the food. It wasn't because he hated vegetables. And it certainly wasn't because he loved throwing tantrums. No.

The little boy simply had one stubborn rule. He would only eat with his mommy and daddy.

Every meal, he waited for them. Every bite, he wanted to share with them. Every taste, he wanted to feel with them. His parents.

His tiny heart couldn't understand why they weren't home, but he believed that if he waited just a little longer, they would walk through the mansion doors and sit beside him like always.

So he stubbornly shook his head, crossing his tiny arms over his chest with an adorable pout.

“ No food... First Dadda and Mumma.”

Just then, the heavy mahogany double doors slowly creak open. The soft sound draws the little boy's and his grandmother's attention toward the entrance. Both turn their heads at once, their eyes fixed on the doorway, waiting to see who has arrived.

The Heavy...firm...and ...unmistakably familiar footsteps echo through the hallway as the person steps inside. Each measured stride breaks the silence, their presence announcing itself long before they come fully into view.

Taehyung walk in and standing there. He is dressed in a crisp, expensive charcoal-grey tailored suit, though his tie is slightly loosened at the collar and his matching blazer rests draped over one arm, signaling the end of a long, grueling day of commanding boardrooms.

His white dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his thick, veins-lined forearms. His dark hair was slightly tousled from the evening breeze.

Initially, his face is etched with deep exhaustion, his sharp jawline tight with stress and his dark eyes looking tired from the weight of his endless responsibilities.

He didn't say a word. He just stared at her, his dark eyes scanning the scene in front him. He immediately understand that what is happening. Because it's looking very common. Like very much common.

In an instant...The little boy's face lit up.

A Bright...Pure... Happy Boxy smile bloomed across his chubby face...the exact same heartwarming smile his father carried.

“ Dadda.”

And then without a second thought, his little bare feet racing across the polished marble floor with all his energy.

Without slowing down, he crashed into his father's legs. Wrapping his tiny arms around them as tightly as he could, as if he never wanted to let go again.

He buried his face against him, hugging him with all the strength his little body possessed.

Taehyung expression change in lighting speed. The exhaustion...The stress...The weariness that had weighed heavily on Taehyung's face throughout the day...Vanished. Immediately. Like as if they had never existed.

The moment he felt those tiny arms wrapping tightly around his legs, a bright, wide boxy smile spread across his face. It wasn't the practiced smile the people saw in boardroom or in front of cameras

This one was different. Pure...Genuine...Unfiltered. The kind of smile that belonged only to his son.

Taehyung looked down at his son, and the weariness on his face melted away. A gentle smile curved onto his lips as he affectionately ran his fingers through his son's soft hair before bending down to scoop him effortlessly into his arms.

He murmured, pressing a tender kiss against his son's forehead.

“ Tahir.”

Tahir giggled happily, immediately snuggling into his father's neck as though he had finally found the place where he belonged.

Still carrying him, Taehyung lifted his gaze toward his mother. She stood in the middle of the grand hallway, holding a plate of untouched dinner.

He didn't ask anything. He didn't scold. He didn't get angry. Nothing. Not at all.

Instead a knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. As his eyes drawn back his son. Who is clinging to him like his dear life depends on his father.

“ Did he again, Mom?”

His mother simply nodded her head. Walking towards both of them. Still holding plate with untouched food. She said softly.

“ He refused every single bite.”

“ Kept saying he'll only eat with his Mumma and Dadda.”

It had become an almost daily routine. No matter how hungry he was. No matter how delicious the meal.

Their precious little prince would never eat without his parents sitting beside him.

It wasn't stubbornness. It was simply the innocent, unconditional love of a child whose happiest moments up were the ones spent with his Mumma and Dadda.

“ He has inherited your stubbornness... Taehyung.”

Taehyung chuckle at his mother words. Though it's not wrong at all. Tahir has completely a clone of Taehyung.

From his boxy smile to his attitude. From his stubbornness to his softness. All is exactly same as Taehyung.

“ Mom... You go and rest.”

“ I'll handle...Our Little Tiger.”

“ Yeah... Now only you can do that.”

“ Best OF Luck...My Son.”

With Tahir safely nestled in his arms, Taehyung walked deeper into the mansion at an unhurried pace.

The polished marble floors reflected the warm glow of the crystal chandeliers as his steady footsteps echoed through the grand hall.

Tahir clung to his father like a tiny koala, his little arms wrapped securely around Taehyung's neck while his chubby cheek rested against his broad shoulder. Every now and then, he nuzzled closer, as if making sure his father was truly home and wouldn't disappear again.

Taehyung instinctively tightened his hold around his son, one large hand gently rubbing the little boy's back in slow, comforting circles.

“ Let's have good food...My Cham.”

As Taehyung continued walking while saying, he suddenly felt the little boy stir in his arms. Tahir slowly lifted his head from his father's shoulder.

His bright smile had disappeared. Instead, a tiny...slightly dull expression settled on his chubby face. His innocent brown eyes quietly searching his father's.

Taehyung noticed it immediately. His footsteps slowed. He knew that look. He knew exactly what his little prince was about to ask.

“ Mumma?”

“ Baby... You know that Your Mumma still is working .”

As Taehyung mention about his mother. Tahir eyes instantly sparkling with pride feeling. Before saying in his honey...sweet tone.

“ Because Mumma is Angel.”

Taehyung smile at his cute words. Even he is four years old. But he understand both of his parents. Especially his Mumma. YN.

Tahir knows his Mumma is doctor. He knows that she saves people lives. That's why he says his Mumma as Angel.

The nursery is wrapped in peaceful darkness, broken only by soft moonlight cascading through the velvet curtains and the warm glow of a dim golden lamp beside the little bed.

Tiny star and moon neon stickers on the ceiling glow faintly, casting a dreamy light across the room. The gentle blend of silver moonlight and golden warmth creates a cozy, magical atmosphere, perfect for a peaceful night's sleep.

A soft...sweet...honey-like voice fills the nursery as YN sits at the edge of the little bed. A storybook rests in one hand while the fingers of her other hand gently comb through Tahir's silky hair with endless tenderness.

Tahir's big, doe-like dark eyes remain fixed on his Mumma, listening to every word as if each one is a piece of magic. With every gentle page she turns and every soothing sentence she reads, his eyelids grow heavier until they slowly flutter shut.

Letting out a tiny sleepy sigh, he shifts his little body closer, snuggling into the warmth of his Mumma, finding the safest place in her comforting embrace.

YN's lips curve into a soft, affectionate smile. She gently closes the storybook and places it on the nightstand before turning her full attention back to Tahir.

With careful hands, she adjusts his tiny body into a comfortable position and pulls the duvet up around him, tucking it snugly beneath his little chin.

Her eyes linger on him, filled with quiet, tender motherhood. Sleeping peacefully with relaxed features and soft breaths, he looks utterly adorable—the most precious and beautiful child in her world.

Leaning down, she brushes a soft, sweet, lingering kiss against his forehead, silently wishing him the sweetest dreams.

“ Sleep Well...My Baby.”

She is about to turn and leave the nursery when she suddenly feels a strong... masculine...familiar presence behind her.

She doesn't need to look back. She doesn't need to ask who it is. She already knows the person behind her.

Only one person carries a presence so calm yet commanding, so familiar it feels like home. Her husband. The father of their son. Taehyung.

Taehyung steps beside her in comfortable silence. Slowly, he slips an arm around her waist, gently drawing her into the warmth of his broad, strong chest. The embrace is unhurried, familiar, and full of quiet reassurance.

YN melts into him without hesitation, resting her head against his chest. Beneath her cheek, she hears the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, calm and comforting.

For a long moment, neither of them speaks. Until YN decide to break in her low voice. Trying not to be loud and distrub Tahir's sleep.

“ Thank You...For taking care of him while I'm not there.”

“ He is My Son too... YN.”

The two of them stand quietly beside the little bed, their eyes fixed on Tahir as he sleeps peacefully.

His tiny chest rises and falls with every gentle breath, his face calm and innocent beneath the soft glow of the night lamp. A tender smile slowly spreads across both their faces.

Just then, Tahir stirs slightly, his little brows twitching before he softly mumbles in his sleep, his tiny voice barely above a whisper.

“ I Love You Mumma and Dadda.”

The sleepy confession instantly melts their hearts. YN and Taehyung exchange a fond glance before letting out quiet chuckles, careful not to wake him. Even in his dreams, his heart reaches for them, making the moment all the more precious.

Drawn by his sleepy confession, both of them quietly step closer to Tahir's bed. They lean down together, each pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his little forehead, their touches gentle enough not to disturb his peaceful sleep.

With hearts full of love. They whisper in unison, their voices barely louder than the night itself.

“ We Love You Too...Our Tiger.”

A tiny smile tugs at Tahir's lips in his sleep, as if somewhere in his dreams, he heard every word.

The master bedroom of the luxurious mansion glows beneath soft white ceiling lights, their warm brightness reflecting off polished marble floors and elegant furnishings.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the midnight air lies still and cold. There are no birds chirping, no leaves rustling, no distant sounds. Only complete and undisturbed silence.

That silence is broken only by the rhythmic tapping of laptop keys. The screen casts a cool glow, displaying graphs, business reports, emails, contracts, and stock market charts.

Taehyung sits comfortably on an expensive Italian leather couch, the laptop resting securely on his lap. His posture is relaxed yet focused as his fingers move effortlessly across the keyboard, his eyes scanning every detail on the screen with calm concentration.

Taehyung has discarded his tailored three-piece suit, trading it for comfortable nightwear. A simple T-shirt and sweatpants. The casual clothes fit him naturally. Hinting at his muscular build body without effort. Even dressed so simply, he carries an effortless charm that is hard to ignore.

Soft strands of hair fall over his forehead which slightly tousled from shower. While his sharp, focused eyes remain fixed on the laptop screen, reflecting quiet intelligence and unwavering concentration.

Taehyung was so absorbed in his work that he doesn't even hear the bathroom door of the elegant master suite quietly open.

His full attention remains fixed on the laptop, fingers moving steadily across the keyboard as emails and reports continue to fill the screen.

YN steps out after a quick, refreshing shower. She is dressed in a soft pink silk robe, the luxurious fabric flowing gracefully around her.

The delicate sheen catches the warm bedroom light, giving her an elegant, serene appearance. Simple yet refined, the robe which flawlessly hugs every single curve of her beautiful body. Complements her natural beauty, making her look effortlessly graceful.

Sitting before the vanity mirror, YN slowly massages body lotion into her skin, the soft fragrance blending with the fresh scent from her shower. As her hands pause, her gaze drifts to Taehyung.

For a few long seconds, she simply watches him. Without blinking. Without moving. Without saying a word. Completely absorbed in admiring the man she loves.

Then she glances at the clock. Nearly ten minutes have passed since she came out of the bathroom, yet he hasn't looked up from his laptop even once. Not a single glance. She pouts ever so slightly.

A moment later, a mischievous sparkle flickers in her eyes. The corners of her lips curl into a playful smile as a harmless little idea suddenly pops into her mind.

She picks up the body lotion bottle once again, pouring a small amount of the smooth, white liquid into her palm. She begins slowly rubbing her hands together, warming the cream between her palms with a quiet, deliberate grace.

“ I think... someone has forgotten that he also has a beautiful wife beside his corporate empire.”

As soon as Taehyung's ears register her words, his fingers stilled over the keyboard. He immediately looks up from his laptop. Completely breaking his focus on his work. He locks his dark eyes instantly on her.

His gaze turns deep and dark the exact moment he sees her standing as her one leg is on chair and one touching on shining marble floor. Due which the hem of her soft pink silk night robe, rid up slightly giving prefect view of mid thighs.

He watches, completely transfixed, as she applies the lotion to her skin with slow, mesmerizing yet seducing motions.

YN slowly...very slowly, runs her hands up her long, slender legs, her gentle touch making him go absolutely insane with her every move.

Taehyung, without any second thought, closes his laptop with a sharp, unnecessarily loud sound that breaks the silence of the room.

He crosses the distance between them in three long, powerful strides, suddenly standing exactly in front of her.

Before she can even react, he immediately pulls her flush against his hard, muscular chest. A sudden gasp escapes Y/N's sweet mouth from the impact, her hands automatically coming up to rest against his chest to steady herself.

Taehyung, in one fluid motion, picks her up effortlessly in his arms and walks over to the king-size bed.

He gently lays her down onto the soft sheets, immediately hovering above her while carefully placing his weight on his elbows so he doesn't crush her.

Y/N’s eyes widen instantly, her heart racing like a marathon under his intense gaze. All of the playful, teasing behavior she had displayed just a few minutes ago is completely gone, replaced by a sudden, breathless anticipation.

“ So My Sweet Little Wifey is asking My attention.”

With this, he crashes his lips onto her rosy lips. Both of their lips move with intense passion, deep desire, and overwhelming love. The kiss is not gentle; instead, it is entirely hungry and messy, their tongues fighting with each other as they desperately explore the taste of each other's mouths.

Taehyung breaks the kiss only to travel down to her jaw, trailing his lips lower to where her shoulder meets her neck, planting soft, deep kisses that leave dark purple marks against her skin.

Slowly, his hand moves to the knot of her pink silk robe, pulling it with an aggressive tug and letting it loosen over her body, completely exposing her smooth skin to his hungry gaze.

He leans down to kiss her collarbone, his fingers moving to pinch her pink nipples, making them harden instantly under his touch. In one swift movement, he unclips her lace bra, completely freeing her full breasts to his sight.

Slowly, he moves lower, capturing one of her full breasts in his mouth and sucking hard, drawing a sweet, breathless moan from Y/N's mouth as her back arches off the bed.

Taehyung’s hands explore every single inch of her body, caressing her with an intensity that feels as if he is memorizing every line of her skin.

His hand then moves lower, sliding between her inner thighs, only to find her panties already completely soaked.

Taehyung lets out a deep, heavy groan at this point, the rough sound vibrating directly against her heated skin.

“ Fuck... You're so ready for me.”

“ Taehyung... Please.”

The last thread of his control snaps completely. Without a moment's hesitation, he removes his own clothes, leaving himself completely naked in front of her.

He crawls back onto the bed, settling himself directly between her legs and parting them wide open for him. His hand hooks into the waistband of her matching lace panties, tugging them down past her legs slowly, all while maintaining unblinking, intense eye contact with her.

He positions himself at her already dripping core, aligning himself perfectly. He leans down close to her, his breath hot against her face.

In one powerful, deliberate thrust, he buries himself completely inside her core. Y/N cries out with a loud, high-pitched moan at the sudden fullness stretching her open. Taehyung freezes instantly, his jaw tightening as her tight walls wrap around him like a vise.

“ Fuck... Wifey you're so tight.”

“ Even after so many years, its still feels for first time, YN.”

Taehyung slowly begins to move inside her, pulling out completely before thrusting deep back into her warmth. He moves with perfect control, his pace shifting into a fast, powerful rhythm that echoes loudly in the quiet bedroom.

Every thrust is deep and deliberate, driving them both insane as he sets a relentless speed that leaves them both breathless.

“ I missed you Taehyung.”

“ I missed you too YN.”

Y/N reaches her absolute peak as an overwhelming wave of pleasure builds up rapidly inside her, her tight walls gripping tightly around Taehyung’s massive length in desperate, rhythmic spasms. Sensing her release, he immediately increases his speed, driving into her with a frantic, relentless power.

The intense friction and gripping pressure shatter the last of his restraint, sending them both crashing over the edge. With a loud, breathless cry from Y/N and a deep, guttural groan from Taehyung, they release together, their bodies trembling violently as their shared orgasms wash over them in powerful, pulsing waves.

Slowly Taehyung pulled himself out. And lay beside her. Pulling her into his chest. His strong arms wrap around her small waist.

Her cheeks press to his bare chest. Where his heart beat steadily. He place soft kiss on her forehead.

“ I Love You BIWI Jii ( Wifey ).”

“ I Love You Too Taehyung Jii.”

It's being Five years of their relationship.Five years of understanding eachother. Five years choosing eachother. Five years learning about eachother. Five years from strangers to become forever.

Sometime a stranger becomes important person of our life. The best example is Our Taehyung and YN.

Both are bound by destiny. They were meant to be together forever. They're made for each other.

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