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A few months later.
Life started to look ordinary again. Well, as ordinary as it could get in their world. The city slowly moved on from those terrorized nights and the gangs seemingly breathed easier after several rounds of peace meeting.
The kingpin of the syndicate, Park Jimin, just laid out one rule, even the minor violation of the rules, especially when it came to his family, would be met with iron fists and guns.
But it wasn't just Jimin's decree that kept the streets quiet. The government had stepped in, rattled by the scale of bloodshed that had unfolded under their watch. Senior government officials convened closed-door meetings with the syndicate heads, making it clear that another massacre of that scale wouldn't be tolerated.
The follow up meetings with the higher ups in the government forced other syndicates to pledge peace. It was fragile and delicate but it was there.
Their guns were stored in safes, bodyguards still hovered and every vehicle was converted into bullet resistant ones. Ari refused to go back to school and was now being homeschooled.
While Jimin wanted her to have a normal childhood, he also understood it was better this way. But fortunately, Hoseok remained close. Haeun became Ari's constant companion with her being shifted to home schooling as well.
They often set up playdates for the kids at each other's homes. Jimin owed his everything to Hoseok. Thanks to Jeongseon and the children, their friendship had gotten even tighter than before.
Jungkook was in therapy. Healing didn't happen overnight and they carried too many demons to be exorcised in a matter of days or weeks. But what mattered was that he was doing better.
It was one such afternoon. Jimin accompanied Ari and Jungkook to yet another playdate. Jimin sat with Hoseok in the living room, talking business over tea while Jungkook tailed Jeongseon, watching her taking care of her youngest two children with a puzzled look.
"Don't you get tired of this? They're so noisy," he asked her while she changed the new born's diapers. He was now four months old, somewhat bigger than Ari used to be at that age.
Jeongseon chuckled, glancing up at him. "When it comes to children, noisy means good. If they're silent, that's when you worry."
"That bad?" He frowned.
"My eldest tried to flush herself down the toilet and painted her brother's head with nail polish when I took a two-minute toilet break." She sighed.
"I prefer going guns blazing into a shitty warehouse."
She narrowed her eyes at his language but said nothing.
Jungkook wrinkled his nose as she lifted the baby's legs and wiped him clean. "That smell, though. How do you not gag?" He covered his nose with his sleeves. "What does he even eat?"
"I'm used to it. I have to get used to it."
Jungkook continued to watch her going through the familiar routine like a pro. "That stinks. If Irina had a grave, I'd send one of these to her every day."
Jeongseon burst into laughter, gagging a little before throwing the diaper away and grabbed a fresh one. "I'd happily supply you with these every day if that's the case."
The little one made some happy noise as if he understood the conversation, kicking up his legs. But just as she tried to suit him up, he opened the floodgates, taking aim and shooting at her.
His therapist right then looked like she could use one.
"I must say he's got excellent marksmanship. He even did a victory dance before shooting for your face."
"Better than him aiming for my mouth the last time." She rolled her eyes tiredly.
"Once again I would choose a gun fight over this," he stated.
"You can fight a room full of armed men without blinking, but this terrifies you?"
He huffed. "Who said I'm terrified? I just don't like them."
"But you love Ari."
"She's different."
Jeongseon chuckled, catching the faintest spark in his eyes, the kind of crooked humor that had been missing for weeks. She didn't press further, just finished buttoning up her son's onesie.
From outside, Ari's laugh rang out like a bell, followed by Haeun squealing something about hide-and-seek. Jungkook turned toward the sound, the corners of his mouth softening.
"See?" Jeongseon said gently, rocking her baby against her shoulder. "Children are messy, exhausting, terrifying... but they're also the reason you breathe a little easier. Even if you don't realize it yet."
Jungkook didn't answer right away. He stood there, sleeves still tugged up over his nose, but his chest rose a little deeper, as though he did understand. More than he could say.
From outside, Ari's giggles rang louder, followed by the sound of tiny feet thumping across the hallway. She darted into the room, cheeks flushed, bunny ears on her headband bouncing.
"Kookie!" she chirped, running straight to him and tugging his sleeve. "I want a baby brother too."
Jungkook blinked, caught mid-grimace with his sleeve still half covering his nose. "A what?" His eyes almost bulged.
"A baby brother," Ari repeated firmly, pointing at Jeongseon's newborn who was now happily babbling in her arms while she patted his back to burp him. "Haeun has two, Seoyun has one. Ari wants one too!"
"Ah, why are you asking me? Go ask your daddy."
"Because you're my mommy. Haeun said mommies give birth to babies."
Jeongseon seemingly choked on her saliva before doubling over with laughter while Jungkook's ears went red. "That's... that's not how this works, little legs."
What the hell.
"Yes, it is." She stomped her tiny foot, lips jutting into a pout. "You're my mommy, you should be able to do it."
Jeongseon's laughter intensified while Jungkook sputtered, horrified.
"I—what—I'm not your—" He looked around like the walls might rescue him. "That's impossible!"
Ari wasn't having it. She huffed, spun on her heel, and bolted out of the room. A second later, her shrill little voice echoed down the hallway. "Daddy! Daddy! Tell Kookie to give me a baby brother!"
This little menace.
Jungkook rushed out of the room.
Jimin's laughter was already audible before he even walked into the room, eyes glinting like mischief itself.
"A baby brother, huh?" he drawled, leaning against the doorframe, gaze fixed on Jungkook who looked ready to faint. "That can be arranged I guess. What do you think, Jungkook-ah?"
"Hyung," Jungkook groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Please tell her why it's impossible."
But Jimin only smirked, pulling Ari onto his lap. Hoseok's shoulders shook with laughter on the side.
"Jungkook-ah, she's asking so nicely. I think we should listen."
"Hyung!" Jungkook yelped, scandalized, while Ari clapped happily, convinced she'd won. "Little legs, don't listen to your daddy. He's just messing with you."
But she was in no mood to listen. She hopped off Jimin's lap, literally bouncing with each step already distracted by Haeun's call from the garden. Her tiny voice trailed away, "Kookie's gonna get me a baby brother!"
Jungkook gasped, glaring at her disappearing form before whiling around to glare at Jimin. "Why would you do that?!"
Jimin was doubled over, laughter spilling out, shoulders shaking so hard he had to set his teacup aside before he dropped it. Hoseok wasn't faring much better, covering his mouth but still wheezing into his sleeve.
"Yah, don't laugh. She actually believes it!" Jungkook groaned, running both hands through his hair like the world had just ended. "She called me mommy. Mommy!"
"That's because you've spoiled her rotten," Jimin shot back, grinning like the devil himself. "You carry her everywhere, you braid her hair, you pack her snacks. What else is she supposed to think?"
"I literally don't have the mechanism!" Jungkook burst out, flailing his arms for emphasis. "Hyung, you need to tell her that, not me! Men are not physically equipped to handle such things."
But Jimin only leaned back in his chair, smug as ever. "Oh no, sweetheart. That's all on you. You can explain anatomy to our daughter."
Jungkook's mouth opened, closed, then opened again like he might combust on the spot. "I hate you," he muttered, storming off toward the garden while Jimin and Hoseok collapsed into another round of laughter.
***
At night, when Ari had finally fallen asleep hugging Mr. Orange Puffs, Jungkook all but collapsed on their shared bed with a groan. He buried his face into a pillow, ready to complain all about her ramblings that continued into that evening.
The first thing she did after reaching home was to tell every single staff member personally that she was going to get a baby brother very soon and that she'd have a playmate. That her mommy Kookie was going to give her one.
Jungkook never knew something simple as this could kill him with embarrassment. "Butler Jang nearly had a stroke today because of your daughter."
Jimin was already smirking as he undid his cufflinks, tossing them onto the nightstand with a deliberate click. "My daughter?" he drawled. "Funny, because you're the one she calls 'mommy.'"
Jungkook groaned louder, dragging the pillow over his head. "Don't remind me."
"Oh, I'm going to remind you forever," Jimin said, tugging the pillow away and climbing onto the bed. "It was the most fun I had in ages."
"Hyung," Jungkook whined, ears going scarlet. "U-ri almost dropped a pan when she announced it. She'll traumatize the whole staff if you don't tell her the truth soon."
Jimin leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Why would I ruin the fun? I like watching you squirm."
Jungkook peeked at him, scandalized. "You're enjoying this too much."
"I am," Jimin admitted shamelessly, thumb grazing over the corner of Jungkook's mouth. "It's cute. You, all red-eared, sputtering, trying to explain reproduction to a six-year-old without crying."
"I literally don't have the equipment!" Jungkook burst out, sitting up and throwing his hands in the air.
Jimin's laugh was low, wicked. He pushed Jungkook back down against the mattress, straddling him with ease. "Good thing I do," he murmured, leaning close until his lips brushed his. "Maybe we should start trying."
Jungkook made a strangled sound, somewhere between a groan and a laugh. "Hyung..."
Jimin didn't budge. He caged him in, palms pressed to the mattress on either side of Jungkook's head, his weight deliciously heavy. His smirk softened into something more dangerous. The quickies were a thing of the past.
These days, Jimin told him he could never get enough and held him close, watched his every expression as he fucked into him. It was more intimate than anything else he was used to in the past, but something he could get addicted to.
"Do you have any idea how hot you looked panicking over that?" Jimin's voice was low, almost a purr. "My big bad bulldog, reduced to a blushing mess because our daughter wanted a baby brother."
Jungkook covered his face with one arm, groaning into his bicep. "You're never letting this go, are you?"
"No," Jimin said simply. He leaned down, teeth grazing Jungkook's jaw before his lips trailed lower. "Because every time you turn red like that, I want to devour you."
Jungkook's breath hitched, his arm slipping away when Jimin's tongue traced the line of his throat. "Hyung..." His voice cracked this time, rawer, needier.
"That's better," Jimin whispered against his skin, biting down just enough to make Jungkook jolt. "That's the sound I want."
His fingers slid under Jungkook's hoodie, skimming over scarred muscle, pausing deliberately over the thigh. He didn't press, didn't test, just rested there with quiet promise. "Tell me to stop," he murmured.
Jungkook's lips parted, chest heaving. "Don't you dare."
Jimin chuckled, mouth curving into a slow, dangerous grin before his hand pushed higher, pulling the hoodie up with it. "Good answer."
Jimin's mouth claimed his before Jungkook could say another word. It wasn't soft or tentative. It was rough, hungry, and possessive. Jungkook groaned into it, hands flying up to clutch Jimin's shoulders, fingers digging into the expensive material of his nightwear.
Jimin shoved the hoodie up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. His body arched when Jimin's mouth sealed over one nipple, tongue flicking, teeth catching just enough to sting. "F-fuck—"
Jimin pulled back, lips wet, smirk feral. "Language," he mocked. "What if Ari hears?"
"She's—" Jungkook gasped when Jimin palmed him through his sweats, rough and deliberate. "She's asleep—ah, fuck, hyung—"
"Good," Jimin said. "Then scream for me."
Jungkook's hips bucked helplessly into his hand, sweatpants growing tight and damp. Jimin tugged them down in one swift motion along with his underwear, leaving him bare and straining.
Jimin hummed in appreciation, eyes raking over him with open hunger. "So fucking handsome." He wrapped his hand around him, slow and firm, stroking until Jungkook's head tipped back, mouth falling open in a broken moan. "All these scars...so beautiful on you."
"Hyung, please..."
"Please what?" Jimin's strokes slowed, teasing, dragging his thumb over the slit until Jungkook's thighs trembled. "Use your words, Jungkook-ah."
"I need..." He choked on the rest, shuddering when Jimin leaned down, tongue replacing his hand in one long, wet drag up his length. Jungkook nearly came undone then and there. "Fuck!"
Yes, things have changed. A lot. These days Jimin made love to him until he was boneless.
Jimin smirked around him, taking him deeper, sucking hard enough to make his toes curl. One hand pinned Jungkook's hip to the mattress, the other slipping lower, teasing over his rim with a slick finger already coated in lube he'd grabbed without Jungkook noticing.
"Oh god! Fuck me..." Jungkook's voice was wrecked, caught between begging and breaking.
Jimin pulled off with a wet pop, eyes dark, lips glistening. "Relax," he murmured, pressing his slicked finger inside, slow but unrelenting. "I'm gonna fuck you so good tonight. Who knows, maybe I can knock you up."
Jungkook barked out a laugh that shattered into a whimper when the second finger slid in, stretching, scissoring. "God—"
"Say it," Jimin ordered, curling his fingers until Jungkook's back arched clean off the bed.
"Put it in," he demanded. "Give me everything."
Jimin's smirk sharpened. He stripped off his own clothes in record time, slicked himself quickly, and lined up. "Good boy," he murmured before pushing in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
Jungkook's head snapped back, a guttural sound tearing from his throat. "F-fuck—"
"So fucking tight," Jimin growled, gripping his thighs and snapping his hips forward. "I love the way you take me. I want to stay inside you forever."
The rhythm was punishing. Jimin fucked into him like a man possessed. As if he hadn't wrecked his world just last night. The bed creaked, Jungkook's voice cracked, and their skin slapped obscenely.
Every thrust forced moans and curses out of Jungkook's mouth, his nails clawing down Jimin's back, marking him raw. "Fuck I'm close."
"Me too." Jimin's hand found his cock again, pumping in time with his thrusts, voice ragged in his ear. "Come with me. Come for me, Jungkook."
It didn't take long. Jungkook shattered first, spilling hot between them with a broken cry, his body clenching so tight around Jimin that it dragged him over the edge too. Jimin came deep inside him with a guttural growl, grinding down until there was nothing left but shudders and ragged breaths.
For a long time, the only sound was their panting, the sheets sticking to their damp skin. Jimin collapsed on top of him, pressing kisses to his jaw, his throat, his lips.
Jungkook groaned weakly under the weight of him, chest still heaving. "You're heavy," he mumbled, but his arms locked tight around Jimin's shoulders.
"Shut up," Jimin muttered against his skin, still breathless, still inside him. He brushed damp strands of hair from Jungkook's forehead. "You love it."
"Yeah, I do."
"That was good, but we need more attempts before we can succeed."
Jungkook blinked, frowning as he reeled from post-orgasmic haze. "What?"
"We need to fulfill your promise to Ari." Jimin grinned. "She'll be expecting a baby brother. We cannot disappoint her, can we?"
"Don't even joke about that?"
"Why not? You're her mommy, aren't you?"
Jungkook groaned. "She's already over the clouds. She's not gonna let me live this down. You better explain to her tomorrow."
"But she isn't old enough for bees and birds conversation yet." Jimin feigned innocence, blinking up at him as if there was nothing weird about her demand.
"She's old enough to understand men don't come with a reproductive system to give birth."
"I can't break her heart like that!"
"God this is a nightmare." Jungkook pushed Jimin away to drag the sheets over his face.
"No, it's hilarious." Jimin pulled the sheet down, grinning at him.
"I'd rather take another bullet to my thigh." He huffed.
"She's small. I'd say we keep the illusion going for a little longer and she'll realize herself."
Jungkook gaped at him, disbelief written all over his face. "You want me to suffer until then? You're so cruel!"
"Then you're welcome to sit her down and have that conversation with her."
"Impossible!"
"That's what I thought." Jimin smirked, stealing another kiss before Jungkook could bury himself under the sheets again. "I love you." He tapped his nose once.
Jungkook didn't say it back. He wasn't used to it. Those three words still didn't make complete sense to him and he didn't think he should repeat it like a parrot. Jimin was so used to saying it out loud now and he didn't understand why he had to say it almost every day. Didn't they already establish that? What's with people's obsession to declare it every time? He might probably never know.
As Jimin climbed out of the bed to clean up, Jungkook flopped on the bed dramatically, complaining about his ass being sticky and voicing out his embarrassment for the umpteenth time, Jimin laughing through it all.
Down the hall, Ari was asleep peacefully with Mr. Orange Puffs now curled at her feet. The house was at peace. No immediate danger lurking around.
Their world would never be simple, never quiet, never free of shadows. But tonight it was laughter, and warmth.
And maybe that was enough.
~ End.