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Fireworks & First Sparks

The summer night was alive with laughter, the hum of music, and the crackle of fireworks bursting above the city. Bright colors scattered across the sky, dazzling the crowd that had gathered for the festival.

You stood a little away from the main crowd, enjoying the view but also the space. Fireworks had always been beautiful to you—though you knew not everyone shared that feeling.

That’s when you noticed someone slipping away from the noise, moving quickly toward the quiet shadows behind the venue. Curiosity tugged at you, and after a moment’s hesitation, you followed.

There, crouched beside the wall with hands pressed tightly over their ears, was Han Jisung. His shoulders shook with each loud boom, and though he tried to steady his breathing, the panic in his eyes was clear.

Your heart softened instantly. You didn’t know him personally—only recognized him from the group performing earlier—but in this moment, he didn’t look like an idol. He just looked like someone who needed help.

Slowly, you approached. “Hey… it’s okay. Can I sit with you?”

He startled, but then gave a tiny nod. You lowered yourself beside him, keeping your voice gentle.

“It’s really loud tonight, huh? Fireworks can feel like they’re right on top of us.”

He let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah… I-I hate them. Always have.”

You offered a small smile. “That’s okay. You don’t have to like them. Here—” You reached into your bag and pulled out a pair of earbuds. “They’re not perfect, but maybe they’ll help block out some of the sound?”

His eyes lit up with relief as you handed them over. He slipped them in, shoulders easing slightly. Still trembling, but calmer.

You stayed beside him, talking about random little things—favorite foods, how unfair it was that cotton candy was overpriced at festivals—anything to distract from the booming sky. Slowly, he relaxed.

Minutes passed like that, quiet and strangely comforting. Until you heard hurried footsteps.

“Jisung?!” A voice called out. Strong, urgent, and tinged with worry.

You both turned to see Bang Chan rushing over, followed by a few of the other members. Relief washed over his face when he saw Jisung safe, but then his gaze flicked to you—sitting close, gently steadying Jisung’s breathing like you’d been there forever.

Jisung managed a small smile. “Chan-hyung… I’m okay. They helped me.” He tilted his head toward you.

For a moment, Chan just looked at you. You weren’t part of their circle, not a staff member, not a friend he recognized. Just… someone who cared enough to stay.

He crouched down beside Jisung, his voice low and steady—the kind of voice that felt like an anchor.

“You good, Sungie?”

“Better,” Jisung admitted, shooting you a grateful glance. “Because of them.”

Chan’s eyes followed. When he looked at you this time, you swore the fireworks weren’t just in the sky—they were in the way his gaze lingered, warm and curious.

“Thank you,” he said, softer now, like it was meant only for you.

You smiled, brushing it off. “It was nothing, really.”

But he shook his head. “No, it wasn’t. You stayed when he needed someone. That’s… rare.”

The other members guided Jisung back toward their van, giving him space to recover. Chan, though, didn’t follow immediately. Instead, he hesitated—like he wasn’t ready to let this moment with you slip away.

“Do you… want to walk with me for a minute?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll catch up with the others.”

Something in your chest fluttered. “Sure.”

You fell into step beside him, the festival lights casting a glow over the path. For a while, the sounds of fireworks and distant laughter filled the silence between you. Then Chan spoke.

“He gets embarrassed sometimes,” he said, glancing at you. “About being scared. I try to tell him it’s okay, but… I wasn’t there in time tonight.” His jaw tightened slightly. “So thank you—for being there when I wasn’t.”

You looked at him, really looked. The leader aura everyone admired was there, but so was something more—this heavy weight he carried for the people he cared about.

“You can’t be everywhere at once,” you said gently. “But you’ve clearly built something strong if he trusts you that much. You don’t have to do it all alone.”

Chan blinked at you, like your words had caught him off guard. A slow smile tugged at his lips, softer than the one from earlier. “You’re… different.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Different how?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Most people see the stage, the lights, the performance. You saw him—the real him. And you stayed.” He let out a breath. “That says a lot about you.”

The two of you stopped at a quieter part of the path, where the fireworks weren’t so loud, and the crowd noise had faded. A final burst lit up the sky in brilliant gold, reflecting in Chan’s eyes as he turned toward you.

“I don’t usually do this,” he admitted, voice dropping, “but… I don’t want tonight to end without asking—can I see you again?”

Your heart thudded at the earnestness in his tone. You nodded, smiling softly. “I’d like that.”

And in that moment, with the last firework fading above, it felt like something new had quietly begun—not just for Jisung, who had found comfort when he needed it, but for you and Chan too.

Something small, fragile, but glowing. Like the spark after a firework, refusing to fade.

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Dancing in the Rain – Part 5

you and Chan finally dance in the rain again as parents, the baby safe inside, and his members showing up—teasing, laughing, but also meeting the baby for the first time and sharing in the warmth.

The rain was steady now, drumming softly on the roof and trickling down the windows like liquid silver.

Chan had slipped his fingers through yours and tugged you toward the door. At first, you’d hesitated, casting one last glance at the crib where your baby slept peacefully, little chest rising and falling in the glow of the nightlight.

But then Chan smiled that boyish smile—the same one from years ago, the one that made you trust him without question—and you found yourself following.

The front door creaked open, and the cool night air greeted you, damp and sweet with the scent of rain-soaked earth.

For a moment, you stood in the doorway, toes curling against the threshold, listening to the storm. Chan turned back, rain already dripping from his hair, hand still outstretched. His grin widened.

“Come on,” he urged, voice barely louder than the rainfall. “The rain’s still ours.”

You laughed, breathless at the sheer ridiculousness of it, but stepped out anyway. The water was cool against your skin, soaking instantly through your clothes. Chan caught you around the waist, spinning you lightly before you could protest.

The years melted away. For a heartbeat, you were that girl again, dancing in the rain without care, and he was that boy staring at you like you were a miracle. Only now, you had more: a life built together, a baby sleeping inside, a future stretching out ahead.

“Still breathtaking,” Chan whispered against your ear, his voice breaking through the sound of the rain.

You pressed your forehead to his chest, laughing as your tears mixed with the storm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled, swaying with you in the puddles. “But you’re still mine.”

Inside, the nursery light flicked on again—not because of the baby, but because of eight very familiar voices arguing in hushed tones.

“Why are we sneaking in like burglars?” Han hissed.

“Because it’s midnight,” Seungmin whispered back, deadpan. “Normal people don’t show up at midnight.”

“But we’re not normal people,” Felix giggled, tiptoeing into the living room. “We’re uncles.”

“Shh!” Hyunjin scolded, though his own excitement betrayed him.

The boys had planned this visit for days, eager to finally meet the baby—but none of them had expected to walk into the house and find the parents… gone.

“Wait.” Minho froze at the window, eyes narrowing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The others crowded around him, pressing against the glass. And there you were—soaked through, spinning in Chan’s arms, both of you laughing like you had the whole world to yourselves.

“Unbelievable,” Jeongin muttered, though his grin spread ear to ear. “They really are obsessed with rain.”

“They’re insane,” Seungmin agreed flatly, though his lips twitched.

Han already had his phone out. “No way I’m missing this. History is repeating itself.”

“Hyung’s gonna kill you if he sees that,” Hyunjin warned.

Han smirked. “Worth it.”

The front door finally swung open, and you and Chan stumbled in, dripping water everywhere and laughing like teenagers. You both froze when you noticed eight figures standing in the living room, arms crossed—or in Han’s case, holding up his phone triumphantly.

Chan groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You know,” Minho said casually, “most people call it a night after putting their baby to sleep. Not go recreate a K-drama scene in their front yard.”

Hyunjin pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. “It was beautiful, though. Truly cinematic.”

“Ridiculous,” Seungmin corrected, though his tone was fond.

“Hyung,” Felix piped up, eyes sparkling, “you’re still the rain boy after all these years.”

You tried to hide your laugh behind your hand while Chan covered his face, mumbling, “I regret everything.”

But before the teasing could continue, a soft cry carried from the nursery. Instantly, the room stilled. You moved first, slipping away to scoop up your baby and bring them back out, bundled in a soft blanket.

The members’ voices dropped to awed whispers.

“Ohhh,” Felix breathed, eyes wide as stars. “They’re so tiny.”

“Look at those cheeks,” Hyunjin whispered, nearly melting into the floor.

Even Minho’s teasing smirk softened. “Not bad, Chan. You did good.”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. “Obviously. Look at the parents.”

One by one, they gathered close, cooing softly, smiles breaking across their faces. The teasing faded, replaced by warmth and something deeper—love for the little life now tied to all of you.

Chan slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you cradled the baby between you. His voice was low, filled with something raw.

“This,” he murmured, looking at all of them, at you, at the tiny miracle in your arms, “is everything.”

And as the rain continued to fall outside, you realized he was right. Because it wasn’t just a storm that brought you here—it was family, love, laughter, and the promise that no matter where life led, the rain would always belong to you

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Dancing in the Rain – Part 4

Where the reader reflects on the past (meeting Chan in the rain, first date, etc.) and then slowly brings it to the present, where you and Chan now have a baby together.

The sound of rain tapping gently against the window pulled you from the haze of late-night exhaustion.

You were in the nursery, sitting in the old wooden rocking chair Chan had put together himself, your newborn nestled against your chest. Their tiny breaths rose and fell in rhythm with the creak of the chair, warm and steady against your heart.

Outside, the storm wasn’t fierce—just a drizzle, the kind that painted the streets with silver and whispered against the glass.

You tilted your head and closed your eyes for a moment, and suddenly, you were somewhere else.

It was years ago. The first night. The first storm. You remembered the way the sky had cracked open, spilling down in sheets. You remembered the cold water soaking through your clothes, the taste of rain on your lips, the way you twirled without caring who saw.

And you remembered him. The boy across the street, frozen in place, eyes wide as though he was seeing something too beautiful to be real. The way he finally stepped forward, hesitated, then took your hand when you offered it. How he laughed nervously, clumsy in the puddles but unwilling to let go.

Bang Chan.

Your lips curved softly at the memory. You bent your head and pressed a kiss to your baby’s forehead. “Did you know,” you whispered, rocking gently, “your daddy fell in love with me in a storm?”

Your voice caught slightly. Because as distant as it felt, it was also painfully close.

The café came next in your memory—his awkward smile across steaming mugs, the members spying in the corner. The warmth of his hand when it finally rested on yours without shaking.

The late nights when he shared songs no one else had heard yet. The long days of schedules, exhaustion, but always coming home to you. His members, who had once been strangers, becoming family. Your wedding day, when the world felt like it had stopped just so you could breathe each other in.

Every thread of your shared life wove together, each moment pulling you closer, leading you here—to this room glowing with the soft nightlight, the rain outside, and the miracle you now held.

The door creaked softly.

“Still awake?” Chan’s voice was low, rough from sleep, but warm enough to ease the ache in your chest.

You turned to see him leaning in the doorway, hair messy, shirt hanging loose on his frame. He looked every bit the tired father—and still, somehow, every bit the boy who once looked at you like you were the only person alive.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you said, glancing down at the baby stirring slightly. “Someone was hungry.”

He padded over, crouching beside you, his gaze softening instantly. His hand brushed gently across your baby’s tiny fingers, his thumb careful, reverent. “Guess they take after me,” he murmured. “Always hungry.”

You laughed quietly, and the sound filled the small room with warmth. “Do you remember that night? The first one? The rain?”

His smile deepened, dimples showing even through his tiredness. “Of course I do. How could I forget? You were… breathtaking. Like something I wasn’t supposed to touch.”

“You knew then?” you teased softly.

He looked up at you, eyes glinting with the same spark from years ago. His voice dropped. “I knew then that you’d ruin me forever.” He paused, then added with a crooked grin, “In the best way.”

Your throat tightened, eyes stinging, but before you could answer, the baby stirred again. Chan leaned closer, instinctively pressing a kiss to their forehead, his hand curling protectively around yours where it cradled them.

You studied him—the boy who had once stared at you across a rainy street, now the man kneeling at your feet, the father of your child, the love of your life.

And as the drizzle outside deepened into something steadier, Chan looked back at you. His eyes softened, dimples faintly visible as he whispered words you thought you’d never hear again:

“Do you want to dance in the rain with me?”

For a heartbeat, you froze. The nursery blurred, replaced by the memory of a wet street and puddles reflecting streetlamps. His hand in yours for the first time. His laughter breaking through thunder.

Your lips parted, caught between a laugh and a sob. “Now? Chan, it’s past midnight.”

He grinned anyway, mischievous in the dim glow of the nursery. “Doesn’t matter. The rain’s still ours.”

You stared at him, the ridiculousness of the suggestion mixing with the sincerity in his eyes. Slowly, you shifted the baby in your arms, glancing back at the crib. Chan followed your gaze, nodding with an almost boyish excitement.

Together, you laid your child down, careful and slow. The rain grew louder outside, steady and rhythmic, like it was waiting for you.

When you finally turned back, Chan was already holding out his hand—just as you had, all those years ago.

Your chest swelled, and you slipped your hand into his, your voice trembling but certain. “Always.”

And as he pulled you gently toward the door, you realized something: storms weren’t meant to last forever. They were meant to bring you here, to carry you from the past into the future, where love had grown, where new life had bloomed.

Where the rain still belonged to you both.

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Dancing in the Rain – Part 3

Where you and Chan finally have your first date… and of course, his members can’t resist meddling

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The café was cozy, golden lights spilling across shelves of books and the quiet hum of indie music playing in the background. You sat across from Bang Chan, two mugs of steaming coffee between you.

For the first time since you met him, there wasn’t a storm outside—just the calm after.

Chan fidgeted slightly with his cup, looking far less like the confident leader everyone saw on stage and more like the boy who had followed you into the rain. His dimples appeared when he smiled nervously.

“So… do you always dance in thunderstorms?” he asked.

You grinned, leaning your chin into your hand. “Not always. But sometimes the rain feels like freedom. You should try it more often.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I mean—” He stopped himself, flushing. “I mean, it was… nice.”

You laughed softly. “It was.”

The moment felt easy, warm. Every time you spoke, Chan found himself leaning closer, listening like every word mattered. And maybe it did.

What neither of you noticed right away were the eight very obvious boys squished at a corner table across the café, disguises that didn’t disguise them at all—caps, sunglasses, and hoodies that only made them look more suspicious.

Han whispered dramatically, “Operation Rain Date is a go.”

“Hyung looks so nervous,” Felix giggled.

Hyunjin sighed dreamily. “It’s like a drama scene. Look at him—he’s totally in love already.”

“Shhh!” Seungmin hissed, smacking them. “Do you want them to notice?”

But of course, they weren’t exactly subtle. Every time one of them peeked over a menu or leaned too far, you caught their reflections in the café’s window. Finally, you leaned toward Chan and lowered your voice.

“Are your friends… spying on us?”

Chan froze, nearly choking on his coffee. He glanced over his shoulder, and sure enough, eight pairs of eyes darted down at once.

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I told them not to come. I told them.”

You laughed so hard your shoulders shook, and something in Chan’s chest melted. Instead of being embarrassed, you reached across the table and touched his hand lightly. “It’s sweet, though. Shows they care about you.”

His hand stilled under yours, warmth spreading up his arm. He met your eyes, and for once, all his nervousness faded. “Yeah… they do. But still.” He smiled shyly. “I’d rather focus on you right now.”

The rest of the world—including his nosy members—blurred away. The only thing that mattered was the way your fingers lingered against his, the way your smile felt like sunlight breaking after a storm.

At the spy table, Jeongin sighed, “Wow… he’s gone.”

Minho smirked. “Told you. Leader-nim finally met his match.”

“Should we leave them alone now?” Felix whispered.

Han grinned, already pulling out his phone. “Not until I get a picture. This is history in the making.”

For Chan, it wasn’t about the rain anymore. It was about you—the person who made even the storm feel beautiful, and the quiet after feel even better.

And he knew this was only the beginning.

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Dancing in the Rain – Part 2

Where Chan can’t get you out of his mind and the members tease him a little. Part 1

The rain had stopped hours ago, but Bang Chan still felt its echo in his chest. The sound of your laughter replayed in his head like a melody he didn’t want to forget.

Back at the dorm, the other members were loud as usual—raiding the fridge, arguing over the TV remote, throwing pillows at each other. But Chan sat on the couch with his laptop open, pretending to work on a track. His fingers hovered over the keys, unmoving.

Felix dropped onto the cushion beside him. “Hyung,” he said, dragging the word out with a knowing grin. “You’ve been staring at a blank screen for twenty minutes.”

Chan blinked, caught. “I—I’m just thinking about lyrics.”

“Uh huh. Lyrics,” Felix smirked, leaning closer. “Does this song happen to start with ‘dancing in the rain’ by any chance?”

Across the room, Han burst out laughing. “I told you! He’s whipped already.”

“Whipped?” Chan spluttered, nearly closing the laptop. “I don’t even know her name—”

“That’s worse,” Seungmin cut in, deadpan. “You’re writing songs about a girl you don’t even know.”

Chan groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys are impossible.”

But he couldn’t deny it. He wanted to know your name. He wanted to see you again, not as a stranger in the rain but as someone real.

A few days later, fate seemed to answer.

The boys had gone out again, grabbing food after practice. The streets were still damp from another passing shower when Chan spotted you—this time under the awning of a café, shaking out an umbrella.

His heart stuttered.

Felix noticed first. “No way. Hyung, it’s her.”

The members immediately perked up, whispering and nudging him forward.

Chan hesitated. His natural shyness kicked in, but then he remembered the way you had pulled him into the rain without hesitation. He swallowed hard, squared his shoulders, and crossed the street.

You looked up just as he approached, surprise flickering across your face before it melted into recognition.

“Rain boy,” you teased softly.

Chan chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Guess that makes you rain girl, then.”

You laughed, and it sounded just as bright as that first night.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then Chan found his courage. “I, uh… never got your name.”

You smiled, telling him, and he repeated it softly under his breath as if testing how it felt on his tongue. Perfect, he thought. It suited you perfectly.

“And you’re…?” you prompted.

“Chan,” he said, shifting awkwardly. “Bang Chan.”

You tilted your head. “Like… Stray Kids’ Bang Chan?”

He blinked. “You know us?”

“Of course,” you said with a grin. “But I didn’t expect that Bang Chan to be dancing in the rain with me.”

His ears turned red, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “Well… maybe we could, uh, do something less rainy next time? Like coffee?” He gestured toward the café behind you.

Your eyes softened, and you nodded. “I’d like that.”

Behind him, the members erupted in muffled cheers from across the street, barely hiding behind a lamppost.

Chan groaned, muttering, “I’m going to kill them.” But when you laughed again, that easy, joyful laugh, he knew it was worth every bit of teasing.

Because for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t just the leader carrying the weight of expectations—he was simply a boy who got lucky enough to meet you in the rain.

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Dancing in the Rain

The summer storm had come suddenly. One moment the air was heavy and still, the next, dark clouds rolled in and the skies opened up, pouring down on the city streets.

Bang Chan and the rest of Stray Kids had just finished practice for the day. They were exhausted, bags slung over their shoulders, sneakers squeaking against the wet pavement as they hurried toward the van. Felix groaned dramatically as the rain hit him.

“Hyung, it’s like the sky is trying to drown us,” Felix whined, pulling his hoodie tighter.

Seungmin scoffed. “You act like you’ll melt.”

The group laughed, but Chan was distracted. Something had caught his eye across the street.

Through the blur of rain, there you were. Spinning, twirling, hair plastered against your cheeks, clothes soaked through but your smile brighter than the streetlights flickering on. You weren’t running for cover like everyone else. Instead, you lifted your arms and let the water pour over you, as if the storm itself was your song.

Chan froze mid-step, his hand still gripping the strap of his bag. The world around him—his members’ chatter, the rushing traffic, the thunder above—dimmed. All he could focus on was you.

“Hyung, you coming?” Han called, already ducking into the van.

But Chan didn’t move. His eyes stayed on you, the way your movements were unrestrained, full of joy, completely free. Something inside him shifted, a quiet pull he couldn’t explain.

Minho noticed his hesitation and raised an eyebrow. “What’s got you staring into the rain like that?” he teased, following his gaze. When he spotted you, a small smirk tugged at his lips. “Ah… I see.”

Chan quickly shook his head, ears turning red. “It’s not— I was just—” He trailed off, unable to find an excuse.

The truth was simple, though he barely admitted it to himself: in that moment, watching you dance with no fear of the storm, he felt his heart stumble. It was the kind of moment people wrote songs about.

You didn’t even notice him at first. You were lost in your own little world, laughing softly as raindrops slid down your eyelashes. You spun again, arms out, shoes splashing through puddles. The sight was so alive, so unfiltered, that Chan couldn’t look away.

Hyunjin leaned out of the van door. “Hyung, seriously. You’re going to get sick standing there.”

Chan finally moved, but not toward the van. To everyone’s surprise, he stepped off the curb and crossed the street.

“Wait—what is he doing?” Jeongin blinked, wide-eyed.

“Falling in love, apparently,” Minho muttered.

The members watched from the van, pressed against the windows like curious cats.

Chan approached you slowly, almost nervous, as if he were stepping into a dream. You noticed him then, the tall boy with dark hair damp from the rain, his eyes locked on you like you were the only thing that existed.

For a second, you stilled, blinking at him. Then, with a playful smile, you held out your hand. “You’re already wet. Might as well join me.”

Chan’s breath caught. He could have said no—should have said no—but instead, he took your hand. The warmth of your palm against his sent sparks up his arm.

The rain pounded down harder, but together you laughed, moving in circles across the soaked pavement. You guided him through your impromptu dance, your steps messy, his clumsy but sincere. His members’ muffled laughter echoed from the van, but Chan didn’t care.

All he cared about was how your laughter blended with the rhythm of the rain, how your eyes lit up brighter than the stormy sky.

For the first time in a long while, Bang Chan wasn’t thinking about music, practice, or responsibility. He was simply there—with you, dancing in the rain.

And in that fleeting, beautiful moment, he knew he’d fallen.

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Behind the Mask: A Family’s Promise

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Chap 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

Chapter Twenty: Welcoming the Newest Member

The hospital room was quiet, save for the soft cooing of your newborn son and the gentle hum of the machines around you. You sat propped up in the bed, your baby cradled in your arms as you marveled at his tiny features. His dark hair was still damp from birth, and his eyes—though still unfocused—seemed to gaze up at you in the most innocent way.

Your husband was sitting beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder as he watched you both, his eyes filled with pride and love. Ji-ah was beside him, bouncing on her toes with excitement as she waited patiently for everyone to arrive.

The moment you had been waiting for was finally here. It was time to introduce your little boy to his extended family—the guards who had become like uncles to Ji-ah, and the Frontman, who had unexpectedly become a figure of support in your lives.

The door opened slowly, and one by one, the guards stepped into the room, their faces lighting up with genuine warmth as they saw you and your newborn son.

“Congratulations,” one of the guards, who had become particularly close to Ji-ah, said with a soft smile as he stepped closer. He was careful, his hand reaching out but pausing before touching the baby. “He’s beautiful. Welcome to the world, little one.”

Your heart swelled as Ji-ah bounced up and down, her arms wide as she introduced her brother. “Brother!” she exclaimed, her tiny voice filled with joy. “Baby!”

The guards chuckled, some of them bending down to her level and giving her a playful ruffle of her hair. They greeted her warmly, then looked back at the baby, their expressions filled with awe.

One by one, the rest of the guards followed suit, offering their congratulations and gently touching the baby’s tiny fingers. Some whispered kind words, while others made jokes to lighten the mood, but it was clear that each and every one of them cared deeply for the little one who would be joining their family.

Then, the last person to enter the room was the Frontman.

His usual reserved, composed demeanor was still present, but there was something unmistakable in the way he approached the bed. He stopped just short of where you sat, his gaze fixed on the baby in your arms. For a brief moment, he seemed almost unsure, as if this moment was unfamiliar to him. But then, he took a step forward, his expression softening.

“Congratulations,” he said quietly, his deep voice filled with rare warmth. “He’s… he’s perfect.”

You smiled, your heart swelling at the unexpected tenderness in his words. “Thank you. Would you like to hold him?”

The Frontman hesitated for just a moment, then nodded slowly. With great care, he approached, his hands steady as he gently cradled the tiny baby in his arms. The contrast of his cold, imposing figure with the fragile warmth of your son was striking, and yet, in this moment, everything seemed to fall into place.

Ji-ah, standing beside the Frontman, looked up at him and then down at her baby brother. She gently tugged on the Frontman’s sleeve. “Grandpa, baby,” she said with a wide smile.

The Frontman’s face softened as he looked down at Ji-ah, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, little one,” he said, his voice quiet but sincere. “He’s your brother. And you’ll take good care of him.”

Ji-ah nodded seriously, her small hands reaching out to touch the baby’s little hand again. “Take care,” she said softly, as though she were already a big sister, proud of her new role.

The guards watched the scene unfold, their eyes full of affection for both Ji-ah and the baby. They’d seen a lot during their time with you and your family, but this moment was different. It was a moment of true connection—where their bond with you had moved beyond duty, beyond the walls that had separated them for so long, into something deeper. Family.

The Frontman gazed at the baby in his arms for a moment longer, his features softening as he marveled at the fragile new life. Then, he carefully passed the baby back to you, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Thank you,” you said softly, taking the baby from his arms. “I’m glad you could be here.”

He nodded, his gaze meeting yours with a look that said everything words could not. It wasn’t just about being present for this moment—it was about the quiet, unspoken understanding that you were all family now, no matter the masks you wore, no matter the pasts you carried.

As the guards gathered around the bed, Ji-ah standing proudly by her new brother, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. Your family had grown, not just in number, but in the bonds you had formed—bonds that were unbreakable and filled with love.

“This little one will grow up knowing he is surrounded by so much love,” your husband said softly, as he watched the group of guards stand by you, each one holding a look of affection and joy for the new baby. “And he’ll know that he has so many uncles and even a grandpa looking out for him.”

You nodded, the overwhelming sense of gratitude swelling within you. “He will. He already does.”

And as the room filled with the sound of laughter, congratulations, and promises of support, you realized that this moment—this beginning—was just the start of something even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

With your new son in your arms, surrounded by the guards who had become your extended family, you felt a sense of completeness. The journey ahead would be full of surprises, but one thing was certain: you were never alone.

The End

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Behind the Mask: A Family’s Promise

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Chap 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 Chapter Nineteen: The Moment of Arrival

The days leading up to your baby’s arrival had been filled with preparations, excitement, and anticipation. Ji-ah had been so excited about her soon-to-be little brother, and the guards—now more than ever—had become an integral part of your family’s life, eagerly awaiting the moment they could meet the newest member. Your husband had been especially attentive, always keeping a hand on your growing belly, as if he could feel the little one’s every movement.

But today was different.

You’d been feeling the familiar pressure of discomfort all morning. It was subtle at first—just a few twinges here and there—but now, as the day wore on, you couldn’t ignore the sharp waves of pain that were beginning to make their presence known.

At first, you tried to brush it off. Maybe it was just another round of Braxton Hicks contractions, or perhaps the baby was just shifting position. But as the pain grew more consistent, you realized this was no false alarm. Your water had broken.

“Hey, are you okay?” your husband asked, looking over from the other room as he saw the change in your expression.

You placed a hand on your belly, a wave of realization washing over you. “I think… it’s time,” you said softly, your voice trembling with both excitement and nerves.

Your husband’s eyes widened, and in an instant, he was by your side, his hand resting gently on your back. “It’s time? Really?”

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as another wave of contractions hit. “I’m pretty sure. I think my water just broke.”

He didn't waste another moment. Without hesitation, he grabbed your bag—already packed and ready for the big day—and helped you to your feet. The urgency in his movements matched the quickening rhythm of your heartbeat.

“I’ll get the car ready,” he said, trying to stay calm, though you could hear the hint of panic in his voice. “I’ll drive you straight to the hospital.”

Ji-ah, sensing the shift in energy, came running into the room, her small face full of concern. “Mama? What’s happening?” she asked, her innocent voice trembling just a little.

You knelt down to her level, giving her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy’s going to the hospital to meet your baby brother. But we need to go now, so stay with Uncle for a little bit, okay?”

Ji-ah’s eyes widened in realization, her hands reaching out to touch your belly. “Brother? Brother!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement. “Baby?”

“Baby,” you confirmed, smiling softly at her before kissing her forehead. “I’ll be back soon, sweetie.”

Your husband returned quickly, helping you toward the door. “We’ll be back before you know it,” he promised, his voice steady but filled with anticipation.

As you made your way to the car, you felt a mixture of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and an overwhelming sense of love for the family that was about to expand. Your baby boy was on his way, and everything was about to change.

The car ride to the hospital felt like it took forever. Every bump in the road seemed to increase the intensity of your contractions, but you clung to your husband’s reassuring presence as best as you could. He kept glancing at you, his eyes filled with love and concern.

“We’re almost there,” he said, his hand gripping yours. “You’re doing amazing.”

You nodded, trying to breathe through the pain. “I’m ready. I just want to meet him.”

Soon enough, you arrived at the hospital, where the staff was waiting for you. The rush of nurses and doctors moving quickly around you made everything feel real in a way it hadn’t before. Your heart raced as they quickly ushered you into a delivery room, preparing everything for the arrival of your little boy.

Throughout it all, your husband stayed by your side, his comforting presence never wavering. He spoke softly to you between the contractions, offering words of encouragement as the minutes ticked by. And just as you felt like you couldn’t take another second, you heard the sweet, comforting sound of the doctor’s voice.

“It’s time,” the doctor said, her voice filled with a sense of calm professionalism. “You’re doing great. Just a few more pushes.”

You focused on your breathing, on the steady support of your husband’s hand in yours, and on the image of your baby’s face in your mind. And with one final push, your baby boy was born—a beautiful, healthy little boy with a shock of dark hair and a strong, powerful cry.

Tears filled your eyes as the nurse gently placed him in your arms. He was perfect. Your heart swelled with love as you gazed down at him, overwhelmed by the reality of the new life in your arms.

“Our little boy,” your husband whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, your heart racing as you looked down at the tiny bundle in your arms. “He’s beautiful.”

Ji-ah, who had been eagerly awaiting news, was soon brought into the room to meet her new baby brother. You held the baby in your arms as she approached, her face lighting up as she saw him for the first time.

“Brother!” Ji-ah said, her eyes wide with awe. She reached out gently, her tiny hand touching his little hand, as if she were meeting him for the very first time. “Brother!”

You smiled, tears filling your eyes as you looked at your two children—your perfect family, now complete. “Yes, Ji-ah. This is your baby brother.”

Your husband smiled beside you, watching the beautiful moment unfold. “We did it,” he said softly, his voice full of awe. “We have our family.”

And as you held your baby boy in your arms, surrounded by the love of your husband and your firstborn, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter—one filled with even more joy, love, and memories than you could have ever imagined.

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Chapter Eighteen: The Gender Reveal Party

The excitement around your growing family had reached a fever pitch in the past few weeks. After sharing the news of your pregnancy with the guards, you and your husband decided to mark this special time with something truly unique—a gender reveal party. And this wouldn't be just any party; it would be a celebration that involved your entire extended family, and yes, that meant all of the guards.

As the day approached, Ji-ah’s excitement was nearly impossible to contain. She had spent the last few days talking about the “party,” as she called it, and was eager to see what kind of surprise awaited everyone. She, of course, had no idea what a gender reveal was, but she was more than happy to get dressed up and join in the festivities, proudly sporting her "Big Sister" shirt once more.

The room was filled with an air of anticipation as you and your husband worked alongside the guards to set everything up. The venue was a large space—one of the estate’s many meeting rooms that had been transformed into a celebration space. Bright streamers of blue and pink hung from the ceiling, and a table with snacks and drinks was set up at the far end of the room. But the most important part of the setup was the large box in the center of the room. It was decorated with colorful balloons, and it was there that the big reveal would take place.

Your husband smiled at you, his hand gently resting on your growing belly. “Are you ready for this?”

You grinned back at him, your excitement mirroring his. “I think so. I just hope everyone enjoys it.”

Ji-ah, of course, was already running around the room with boundless energy, checking out every corner and asking everyone if they knew what the surprise was. “What’s inside? What’s inside?” she asked as she bounced from guard to guard, eager for an answer.

The guards, now affectionately referred to as “uncles” by Ji-ah, had gathered around the room, talking quietly amongst themselves but sharing in the excitement. They had been included in the preparations, helping to hang decorations and set up the food. For many of them, it was a rare opportunity to step out of their usual roles and enjoy a more relaxed moment of connection with each other—and with your family.

One of the younger guards, who had become quite fond of Ji-ah, crouched down beside her. “You ready to find out if it’s a brother or a sister?” he asked, his voice light.

Ji-ah’s eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly. “Brother! Sister!” she said, throwing her arms up as if she already knew the answer.

Your husband chuckled, ruffling her hair. “We’ll find out soon enough.”

The Frontman, usually a figure of authority and distance, had also agreed to join the occasion, and his presence brought a sense of honor to the event. He stood at the far end of the room, his gaze softening as he observed your family and the guards, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Despite his usual stoicism, today was different—it was a celebration, a reminder of the bonds that had been formed, both inside and outside the walls of the estate.

“Is everyone ready?” you asked, standing up from your chair with Ji-ah in your arms. The guards gathered around you, nodding, a few of them trying to contain their excitement. Ji-ah bounced in your arms, her eyes shining with curiosity.

“Alright,” your husband said, stepping forward and taking a deep breath. “Let’s find out together.”

He reached into the box, pulling out a small bundle wrapped in tissue paper. The tissue crinkled slightly as he unwrapped it, revealing a balloon. But not just any balloon—it was a dark shade of blue, a color that would reveal the sex of your baby to everyone present.

The room fell silent for a split second before the air was filled with excited gasps and cheers.

“It’s a boy!” your husband declared, holding the blue balloon high above his head.

Ji-ah’s face lit up with understanding, and she clapped her hands. “Brother!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with pure joy. She was already thinking about all the fun she’d have with her little brother, and it made everyone around her smile.

The guards erupted into applause, some of them giving each other playful nudges while others clapped in genuine happiness. The Frontman, though reserved, nodded approvingly, his eyes softening as he watched the celebration unfold.

“Congratulations,” one of the older guards said, stepping forward to offer his well wishes. “A little boy. That’s wonderful.”

Another guard chimed in, his voice full of excitement. “I can’t believe it’s a boy. That’ll be interesting!”

Ji-ah, still holding on to her excitement, ran to each of the guards, telling them, “Brother! Brother!” as if she couldn’t wait to meet her new sibling.

You and your husband exchanged a look, both of you overwhelmed with happiness. This moment was more than just about finding out the baby’s sex—it was about the community that had come together around your family, and the love that was shared in this unexpected place.

“Thank you all for being here,” you said, your voice filled with emotion. “We’re so grateful to have each of you in our lives, and we can’t wait for the little one to meet all of his uncles.”

The Frontman, though quiet, spoke up. “He will be well cared for here,” he said, his voice steady and filled with a rare warmth. “You have our support.”

Ji-ah, now overjoyed, ran over to him, her small hand reaching out. “Grandpa!” she called with a grin, eager to include him in her celebration.

The Frontman looked down at her, his usual composed expression softening as he glanced around at the guards, who were smiling at the scene. He nodded, a rare and genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, I suppose that makes me his grandfather,” he said, his tone filled with a surprising warmth. “Thank you for sharing this moment with me.”

With that, the celebration continued, filled with laughter, food, and more heartfelt congratulations. It wasn’t just a gender reveal—it was a reminder that family, in all its forms, was about more than just blood. It was about love, care, and support. And today, you were surrounded by both your closest loved ones and the guards who had become an unexpected part of your family.

As the night went on, Ji-ah’s laughter and excitement echoed through the room, a sign that this celebration was just the beginning of the joy to come. And as you and your husband watched your little girl run around with the “uncles,” you couldn’t help but feel incredibly blessed. The future was looking brighter than ever.

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Chapter Seventeen: Preparing for the New Arrival

The days were growing shorter, and the air was crisp with the promise of change. As your pregnancy neared its end, there was a palpable sense of anticipation in the air. Ji-ah had continued to revel in her “Big Sister” shirt, proudly declaring her new role to anyone who would listen. But today, it was all about preparing for the newest member of the family.

You, your husband, and Ji-ah had spent the morning gathering the last of the supplies, making sure everything was ready for the baby’s arrival. With the nursery now the focal point of your home, there was something magical about watching it come together. It wasn’t just a room—it was a symbol of your family’s journey, of how far you had come and how much more was to come. And now, with Ji-ah growing up so fast, you knew this new baby would bring even more joy into your lives.

The nursery itself was a cozy room, painted a soft, calming shade of light blue with subtle accents of white and pastel yellow. It had a crib in the corner, a changing table, and soft blankets laid out neatly. It was still in the early stages of being fully put together, but today, you were going to finish it as a family. Your husband, always diligent, had already set up the crib and organized the baby’s clothes, but there was still plenty of work to be done—and Ji-ah, as eager as ever, was determined to help.

“Big sister!” Ji-ah cheered, her small hands grasping a tiny stack of baby blankets. She waddled over to the crib, her face flushed with pride. “Help!”

Your heart swelled with affection as you watched her. She was so eager to contribute, even if she didn’t fully understand just how important these little tasks were. You smiled and knelt down to her level, helping her unfold the blanket.

“You’re doing a great job, Ji-ah,” you said, smoothing the blanket out in the crib. “This is going to be your little sibling’s space, and you’re helping make it so special.”

Ji-ah beamed at you, clearly pleased with the praise. She continued to arrange the blankets with an enthusiasm that only a child could have. Meanwhile, your husband, who was assembling a baby rocker in the corner of the room, paused to watch the two of you with a soft smile.

“You’re making this place feel so much warmer,” he said to you, his voice filled with affection. “I’m glad we’re doing this together.”

You smiled back at him, feeling a deep sense of connection and love. “It feels right, doesn’t it? Like we’re building something new. Not just for us, but for the baby too.”

Ji-ah, having completed her task with the blanket, moved on to the next thing that caught her eye—a plush teddy bear. She hugged it tightly to her chest, holding it out to you with a proud look on her face. “Baby,” she said, holding up the bear like it was the most precious thing in the world.

You took the bear from her hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yes, this is for the baby,” you said, your voice soft as you placed it in the crib next to the blankets she had arranged. “Thank you for helping, sweetie.”

Ji-ah giggled and nodded, clearly enjoying the attention she was getting for her efforts. Your husband finished assembling the baby rocker and stood up, wiping his hands on his pants as he joined the two of you. He looked at the room with a sense of pride.

“It’s coming together,” he said, his voice full of pride. “It feels like we’re really preparing for something amazing.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “we are. And Ji-ah is going to be such a good big sister.”

Ji-ah, seemingly understanding that she had done something important, ran over to her father with a wide grin. “Big sister!” she declared again, pointing proudly to herself and then at the crib.

Your husband laughed and scooped her up into his arms. “That’s right, Ji-ah. You’re going to be a great big sister.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before turning his gaze back to you. “And we’re going to be great parents to both of them.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude. “We already are.”

With the nursery almost complete, you decided to take a break. You and your husband sat down together, Ji-ah nestled between you both, her small hands resting on your belly as she gazed at the crib with wide eyes.

“It’s hard to believe it’s almost time,” your husband said softly, his voice filled with wonder. “It feels like just yesterday we were preparing for Ji-ah’s arrival.”

You smiled at him, your hand gently caressing your belly. “And now we’re preparing for another little one,” you said, your voice soft but full of excitement. “It feels like our family is growing so quickly.”

Ji-ah, sensing the quiet moment between you and her father, looked up at you both and grinned. “Big sister!” she said, her little voice carrying across the room.

You chuckled and pulled her close. “Yes, Ji-ah, you’re going to be the best big sister ever.”

With the nursery now ready, you felt a deep sense of contentment. You and your husband had come a long way, and with Ji-ah by your side, you knew that the love and joy in your family would only continue to grow. The nursery, once just a room, was now a place of hope, a place where the future of your family would unfold, one precious moment at a time.

And as you looked around the room, with your husband and your daughter by your side, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly grateful for the life you had built together. It wasn’t always easy, but it was always worth it.

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Chapter Sixteen: Uncle’s Day

The news of your growing family had brought an unexpected warmth to the estate, and as the days went by, the atmosphere seemed to lighten even more. Ji-ah, ever the curious toddler, was in her own world of excitement—clad in her “Big Sister” shirt and constantly sharing the news with everyone around her. She had yet to fully grasp the concept of what being a big sister meant, but her infectious joy had everyone smiling.

Today was no different. You and your husband had decided to visit the guards once again, not just to check in, but to let Ji-ah have some more fun with the people she had come to know. You were nearing the end of your pregnancy, and though you were tired, the thought of seeing how the guards had warmed up to your growing family filled you with a sense of contentment. They had all seen the change in you since Ji-ah had entered your lives—and now, the addition of another baby was creating an undeniable ripple of joy.

Ji-ah, her energy as boundless as ever, skipped along beside you. You had dressed her in a playful, brightly-colored dress today, and she had insisted on wearing her “Big Sister” shirt once more. Her excitement was impossible to contain as she bounced around, pointing out everything that caught her eye.

“Uncle!” she exclaimed, pointing to one of the guards she’d become familiar with. The guard, a tall man with a stoic expression, looked down at her with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“Uncle?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He hadn’t exactly been expecting to be addressed this way, but there was no mistaking the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Ji-ah nodded eagerly, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes. “Uncle! Big sister!” she repeated, as if that was the only explanation she needed.

The guard’s posture softened, and he chuckled. “Uncle, huh?” he said, kneeling down to her level. “Well, I guess that means I’m your uncle now.”

Ji-ah beamed at him, delighted by the idea of calling him “Uncle.” She ran to another guard she recognized, her tiny voice calling out again. “Uncle! Uncle!”

The second guard, a bit younger but equally surprised by Ji-ah’s newfound terminology, crouched down to meet her at eye level. “Looks like I’m an uncle too now,” he said, smiling at her. “What a title.”

You watched with a smile, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as Ji-ah continued her self-appointed task of turning all the guards into “Uncles.” It was a bit strange to hear, especially considering the severity of their work, but it felt like a natural extension of the connection Ji-ah had with them. They had seen her grow from a newborn to the vibrant, playful child she was now, and in her eyes, they weren’t just guards—they were family.

“Uncle!” Ji-ah called out again, this time pointing to another guard who was standing a little farther away. This particular guard had always been one of the more reserved ones, but even he couldn’t resist the charm of Ji-ah’s enthusiasm.

“Me?” he asked, looking down at her in surprise. “Uncle too?”

Ji-ah nodded, her face filled with earnest conviction. “Uncle! Big sister!”

The guard chuckled, his expression softening. “Alright, I guess I’m an uncle now too.”

As Ji-ah continued to bounce around, calling every guard she knew “Uncle,” you noticed a few others had started to gather around, drawn in by her infectious excitement. Some were still standing a bit at a distance, unsure of how to respond to the title she was giving them, while others were enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere she had created.

Your husband, watching from a little ways off, chuckled to himself. “Looks like Ji-ah’s making quite an impression on the guards,” he said, his voice filled with affection.

You nodded, your hand gently resting on your growing belly. “She’s so full of joy. It’s impossible not to smile when she’s around.”

One of the older guards, who had always been the most serious of the bunch, stepped forward and observed the scene with a rare softening of his expression. “Uncle, huh?” he said with a slight smile. “That’s quite the title.”

Ji-ah, now running in circles, stopped suddenly and pointed to him, her face lighting up. “Uncle!”

The guard let out a quiet chuckle, clearly touched by the unexpected affection from the little girl. “Well, I suppose I’m ‘Uncle’ now too,” he said, a rare warmth in his voice.

As the guards gathered around, Ji-ah continued to spread her infectious joy, calling each one “Uncle” in turn. The more she did it, the more the guards seemed to relax, caught up in the lightheartedness of it all. Even the Frontman, who had quietly entered the room without much fanfare, couldn’t help but look on with a slight smile as Ji-ah ran from one guard to the next, her little voice ringing out as she made sure no one was left out.

You smiled at the sight of it all. It was hard to believe that, not so long ago, this place had been a world of cold efficiency and detached authority. Now, there was a sense of community, one that had been brought about by a small child who saw the good in everyone. Ji-ah’s innocent joy had worked wonders in this place, softening the hard edges of the guards who had once been nothing more than faceless enforcers.

And now, with a baby on the way, it felt like your family had truly created something here—something that went beyond the roles they played in the world outside. They weren’t just guards anymore. They were “Uncles.” They were part of the family, and Ji-ah had made sure of it.

“Thank you,” you said softly to your husband, taking his hand in yours as you watched Ji-ah continue to spread her love. “She’s brought more to us than we could have ever imagined.”

Your husband smiled, his eyes filled with pride. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us.”

As the day went on, Ji-ah’s joyful declarations of “Uncle!” continued to ring out, and even the most serious of the guards couldn’t help but chuckle at her. By the time you left, you had no doubt that Ji-ah’s unique brand of love and happiness had made an impression on everyone, from the Frontman to the youngest of the guards.

And as you walked out of the estate, your heart was full, knowing that your growing family was surrounded by not just love, but an unexpected bond that would last forever.

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The news that you and your husband had been carrying for months had finally reached the Frontman, but now it was time to share it with the other guards. You knew that while they may be used to hearing orders and commands, this was different—this was a moment of joy, a moment of new beginnings. The atmosphere was lighter today, and you hoped the other guards would share in that same excitement.

Ji-ah, still wearing her "Big Sister" shirt, was practically bouncing with energy as you and your husband made your way to the main hall, where many of the guards were stationed. Some were performing their usual duties, while others were conversing amongst themselves in quiet tones. It wasn’t often that you and your husband visited in this manner, especially without a particular agenda, so it was clear that something was different about today.

As you approached the group, Ji-ah’s excited voice was the first to be heard. “Big sister!” she announced proudly, pointing to her shirt for everyone to see. The guards paused at the sound of her voice, some of them glancing up with curious expressions, while others simply looked at each other in confusion.

One of the guards, who had known you both for a while, stepped forward with a raised eyebrow. “What’s this about ‘Big Sister’?” he asked, his tone light but curious.

You smiled, exchanging a glance with your husband before answering. “Well, Ji-ah’s going to be a big sister. We’re expecting another baby,” you said, your voice filled with warmth and happiness.

There was a brief silence as the guards processed the information. It wasn’t often that something as personal as this was shared with them, and the news caught many of them by surprise. Ji-ah, sensing the attention, ran up to one of the guards she had become familiar with. “Big sister!” she repeated, tugging at his sleeve with a big grin on her face.

The guard crouched down, looking at her shirt, then back at you. “Wait… you're having another baby?” His surprise was clear, but there was also a hint of genuine joy in his eyes. “Congratulations!”

Other guards nearby began to murmur among themselves, their curiosity piqued. One guard who had been working in the background approached, his expression unreadable at first, but as he saw Ji-ah's joyful excitement, his lips curved slightly in what could almost be called a smile.

“Another one?” he asked, his tone softer than usual. “That’s… that’s good news.”

Ji-ah ran around excitedly, showing everyone her shirt. “Big sister!” she said again, as if it were a declaration. She was too young to fully understand, but the joy in her face was contagious.

You and your husband stood there, smiling as the guards began to share in the excitement, some offering congratulations, others simply nodding in approval. It was strange, seeing these hardened individuals who rarely showed any sign of emotion begin to soften at the news. Ji-ah, with her innocence and excitement, had managed to break through in ways that no one else could.

“Seems like your family is growing faster than expected,” one of the older guards said, his voice filled with a kind of warmth that was rare for him. He clapped your husband on the back, offering a genuine smile. “Congratulations, really.”

Your husband chuckled, grateful for the unexpected show of support. “Thank you. We’re excited. Ji-ah is already looking forward to being a big sister.”

Ji-ah, still bouncing with energy, ran up to one of the younger guards, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Big sister!” she said again, this time pointing to her shirt.

The young guard, who had never interacted much with Ji-ah before, looked down at her in surprise. “You’re a big sister?” he asked, kneeling down to her level, his eyes softening. “Well, congratulations, I guess.”

Ji-ah beamed at him, nodding vigorously. “Big sister!”

The guards continued to gather around, now fully caught up in the excitement. It wasn’t often they had a reason to celebrate, and you could see the camaraderie between them forming, even if it was over something as simple as a child’s announcement. In a place where silence and order reigned supreme, this moment felt like a breath of fresh air.

One of the guards, who had always been a little more distant, crossed his arms and nodded in approval. “Good for you two,” he said. “A family is… important.”

Your husband gave him a knowing look. “Yes, it is.”

Ji-ah, growing tired of running around, turned back toward you and your husband, her arms outstretched as she made her way back. “Mama! Dada!” she called, her little feet carrying her toward you.

You crouched down to her level, taking her into your arms. “You’re going to be a great big sister,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

The guards watched the scene unfold, some with smiles, others with their usual unreadable expressions. But there was no denying that something had shifted in the room—something that went beyond orders or masks.

As you and your husband shared this special moment with your daughter, you realized that even in a place like this, there was room for joy and connection. And maybe, just maybe, Ji-ah’s innocence had brought a little light into the lives of these men who rarely showed their softer sides.

When it was time to leave, the guards offered their congratulations one last time, some even wishing you and your family well as you made your way out.

As you walked down the hallway, Ji-ah’s small hand clutching yours, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. Not just for your growing family, but for the unexpected moments of joy that had brought everyone together—mask or no mask.

And as the door to the estate closed behind you, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter for your family—and for the guards, too.

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Chapter Fourteen: The Big News

The news you had been carrying for months was now ready to be shared, and you couldn’t think of a better person to tell than the Frontman. While he had always remained distant, you knew that Ji-ah’s presence in his life had softened something within him. The unspoken bond between the two of them had developed over time, and you couldn’t wait to see his reaction to the news that he would soon have another little one to keep an eye on.

You and your husband had planned it out carefully. Ji-ah was excited, too. She didn’t quite understand the significance of the announcement, but the thought of seeing her “grandpa” again always filled her with joy. She had been wearing her “Big Sister” shirt all day, her excitement bubbling over, and now it was time to head to the Frontman’s estate to share the surprise.

The drive was filled with quiet anticipation. Ji-ah sat in her car seat, humming happily to herself, occasionally pointing out things she recognized along the way. You and your husband exchanged glances, both of you holding your breath, wondering how the Frontman would react.

When you arrived at the Frontman’s estate, the usual quietness of the place was present, though today there was an added sense of excitement in the air. Ji-ah, bouncing in her seat, was the first to break the silence. “Grandpa!” she called out, her little hands pressing against the window in excitement.

You laughed softly. “Yes, sweetheart, we’re going to see Grandpa,” you said, unbuckling her from the car seat. She practically leapt out of the car, eager to see him again.

Your husband held Ji-ah’s hand as the three of you walked toward the door. The guards nodded respectfully as you approached, stepping aside to let you in without question. You were a familiar face around here, and today felt like a special kind of visit.

When you reached the front door, you knocked, and as usual, the door opened to reveal a guard. “You’re here to see the Frontman?”

You nodded. “Yes, we have something to tell him,” your voice was full of excitement, and the guard noticed.

“Of course, right this way,” he said, leading you through the familiar halls.

As you made your way down the long corridors, Ji-ah tugged on her father’s hand, bouncing with her usual energy. “Grandpa, Grandpa!” she chirped, her little feet pattering faster as she pulled him along.

Your husband chuckled. “Alright, sweetheart, we’re almost there.”

The door to the Frontman’s office opened, and there he stood, just as imposing as ever, his mask in place, his presence commanding the room. He had been hard at work, but when he saw you and Ji-ah, he paused, his eyes flickering for a brief moment before he straightened himself.

"You're here," he said, his tone neutral, but there was something in his voice that hinted at curiosity. He took a step toward you, his attention drawn immediately to Ji-ah. "How are you, Ji-ah?"

Ji-ah immediately ran up to him, her tiny hands lifting toward him with the unmistakable word on her lips: “Grandpa!” She giggled as she reached for him, her shirt proudly displaying the words “Big Sister” in bold letters.

The Frontman raised an eyebrow, surprised by the enthusiasm in her voice. His gaze softened just a little as he crouched down to her level, eyes scanning the shirt she wore.

“Big sister?” he repeated, his voice low but with an almost intrigued edge. He looked up at you and your husband, his mask not betraying much, but you could see the flicker of surprise beneath his stoic demeanor.

You smiled, watching the Frontman’s reaction. “Yes,” you said softly, your voice filled with warmth. “Ji-ah is going to be a big sister. We’re expecting another baby.”

The room seemed to fall quiet for a brief moment. The Frontman was silent, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the news. It was as if the weight of the announcement had taken a moment to settle in, and his usual calm composure wavered just the slightest bit.

“You’re… expecting?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, though it held an undertone of genuine curiosity. He looked back down at Ji-ah, her excitement still radiating from her as she bounced around happily.

You nodded. “Yes, another baby. Ji-ah will have a little brother or sister soon.”

Ji-ah, still beaming, ran over to you and pulled at your sleeve. “Mama! Baby!” she said with a grin, as if the idea of having a baby in the family was the most exciting thing in the world.

The Frontman looked down at her again, a rare, fleeting smile almost imperceptible behind his mask. His eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw something more than the usual hardened demeanor he often carried.

"Congratulations," he said, the words sounding almost surreal coming from him, as if the news had truly surprised him. His gaze lingered on Ji-ah, the thought of her becoming a big sister clearly having a profound effect on him.

“Thank you,” your husband said, his voice full of pride and happiness. “We wanted to share the news with you first. We know you’ve always been part of Ji-ah’s life.”

Ji-ah, still so eager to show him her excitement, ran back up to him, her arms outstretched as if to get him to pick her up. “Grandpa! Pick up!”

The Frontman hesitated for a moment, clearly caught off guard by her energy and the unspoken bond between them. But then, with a quiet, almost reluctant sigh, he bent down, his large hands gently lifting Ji-ah into his arms.

“Big sister,” he said quietly, holding her close as she giggled, clearly pleased with herself for getting him to pick her up.

You and your husband watched the scene unfold in front of you. It was rare for the Frontman to show any form of tenderness, but there was something about Ji-ah’s innocence and her excitement that seemed to unlock a hidden warmth in him.

“Well, it seems you’ll be keeping busy soon,” the Frontman said, his voice softer than usual. "Another child… it’s a new chapter."

You smiled, grateful that Ji-ah’s infectious energy had reached him in ways words couldn’t. “Yes, and we’re so happy to be able to share this with you.”

The Frontman, still holding Ji-ah, looked up at you both. “You’ve made the right choice,” he said simply, his voice steady again. “A child brings more than just responsibility. It brings something… more."

You nodded, understanding what he meant. Despite his reserved nature, there was no mistaking the unspoken truth in his words.

As Ji-ah settled into his arms, looking up at him with trust and affection, the Frontman allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to form beneath his mask. For just a moment, he wasn’t the stern, enigmatic figure who had controlled everything with an iron grip. He was just a man holding a child—Ji-ah, a girl who had changed something in him.

It was a new beginning, not just for your family, but for him too.

And as the minutes passed, filled with the laughter of a child and the quiet murmurs of a father sharing his joy, you knew that no matter what happened, this family would continue to grow—stronger, together, and forever changing the lives of those who entered it. Even someone like the Frontman.

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Chapter Thirteen: Big Sister Surprise

It had been months since Ji-ah's last surprise visit to the Frontman, and in that time, you and your husband had been blessed with more happiness than you ever thought possible. Your family had grown even more, with a new little life on the way. You were now several months pregnant, and though the pregnancy was a bit more challenging than your first, you were overjoyed with the thought of Ji-ah having a sibling.

As the weeks passed, Ji-ah had grown into a curious toddler, always exploring, learning new words, and becoming more independent. She was a bundle of energy, and you knew she would be a wonderful big sister. You couldn’t wait to share the news with her—and with her father.

You’d been working on a special surprise, something you knew would make your husband smile. You had decided to make Ji-ah a little shirt to wear—one that would announce she was going to be a big sister. You had stitched it by hand, and the design was simple yet perfect: a soft, pastel-colored shirt with the words “Big Sister” written in bold, cheerful letters.

“Are you ready for the big reveal?” you asked Ji-ah as she played with her toys on the floor, oblivious to what was coming.

She looked up at you, her big eyes filled with curiosity. “What, Mama?”

You giggled softly and walked over to her, gently lifting her up. “Come on, sweetheart, it’s time to show Daddy.”

Ji-ah didn’t quite understand just yet, but she could sense the excitement in the air. You slipped the little shirt over her head and gave her a gentle spin. She looked down at herself, her eyes widening as she saw the words “Big Sister” on her shirt. A big smile spread across her face.

“Big sister?” Ji-ah said, pointing at the shirt and then looking up at you, her face lighting up with excitement. “Mama, Dada? Big sister?”

You nodded, bending down to her level. “Yes, sweetheart. You’re going to be a big sister. We’re going to have a new baby in the family soon.”

Her little face lit up, a mixture of joy and wonder on her tiny features. “Baby!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Baby, Mama!”

You smiled, so proud of her for understanding, even if just a little. “Yes, a baby. And you’re going to be the best big sister ever.”

Just then, you heard the familiar sound of your husband’s footsteps coming toward the living room. He was home early, as planned, and you knew he would be thrilled to see the surprise.

“Guess who’s back?” you called out softly to Ji-ah, knowing she would run straight to him with excitement.

Your husband stepped into the room, and before he could even say anything, Ji-ah ran up to him, her little legs moving as quickly as they could manage. “Daddy! Big sister!” she exclaimed, lifting her arms as if to show him her shirt.

He paused for a moment, a look of confusion crossing his face. He looked down at Ji-ah, then back up at you, trying to process what was happening.

You smiled, waiting for the moment to sink in. “Do you see what she’s wearing, honey?” you asked gently.

He bent down to her level, his eyes flickering with a soft, surprised recognition as he read the words “Big Sister” on Ji-ah’s shirt. A wave of realization hit him, and his face broke into a smile—one of pure, uncontainable joy.

“You’re going to be a big sister?” he asked Ji-ah, his voice almost in disbelief as he pulled her close to his chest.

Ji-ah nodded enthusiastically, her smile so wide that it lit up the entire room. “Big sister!” she said again, giggling as she wrapped her little arms around him.

Your husband’s expression softened as he looked up at you, his heart clearly full. “A new baby?” he whispered, still trying to process the news. He had always wanted more children, but this was the surprise of a lifetime.

You nodded, your smile as bright as his. “Yes, a new baby. Ji-ah is going to have a little sibling.”

For a moment, there was silence. The kind of peaceful silence that comes after a joyous revelation. Then, without warning, your husband let out a laugh—a soft, yet genuine sound that filled the room with warmth.

“That’s amazing,” he said, still holding Ji-ah in his arms. “I’m going to be a dad again. I can’t believe it.”

You walked over to him, placing your hand gently on his arm. “I thought we could share the news with the Frontman, too. He’s always been so kind to us, and I think he’d be happy to know.”

He smiled at you, nodding. “Absolutely. He’d be honored.”

Ji-ah, still excited, looked from one parent to the other. “Baby!” she said again, as if reminding both of you what was coming.

Your husband chuckled, his heart swelling with love. “Yes, sweetheart. A baby. And you’re going to be the best big sister.”

The three of you stood there for a moment, basking in the joy of the news. Ji-ah had no idea what it all meant yet, but she was already excited about the idea of being a big sister. As for you and your husband, you were both filled with a sense of peace and excitement about the new chapter that was opening for your family.

“Let’s tell the Frontman soon,” your husband said, breaking the silence. “He’s going to be thrilled to hear this news.”

You smiled, nodding in agreement. “Yes, let’s.”

It was a moment that felt like it would last forever—the three of you, together, knowing that your family was growing in more ways than one. And as Ji-ah proudly wore her “Big Sister” shirt, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this beautiful, unexpected journey you were all on.

And you knew, without a doubt, that no matter how many masks the world put on or how hard life might get, your family would always find a way to share their love, even in the most unexpected of ways.

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Behind the Mask: A Family’s Promise

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Chapter Twelve: A Surprise Visit to Grandpa

It was an unusual, yet somehow peaceful morning at the house. You and your husband had discussed it quietly the night before—today would be the day. Ji-ah had grown so much, and it had been some time since she’d seen the Frontman, who, in his own way, had become like a grandfather figure to her. It was a quiet relationship, one built on moments rather than words, but you could tell that Ji-ah felt an undeniable connection with him.

You and your husband decided it was time for a surprise visit. There was no need for much explanation or warning; the Frontman didn’t usually show emotions, but Ji-ah’s energy was always a bright contrast to his stoic demeanor. You hoped that seeing her today would bring a smile to his hidden face, even if he would never admit it.

“Are you sure about this?” your husband asked as you both packed Ji-ah’s little bag with snacks, a favorite toy, and a few extra diapers. “I mean, we’re just dropping her off?”

“Just a quick visit,” you said, glancing down at your daughter. Ji-ah was clinging to your leg, staring up at you with wide, excited eyes. “She’ll be fine. It’s not like we’re leaving her for long, but I’m sure he’ll enjoy seeing her.”

Your husband chuckled. “Well, let’s hope he’s ready for her. She’s getting quicker on her feet, and I have a feeling she’s going to surprise him.”

Ji-ah’s tiny voice interrupted, “Mama, Dada! Go!”

You smiled, watching her tug at her clothes in anticipation. It was rare for Ji-ah to be this energetic early in the morning, but something told you today would be a good day for a surprise.

The drive was quick, the atmosphere light and calm. When you arrived at the Frontman’s estate, you could already feel the heavy presence of his domain, his guards scattered in the distance as usual. They nodded at you respectfully as you passed, knowing exactly where you were heading.

“You ready, sweetie?” you asked Ji-ah, who was already wriggling in your arms, eager to get out of the car. She looked up at you, a huge smile spreading across her face.

“Go, Mama! Go, Dada!” she exclaimed, pointing toward the door.

You shared a knowing glance with your husband. “Let’s go, then.”

You both walked toward the front door, Ji-ah’s tiny hand clutched tightly in yours, as you knocked on the grand entrance. The door opened to reveal a guard, who gave you a polite nod. “You’re here for the Frontman?”

“Yes,” you replied, a smile playing on your lips. “We’re just stopping by for a bit.”

The guard stepped aside, allowing you to enter. The interior of the mansion was just as you remembered—quiet, orderly, yet almost intimidating in its vastness. You walked down the long hallway toward the large office where the Frontman usually spent his time.

When you arrived at the door, you knocked softly. There was a moment of silence before the sound of footsteps echoed from inside. The door creaked open, revealing the Frontman, standing in his signature dark suit, his face hidden behind the mask, as always.

“Ah, you’re here,” he said in his usual low, controlled voice. But today, there was something different in his tone, as though he sensed the unexpected arrival. He stepped aside, motioning for you to enter.

“We thought we’d bring Ji-ah to visit,” you said, your voice warm as you stepped inside with Ji-ah still held securely in your arms.

The Frontman nodded, his expression unreadable as always. But you noticed the faint shift in his posture when Ji-ah peeked over your shoulder and saw him standing there.

“Mama! Dada! Grandpa!” Ji-ah squealed suddenly, her tiny feet shifting in your arms as she leaned toward him.

The Frontman froze for a moment. His head tilted slightly as his gaze met Ji-ah’s, and for the briefest moment, you thought you saw something flicker beneath his mask—something almost like surprise, though you couldn’t be sure.

Ji-ah wiggled out of your arms as you set her down, her little legs immediately taking off toward him. She toddled across the room with wobbly steps, her voice filled with joy.

“Grandpa!” she called, repeating the word excitedly as she neared him.

The Frontman, who hadn’t been aware of Ji-ah’s growing independence, stood still, watching her, his eyes widening ever so slightly. He had no idea she had started walking—last time he saw her, she was still crawling around, so to see her taking these unsteady steps toward him caught him completely by surprise.

His hand instinctively reached out to catch her before she could topple over, but for a brief moment, his usual stoic composure wavered. He looked down at Ji-ah, then back up at you and your husband, as if searching for an explanation.

Ji-ah wobbled closer, her tiny feet unsteady but determined. “Grandpa!” she called again, giggling as she stretched her hands out to him.

Without thinking, the Frontman bent down slightly, still clearly in shock, and reached out his arms—more to steady her than to embrace her at first.

Ji-ah grinned up at him, her little hands reaching for his leg before she gave a small jump into his embrace. She wasn’t worried at all; she was simply thrilled to see him.

For a moment, the Frontman froze completely, but then, something you had never expected happened. He slowly adjusted his hold on Ji-ah, pulling her closer as if to steady her—and, for a split second, you could see the faintest softening in his posture, the tiniest shift beneath the mask.

Ji-ah, oblivious to the surprise she had caused, giggled and gave him a tight squeeze around his arm. “Grandpa!” she said again, clearly proud of her newfound ability to walk.

“You— you’re walking now?” The Frontman’s voice was quieter than usual, almost disbelieving.

Ji-ah nodded enthusiastically, a wide grin on her face. “Walk! Walk, Grandpa!” she exclaimed, bouncing in his arms.

You smiled, watching the interaction with a mix of amusement and warmth. “She started walking just last week,” you said softly, your voice filled with a quiet pride. “We didn’t expect it to be so soon, but she’s really growing up fast.”

The Frontman nodded slowly, still processing the unexpected moment. “She… surprises me,” he murmured, his voice more open than usual, though his mask betrayed none of the emotions beneath. He carefully lowered Ji-ah back to the ground, and she immediately started to take a few more steps, her confidence growing with each one.

Ji-ah looked up at him, eyes wide with excitement. “Walk, Grandpa!” she called, motioning for him to follow.

The Frontman hesitated for a moment, then, as if deciding something, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s see.”

And with that, the stoic figure who had never shown any public tenderness or care for anyone other than his duty found himself taking slow steps after Ji-ah. Her little legs moved so quickly, and she called out, “Come, Grandpa! Come!” She waddled around the room, her laughter ringing out like music.

The Frontman followed her at a careful pace, still slightly stunned by the change in Ji-ah. As she led him around the room, her giggles echoing, you and your husband watched with quiet smiles. It was a simple, yet beautiful moment—one that you would cherish forever.

You leaned against the doorframe, exchanging a knowing look with your husband. “She’s got him wrapped around her little finger,” you whispered, feeling the warmth of the moment.

Your husband chuckled softly. “Looks like she has a way with everyone.”

As Ji-ah reached the far side of the room, she turned to him again, holding her arms up for a hug. “Grandpa, hug!” she requested with that pure, innocent enthusiasm that only a child could possess.

The Frontman looked down at her, and for a moment, you saw something you hadn’t expected: a softening, a warmth in the way he carefully leaned down to wrap his arms around her.

“Alright,” he said quietly, “a hug.”

The rare tenderness was there again, fleeting but undeniably real. And in that moment, you felt a sense of peace, knowing that Ji-ah had brought out something in the Frontman that even he hadn’t expected—something more than just a connection; it was a bond built on the simplest of gestures, one that no mask could hide.

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Chapter Eleven: A Baby’s Steps and Many Guards

The evening was quiet, save for the soft hum of the lights overhead and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves outside. You and your husband had decided to take the rare opportunity for a night out, knowing that Ji-ah would be in good hands with the guards. It was a chance to unwind, to enjoy each other’s company away from the whirlwind of parenthood.

The guards were no strangers to Ji-ah by now. They had all gotten used to the tiny giggles, the clumsy crawling, and even the times when she babbled in their direction, as though trying to share her day. Tonight, however, there was a twist—you’d left Ji-ah with not just one guard, but several. They were to take turns, making sure everything went smoothly.

As you and your husband prepared to leave, you could see the guards gathering in the living room, exchanging glances at the small, playful child who was busy with her toys. You weren’t worried, though; the guards had grown to care for Ji-ah in their own way, even if their stoic expressions remained hidden behind their masks.

“Is she ready?” your husband asked, looking over at the guards, who were standing in a loose formation around the room.

One of the guards nodded slightly. “She’s calm for now,” he said in his deep, soft voice. “We’ll keep her entertained.”

You smiled. “Thank you. Just keep an eye on her. We’ll be back soon.”

Ji-ah, perched on the rug with a pile of colorful blocks scattered around her, turned toward the group of guards. Her tiny eyes widened as she saw them, and a giggle bubbled out of her mouth. “Mama! Dada!” she called, waving her hands toward the door, as if she knew you were about to leave.

Your heart softened. “We’ll be back soon, little one,” you promised, kissing her cheek before walking out the door.

As the door clicked shut, the guards were left standing in the living room, each one seemingly unsure of what to do next. They weren’t accustomed to caring for a child, but over the months, they had all become a little more familiar with the routine.

Ji-ah looked up at the group of guards and grinned, her chubby hands reaching out to grab the nearest block. The silence in the room was broken by her giggles as she tried to stack the blocks, but they kept falling over. One of the guards, a tall figure with a dark mask, knelt down beside her.

“Let me help,” he said quietly, extending his hand to steady the tower of blocks.

Ji-ah’s eyes lit up, and she reached for his hand, her small fingers curling around his gloved fingers. “More!” she said, her voice still soft and thick with baby babble.

A second guard, standing a little further away, observed the interaction. He couldn’t help but smile slightly beneath his mask. There was something endearing about how Ji-ah was able to bring out a gentler side of them all. Another guard, a bit more reserved, moved closer, watching with interest.

“Should we play a game?” the third guard asked, his voice more hesitant than the others. He wasn’t sure how best to interact with Ji-ah, but seeing her so excited and engaged made him feel more at ease.

Ji-ah looked up at them and squealed, her tiny legs kicking in excitement. “Walk!” she shouted, her tiny hands stretching toward them.

The guards shared a look—was she asking them to help her walk?

One of them, the guard who had watched her take her first step earlier that week, took a cautious step forward. “You want to walk, Ji-ah?” he asked, his tone softer than usual.

Ji-ah giggled, nodding vigorously. “Walk, walk!” she repeated.

They were all taken aback. Ji-ah had barely started walking on her own, but now she was insisting on it. Slowly, one of the guards—who had been particularly distant before—held out his arms. “Alright, let’s see,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

Ji-ah immediately took a step toward him, wobbling slightly but growing more confident with every movement. The guards watched in awe as the little one tottered over to the outstretched hands, her feet light on the ground, each step a sign of her growing independence.

She reached him with a triumphant grin, and the guard lifted her into his arms, his expression softening. “You’re walking, little one,” he said quietly.

Ji-ah babbled happily, reaching out to another guard in the room. “More!” she said, her tiny hands pointing toward another one of them.

One of the other guards—a tall, silent one who had remained standing nearby—stepped forward hesitantly, his gloved hands reaching out to catch Ji-ah as she took another step. To his surprise, she did it without hesitation, her eyes sparkling with joy as she moved from one guard to the next.

It was a moment of unexpected connection—Ji-ah walking across the room from guard to guard, each one more amazed than the last. As she made her way across the floor, the guards looked on, marveling at how far she had come in such a short time.

Ji-ah reached the final guard and giggled, her small hands stretching toward him, eager for more attention.

The guards stood there, a little stunned, watching her. Despite the tough, military-like training they’d all been through, there was a shared sense of pride and fondness in their gaze. Ji-ah, their tiny and unexpected charge, had somehow worked her way into all of their hearts.

When you and your husband returned later that evening, you were greeted with the sight of Ji-ah happily nestled in the arms of one of the guards, who was gently rocking her to sleep. The rest of the guards were sitting nearby, content to watch over her while she drifted off.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Ji-ah had not only surprised them with her first steps but had formed connections with them, bringing out sides of the guards that you hadn’t seen before.

“She’s something else,” your husband whispered, watching the scene unfold.

You nodded, feeling your heart swell with pride and love for both Ji-ah and the unexpected bond she had created with the guards. “She really is.”

And as the night came to a close, it was clear that these guards—silent, stoic, and mysterious—had become a quiet family of their own, with Ji-ah at the center of it all.

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The Fight for Family

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The night of the fight had arrived, and the air in the arena was thick with anticipation. Geon Woo’s heart pounded in his chest as he stood in the locker room, donning his gloves and trunks, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. The title he had been chasing for so long was within his reach, but something else was at the forefront of his mind—the ones who mattered the most.

Y/N. His baby. Their future.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his face bruised from weeks of sparring, his body aching from the relentless training. But none of that mattered. He was ready. Ready to give everything for the family he had promised to protect.

His manager’s voice came through the door, a sharp knock followed by a brief, “Geon Woo, it’s almost time. You’re up.”

Geon Woo took a deep breath, looking one last time at the framed picture of Y/N and their baby on the bench beside him. He smiled softly, knowing that, no matter what happened, they would always be his driving force.

When the door opened, Woo Jin stood there, his expression serious but supportive. "You got this," he said, giving Geon Woo a pat on the back. "You’ve trained for this. You’ve fought for this."

Geon Woo nodded, the weight of the moment pressing down on him, but he wasn’t afraid. Not anymore.

The Fight Begins

The arena roared as Geon Woo made his way to the ring. The crowd was a blur of faces and flashing lights, but his focus was singular. At the other end of the ring, his opponent—a towering, muscle-bound boxer known for his aggressive style—stood, waiting with a fierce, intimidating gaze.

Geon Woo’s opponent’s eyes locked onto him, sizing him up with a confident smirk. The bell rang, signaling the start of the first round.

With the sound of the bell still ringing in his ears, Geon Woo surged forward, his body moving like a well-oiled machine. The crowd’s cheers were deafening, but it was as if everything around him had faded into the background. He could hear Y/N’s voice in his head, her words echoing like a lifeline.

“We’re proud of you. Whatever happens, we’re proud of you.”

Each punch he threw carried the weight of his family’s love. Each move was a testament to the promise he had made to them. The sweat poured down his face as his opponent landed a few solid blows, but Geon Woo didn’t falter. He had endured harder punches in his life. He had fought through worse than this.

But then, in the midst of a flurry of fists, he felt it. A flash of pain. His ribs. His opponent had landed a solid strike, and Geon Woo’s breath hitched in his chest. The pain was sharp, but he didn’t slow down. He couldn’t afford to.

He had a family to protect.

The Turning Point

Round after round, the fight wore on, and Geon Woo’s body began to betray him. His movements were slower, his punches less precise, and his opponent was relentless, pressing his advantage with every blow. The crowd’s roars grew louder, a constant reminder of the stakes.

In the corner of the ring, Geon Woo could see Woo Jin shouting words of encouragement, but it was Y/N’s face that filled his mind. He imagined her standing there, holding their baby, watching him with love in her eyes. The memory of their last moment together before he entered the ring—her holding him close, her whispered promise that everything would be okay—gave him strength when he thought he couldn’t go on.

But then, a sharp cry cut through the noise of the crowd.

“Papa!”

Geon Woo froze for a split second, the sound of his baby’s voice piercing through the pain and exhaustion. He turned, his heart racing as his eyes searched the crowd. Through the sea of faces, he spotted Y/N holding their baby in her arms, a proud, loving smile on her face.

The baby’s tiny hand waved toward him, and again, they shouted, louder this time, “Papa!”

That simple word, that pure cry of love, hit Geon Woo like a bolt of lightning. It was everything he needed. It was all the motivation he’d been waiting for. His body was breaking down, but his spirit ignited.

With a primal roar, Geon Woo lunged forward, his body moving with a speed and precision that took even his opponent by surprise. The crowd went wild as he landed a devastating series of blows—one after another—his fists connecting with his opponent’s face and ribs.

It was no longer about the title. It was no longer about the fame or the glory. It was about his family. His promise to them.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and Geon Woo staggered back to his corner, bloodied and bruised, but with a fire in his eyes. His ribs burned with each breath, but he didn’t feel the pain anymore. He had something greater to fight for.

Y/N’s face. His baby’s laugh. The warmth of home.

The Final Round

The final round came too quickly, and Geon Woo was running on fumes. His muscles ached, his vision blurred, but he knew he couldn’t stop. The fight wasn’t over. Not yet.

His opponent, now battered and bruised, staggered to his feet, equally worn out but determined to finish it. The referee signaled for the last round to begin.

Geon Woo was the first to charge. His opponent swung, but Geon Woo was faster, dodging the blow and landing a heavy hit to his midsection. His opponent grunted, staggering back, but he didn’t give up. They exchanged blows, each punch stronger than the last, and the crowd’s cheers reached a fever pitch.

In the final moments, Geon Woo saw his opening. His opponent was slowing down, his defenses dropping. With one last burst of energy, Geon Woo ducked under a wild punch and delivered a knockout blow to his opponent’s jaw.

The crowd gasped as the opponent hit the canvas, the referee rushing in to count.

“One… two… three…!”

The bell rang, and the referee raised Geon Woo’s hand in the air.

Geon Woo had done it. He had won. He had secured the title, but more importantly, he had proven that his greatest strength wasn’t his fists. It was his love for his family.

The Aftermath

As the crowd erupted in applause, Geon Woo staggered to the ropes, gasping for breath. His body was a battlefield of bruises and cuts, but his heart was light. The title was his, but it felt secondary.

Y/N rushed to the ring, their baby in her arms, and as soon as Geon Woo saw them, his exhaustion melted away. He reached down, taking his baby in his arms and pressing a gentle kiss to their tiny forehead.

“You did it, Papa!” Y/N said, her voice thick with emotion.

Geon Woo smiled, his heart full. “No… we did it,” he whispered, looking at her with love. “This is for you. For us.”

The moment felt suspended in time, as if the world had faded into the background. There was only his family—his reason for fighting.

With the title in his grasp and his family in his arms, Geon Woo knew that this victory was the beginning of a new chapter. It wasn’t about the fame, the recognition, or the glory. It was about the love he had found and the family he would protect, no matter what.

And with that promise, he would face whatever came next.