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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.

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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.

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The Fight for Family

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Months had passed since Geon Woo’s big fight, and life, in its own way, had found a rhythm. But there were days when the weight of his profession, the pressure to provide for his family, and the fear of losing everything would still haunt him. However, every time he held his baby or saw Y/N’s smile, those fears melted away.

Their little one was growing quickly, crawling and babbling more each day. Geon Woo was amazed at how fast time seemed to fly when he wasn’t looking. His baby was already showing signs of being curious and active—reaching for things, trying to stand, laughing when Geon Woo made funny faces.

Geon Woo had always thought he was prepared for fatherhood, but nothing could truly prepare him for the overwhelming love he felt for this tiny human. No title, no recognition in the ring, could compare to this. He didn’t need to be the "Bloodhound" for them. He just needed to be Dad.

One morning, the sun was shining through their kitchen window as Geon Woo sat at the table, eating breakfast. Y/N was feeding the baby, who was having a blast making a mess with their food. She looked up at him and smiled softly, as though she could read the thoughts in his head.

“You’re quiet today,” she remarked, setting down the spoon. "What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He chuckled softly, looking at her with a faint smile. “Just thinking about how lucky we are. You, me, and the little one.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she walked over to where he was sitting, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I know what you mean. Some days, it feels like it’s too good to be true. Like this life we have… it’s perfect.”

Geon Woo’s gaze softened as he reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. “I don’t take it for granted. But, sometimes, I feel like I’m not doing enough. I’m always training, always working. I want to be here with you both more.”

Y/N smiled at him, her eyes full of understanding. “You’re doing more than enough. I see you every day. You’re present. You love us. That’s all we need.”

Her words wrapped around him like a warm blanket, comforting him in ways no words ever could. It wasn’t about the big moments—though the fight had been one of them—it was the little ones. The quiet mornings when they sat together, sharing breakfast. The evenings when they would curl up on the couch, watching their baby fall asleep in Y/N’s arms, the world outside their little home fading away.

“I know,” Geon Woo said, his voice a little more assured. “I just want to be the kind of father our baby can look up to.”

Y/N chuckled softly, squeezing his shoulder. “You already are.”

A New Challenge

But life, as it always does, had a way of presenting new challenges.

One afternoon, while Geon Woo was at the gym working on his training regimen, he received a call from his manager. His upcoming match, a highly anticipated title fight, was just a few weeks away.

"Geon Woo, listen," his manager’s voice crackled over the line, urgent. "The match is big. It's going to be the fight of your career. But here's the thing… I need you to really push yourself. This could be your ticket to something bigger. We’re talking international recognition."

Geon Woo listened, his mind already starting to drift to his family. He had promised Y/N he would take it easy after the last fight, but this? This was different. He couldn’t help but be drawn to the idea of securing their future. A title fight, a chance to solidify his place in boxing history, could change everything for them.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he found himself in a quiet moment of contemplation. The excitement was there, but so was the fear. Fear of losing himself to the sport again. Fear of missing out on precious time with his family.

When he got home that evening, Y/N could see something was on his mind. She was putting their baby down for a nap when Geon Woo walked into the room, his brow furrowed in thought.

“What happened?” she asked, noticing the tension in his shoulders.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got a call from my manager. The title fight… it’s coming up fast.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She knew what that meant. The intensity, the focus, the months of training. The toll it took on him.

“How soon?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Three weeks,” he replied, his voice uncertain. “It’s a huge opportunity. But it means a lot of time away… from you and the baby.”

Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with understanding. She had seen the way he struggled with balancing the demands of his career and his family. She knew how much he wanted to be there for them, to be present.

“I want to support you, Geon Woo,” she said gently. “You know that. But… you have to make sure it’s worth it. For us.”

He nodded, a weight lifting off his shoulders just from hearing her words. She wasn’t pushing him to choose. She understood the pull of his ambition. But she was also making him think about the bigger picture—the long-term consequences of being so consumed by the fight. The last thing he wanted was for his family to feel like an afterthought.

Geon Woo crouched down to their baby, who was now awake and looking at him with wide eyes, as though sensing the shift in the air. He smiled, his heart swelling at the sight of their child.

“I’ll figure it out,” he said quietly, taking the baby in his arms. “I promise you, Y/N. We’ll always come first.”

She smiled, her gaze tender. “We’re always here, Geon Woo. Whatever you choose, we’re right here.”

Training with Purpose

In the weeks leading up to the title fight, Geon Woo found a balance he hadn’t thought possible. Yes, he poured himself into his training, but he made sure to return home each night, to be with Y/N and their baby. They took walks together in the evening, and Geon Woo would often bring the baby to the gym with him, letting them sit on the sidelines as he trained.

There were days when he felt torn, his body exhausted from the physical toll of his workouts, but the love and warmth of his family always gave him the strength to push forward. And as he saw the excitement in their baby’s eyes whenever he returned home, he knew he was doing the right thing. This fight, this struggle, wasn’t just for himself. It was for them.

On the night before the big fight, as he lay beside Y/N, his heart racing with anticipation, he took a deep breath and whispered, “Whatever happens tomorrow, I’m doing this for you. For us.”

Y/N kissed his forehead, a quiet smile on her lips. “I know, Geon Woo. And no matter what, we’re proud of you. I’m proud of you.”

With that reassurance, Geon Woo drifted off to sleep, the quiet sound of their baby’s breathing filling the room, his dreams peaceful, for once.

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The Fight for Family

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Part 1 Kim Geon Woo stood in the center of the boxing ring, the bright lights of the arena above casting sharp shadows on his muscular frame. His heart pounded not just with adrenaline, but with a deeper, fiercer drive than ever before. It was no longer just about the fight. It was about something far more precious — his family.

From the stands, his wife, Y/N, held their one-year-old baby in her arms, her eyes never leaving him. Beside her, his best friend Woo Jin leaned forward, his eyes locked on Geon Woo, quietly mouthing words of encouragement.

“Come on, Geon Woo,” Woo Jin murmured under his breath. “You can do this. For them.”

Y/N clutched their baby a little tighter, the small, warm body resting peacefully against her chest. But she, too, was watching her husband with a mixture of love and concern. She had always known him as the "Bloodhound," a nickname earned for his tenacity and instinct in the ring, but now she saw him not as a fighter, but as the man she had married, the man who had promised to protect their little family.

The match was intense. Geon Woo’s opponent was a seasoned boxer, known for his strength and brutality. Every blow that landed on Geon Woo seemed to echo in Y/N's chest. She could feel his pain as though it were her own. His face was a mess of bruises, sweat dripping down his brow, but there was a fire in his eyes. The fight wasn’t over yet.

Geon Woo’s mind raced with thoughts of the life they had built together. The quiet mornings when Y/N would nurse their baby, the way their child’s laughter filled their home, the nights spent lying side by side, whispering about their dreams for the future. It was all for them — to make sure their baby would grow up in a world where they never had to worry.

He could hear Woo Jin's voice now, shouting from the corner of the ring. "Focus, Geon Woo! Don’t let him get to you!"

But even as he tried to block out the pain, something else came through the roar of the crowd.

A small, high-pitched cry. A word.

“Papa!”

It was their baby’s voice, clear and full of love. It broke through the noise of the arena, cutting right through his exhaustion, his pain, and his fear. He turned slightly, his eyes searching through the blinding lights to where Y/N stood. And there, in her arms, was their child. Their baby. The one reason he could never give up.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but there was no time for hesitation. His opponent saw the opening and aimed a devastating punch straight for Geon Woo’s head. But something inside him shifted. The roar of the crowd faded away. It was just him, his family, and the promise he had made.

With a primal growl, Geon Woo dodged the punch, his body reacting on instinct. He twisted his frame, his fist connecting with his opponent’s ribs in a move so fast, so precise, it left the crowd gasping in shock.

It was over in an instant. The opponent crumpled, unable to continue, and the referee called the fight.

Geon Woo stood there, panting heavily, a grin spreading across his battered face. His eyes were already searching for his family. When he spotted Y/N and their baby, he felt an overwhelming rush of love and relief flood through him.

As he made his way toward the ropes, his legs were shaky, but the sight of them gave him the strength to keep moving.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he climbed out of the ring, his heart full. “I did it. For you. For us.”

Y/N's eyes were shining with unshed tears as she walked toward him, baby still in her arms. Their child babbled happily, oblivious to the events that had unfolded, but the sound of "Papa" still echoed in Geon Woo’s mind. It was more than enough.

She pressed a kiss to his bruised cheek, holding their baby out to him. "I knew you could do it."

Geon Woo took the baby into his arms, feeling the warmth of their child against his chest. The world felt right again. His fight was over, but the real battle was only just beginning. They were his reason. His family. And there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep them safe, to keep them happy.

The arena was buzzing with excitement as the crowd began to filter out, still talking about the match they'd just witnessed. But for Geon Woo, the noise was background to the more important moment unfolding in his arms.

His baby, nestled against his chest, giggled and reached up, tugging at the collar of his shirt. The little fingers were soft, innocent, and pure—everything that grounded him. Geon Woo’s heart swelled with love as he looked down at his child. It had been a year since their little one was born, and every day with them had been a new chapter in a story he never wanted to end.

Y/N watched him, her expression a mix of admiration and relief. She had always known how strong Geon Woo was, both in the ring and in life, but there was a new depth to him now. She could see it in the way he held their baby, the way he was more gentle than anyone could have imagined. He was a fierce fighter, but with them, he was a protector.

“Geon Woo,” she said softly, stepping closer, her voice a whisper in the dimming light. “You were amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

He met her gaze, his lips curving into a smile, though it was weary and tired. "It was nothing," he said, brushing a hand through his damp hair. But the humility in his voice didn’t match the pride in his eyes. He had fought for them—not for the glory of a title, but for the peace of mind that he could be the father, the husband, they deserved.

"Papa," their baby cooed again, reaching out to Y/N. Geon Woo couldn’t help but laugh, his heart light despite the physical toll the match had taken on him.

“I heard that," he teased, his voice rough from exertion. "Seems like I have some competition.”

Y/N laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Looks like it. You're going to have to work harder to keep that title." She placed a kiss on their child's forehead, then reached out for the baby, but Geon Woo held on just a moment longer.

"I’m never letting go of you both," he said, his voice full of promise.

Their baby let out a small squeal, clearly excited, as if understanding the words and wanting to be with both of them. Geon Woo carefully handed the child over to Y/N before stepping back to catch his breath. Woo Jin, who had been watching them from a few feet away, came over, slapping Geon Woo on the back.

“You did it, man,” Woo Jin said, a grin plastered on his face. “I knew you had it in you.”

Geon Woo smirked. “I told you I’d win,” he said, but his gaze flickered back to Y/N, his family. “But it’s not about the win. It’s about them.”

Woo Jin nodded, understanding. He knew the fighter Geon Woo was, but he also knew the man Geon Woo had become—one who cared more about his family than the glory of the ring.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. You two head out and get some rest," Woo Jin said, already making his way toward the exit.

Y/N gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks, Woo Jin," she said, holding their baby closer.

With Woo Jin gone, Geon Woo and Y/N left the arena hand in hand, walking into the night air. The bustling streets of the city were still alive, but to them, it felt as though everything had slowed down. Geon Woo’s body was tired, sore from the fight, but his heart was full. He had done what he needed to do, and now he could focus on what mattered most.

They arrived home, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Geon Woo set their baby down in the playpen, watching the little one babble and giggle as they played with their toys. Y/N slipped off her shoes and walked over to him, placing a hand on his chest.

“You’re really something, you know that?” she said, her voice soft but full of admiration. “I don’t know how you do it.”

He gave a weary smile, pulling her into an embrace. “I do it for you. For us. That’s all that matters now.”

They stood there for a moment, the weight of the world forgotten in the safety of their own home.

The sound of their baby’s laughter filled the room, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she looked over at the little one, her heart full.

“Do you ever think about the future?” she asked quietly, her voice a gentle murmur against his chest.

Geon Woo paused, thinking. “All the time. I think about a future where our baby grows up safe, where you’re always happy, and where we don’t have to worry about anything.”

Y/N pulled back slightly to look up at him. “You know, I’m not worried as long as we’re together.”

He smiled, that warmth from earlier returning to his heart. “I’m always going to be here. No matter what.”

They stood there in silence for a while, the weight of the night settling over them. But it wasn’t a bad weight. It was a weight of fulfillment, of knowing they had each other, and of knowing that Geon Woo had fought, not just for his career, but for his family, for the love that bound them together.

As the night drew on, they made their way to bed, their baby sleeping soundly in the next room. Geon Woo lay beside Y/N, his arm wrapped around her, both of them savoring the peace they had fought for.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N turned toward him, her hand resting on his chest, where his heart still pounded. "I love you too. Always."

And in the quiet darkness, with the sounds of the city far away, they both drifted off to sleep—knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

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Behind the Mask: A Guard’s Promise

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Chapter Ten: The First Step

It was a moment you had been eagerly awaiting, though you didn’t realize just how quickly it would come. Ji-ah was growing faster than you could keep track, and with every new milestone, your heart swelled with pride.

One afternoon, the air was cool, and the house was filled with the comforting sounds of soft laughter and the occasional clinking of kitchen utensils as you and your husband prepared dinner. Ji-ah had been getting a little more adventurous lately, crawling around, pulling herself up on furniture, and testing her balance. You could see the wheels turning in her mind as she looked at you both, clearly ready to take on the next challenge.

You were sitting on the couch, watching Ji-ah play with her toys on the floor. Your husband leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms crossed as he watched her, his eyes soft with affection.

“Do you think she’s going to walk soon?” you asked, your voice gentle, but you couldn’t help the anticipation that laced your words.

Your husband glanced at you and smiled, his tone teasing but warm. “I think she’s been practicing in secret.”

Ji-ah was busy stacking her colorful blocks, her little hands concentrating on placing them just right. She babbled softly to herself, her eyes focused on her task, unaware that she was about to do something life-changing.

Suddenly, she turned to look at the two of you, her expression bright and curious. Her tiny hands gripped the edge of the couch as she tried to steady herself. Slowly, she lifted one foot off the ground, then the other, looking back and forth between you and your husband.

“She’s standing,” you whispered, excitement bubbling up in your chest.

You leaned forward, holding your breath as you watched Ji-ah. She wobbled slightly, but her determination shone through in the way she focused on the next step. With a little grunt, she pushed herself forward, taking one small, uncertain step.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw it: her first step.

“Ji-ah!” your husband exclaimed, his voice full of joy.

Ji-ah looked up at you both, her face a mixture of surprise and pure excitement. Then, with a proud giggle, she took another step, this one a little more confident than the first.

“She did it!” you exclaimed, rushing forward, your voice full of awe. “She really did it!”

Your husband quickly joined you, crouching down to Ji-ah’s level, his smile wide as he held his arms out to her. “Come here, little one. Come to Daddy!”

Ji-ah looked at him, then at you, her tiny feet still planted on the ground, her face full of determination. With one more deep breath, she took another step—this one even steadier.

“Good girl!” you cheered, your voice a mix of pride and amazement.

Your husband grinned, extending his arms further as Ji-ah made her way toward him, her tiny legs working hard to keep her balance.

Ji-ah’s eyes sparkled as she neared her father, then, just before reaching him, she took another step, this time almost running toward him. Her arms reached out, and with a joyful squeal, she fell into his arms.

“I caught you!” he laughed, lifting her up in the air, his voice full of love.

You watched the two of them, overwhelmed by the sight of your baby, the tiny person you had watched grow from a little bundle of joy into a walking, giggling child.

Your heart swelled, the pride you felt in that moment almost unbearable. “She’s walking…” you whispered, your voice shaky with emotion.

Your husband kissed Ji-ah’s forehead, looking up at you with a grin. “She’s growing up too fast.”

“You’re telling me,” you laughed, wiping a happy tear from your eye.

Ji-ah giggled in her father’s arms, her tiny hands reaching for him. She was so proud of herself, clearly basking in the attention she was receiving. Her small voice filled the air as she babbled happily, “Mama! Dada! Walk!”

You and your husband shared a moment of silence, both of you taking in the miracle that was happening before you. Ji-ah, your little girl, had taken her first steps.

“She’s amazing,” you whispered, leaning against your husband, watching the joy radiate from both him and Ji-ah.

Your husband nodded, his gaze fixed on Ji-ah as he held her close. “She’s everything we’ve ever dreamed of.”

Ji-ah, now content and full of pride, held onto her father as she looked at you both with a beaming smile. “Mama! Dada!” she said again, as if to say, Look what I can do!

And in that moment, you realized that no matter how quickly time passed, these were the moments that mattered most—the ones where your little girl took her first steps, where she showed you that with every new milestone, she was growing, but she would always be your baby.

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Behind the Mask: A Family’s Promise

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Chapter Nine: The Baby and the Frontman

It had been a few weeks since Ji-ah’s first meeting with the Frontman. You and your husband had been settling into your new life with the baby, balancing between family moments and the world that still lingered in the shadows.

The Frontman had expressed a rare interest in Ji-ah, always asking how she was doing, and every time he saw her, there was a gentleness in his eyes that you hadn’t expected. It was an unspoken bond that was growing between them, and today, you were taking Ji-ah to see him once again.

As you entered the room where the Frontman stood, his usual cold and commanding posture softened the moment his gaze landed on Ji-ah.

“Ah, Ji-ah,” he said softly, his voice not as harsh as usual. There was something tender about the way he spoke her name. “You’re growing so quickly.”

Your husband smiled, nodding. “She’s growing too fast, honestly. She’s got a new word.” He glanced at you, giving you an almost playful look. “Want to take a guess at what it is?”

The Frontman’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced from you to Ji-ah. “She’s been talking more?” he asked, his voice almost curious now.

You stepped forward, carefully holding Ji-ah in your arms as she squirmed with excitement, her eyes locked on the Frontman. “Yes. She’s learned a new word today.”

Ji-ah, noticing the Frontman’s presence, kicked her legs and clapped her hands. “Mama! Dada!” she cheered, her voice ringing through the air.

The Frontman’s lips twitched as he looked at you and your husband, clearly amused. “She’s quick, isn’t she?”

Your husband chuckled. “You have no idea. But there’s something special I think she has for you.” He leaned down to whisper in Ji-ah’s ear. “Go on, Ji-ah. Show the Frontman.”

Ji-ah looked at her father for a moment, then back at the Frontman, her small face brightening with recognition. “Grandpa,” she said, her voice clear and proud.

The room fell silent.

You and your husband exchanged a quick glance, both of you stunned by what Ji-ah had just said.

The Frontman froze for a moment, his eyes wide behind his mask, as though he hadn’t fully processed what had just happened.

“Grandpa?” he whispered, barely audible, as if the word was a foreign concept to him.

Ji-ah, not realizing the weight of her words, giggled, reaching for him. “Grandpa!” she repeated, her arms outstretched.

A strange look crossed the Frontman’s face, his mask hiding most of his emotions, but you could tell there was a shift in him. He slowly extended his arms, carefully cradling Ji-ah, his hands shaking slightly as he held her.

He looked down at her, his voice soft and almost unrecognizable. “You… you called me Grandpa?”

Your husband chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, looks like you’ve got a new title now, Frontman.”

The Frontman was still silent for a long moment, his usual stoic demeanor replaced with something more vulnerable. He glanced up at you and your husband, but his gaze lingered longer on Ji-ah.

“She’s…” he started, his voice betraying a softness that he rarely showed. “She’s the first to ever say that.”

You smiled, watching as the Frontman held Ji-ah gently, her tiny hands grasping the collar of his suit, giggling in delight. “She has a way with words.”

“She’s smart,” your husband added, leaning in to watch the moment unfold. “Maybe too smart for her own good. She knows exactly who she’s talking to.”

The Frontman didn’t respond immediately, his focus entirely on Ji-ah. He rubbed her tiny back gently, his eyes never leaving her. For a moment, he looked almost… peaceful.

Ji-ah looked up at him, her innocent gaze meeting his for the first time. “Grandpa!” she said again, this time with more excitement.

Your husband stepped back, giving the two of them space. “I think she’s taken a liking to you.”

The Frontman finally broke the silence with a quiet laugh, though it was soft and surprisingly warm. “I didn’t expect this… but I suppose I could get used to it.” He looked at Ji-ah again, a hint of affection in his voice. “I’ve been called many things… but never that.”

Ji-ah giggled again, her chubby hands reaching for his mask, curious about the mysterious figure in front of her. “Grandpa!” she repeated.

The Frontman seemed to lose himself for a moment, watching her with an intensity that was almost tender. He slowly tilted his head and, in a rare gesture, placed a hand on her small back. “Grandpa,” he said softly, as if testing the word on his own lips.

Your husband smirked, watching the whole scene unfold. “I think we’ve found a new family member today, huh?”

You nodded, your heart full as you watched the Frontman—usually so distant and guarded—interact with Ji-ah. “I think we have.”

And as Ji-ah giggled in the Frontman’s arms, calling him Grandpa once more, you knew this moment would stay with all of you forever. The past didn’t matter anymore. This was the beginning of something new—something no one could have predicted.

The Frontman, despite everything he had been through, was now part of something softer, something warmer. And for the first time in a long while, you could see the smallest glimpse of a future that didn’t rely on masks or games, but on the love of a family.

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Mama’s Boy: Jun Ho’s Jealous Moment

Squid Game Master list It was another calm morning in the household, the early sunlight filtering through the windows and casting gentle rays across the room. Jun Ho had just finished his shower, the sound of water dripping from his hair as he stepped out into the warm, quiet space. He moved slowly, enjoying the peaceful moments before the world started demanding his attention. The baby, who had been asleep in his crib, was stirring, his soft babbles filling the silence.

Jun Ho smiled as he walked over to the crib, his heart swelling with affection. The baby—his little boy—was now wide awake, his big eyes searching for someone to give him attention. When Jun Ho leaned over to scoop him up, the baby, who usually loved his dad’s warm embrace, did something unexpected.

“Nooo!” The baby’s tiny arms flailed, and he immediately reached for the other side of the crib where Y/n was already sitting up, rubbing her eyes and smiling gently at her son.

Jun Ho froze, surprised. He tried again, holding out his arms in that way that always made his baby’s face light up. “Come here, buddy,” he cooed, his voice soft and full of affection.

But instead of coming to him, the baby turned his head away, clearly preferring the warmth of his mama’s arms. A soft whimper escaped his lips as his tiny hands reached for Y/n, his eyes wide with trust and a bit of desperation.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh softly at the scene, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Looks like someone’s already picked their favorite,” she teased, holding the baby close as he snuggled into her, his little face content as he rested against her chest.

Jun Ho stood there for a moment, the warmth of the moment washing over him—but then something else settled into his chest: a soft pang of jealousy. He hadn’t expected it. He wasn’t the type to feel jealous, especially not of his own baby. But the way his son was so content in Y/n's arms, completely turning away from him… it stung.

He tried to shake it off, telling himself that the baby was just in one of those moods, that this wasn’t anything personal. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little left out.

“Come on, buddy,” Jun Ho said again, trying to keep the smile on his face, but there was a little hint of disappointment in his voice. “I’m your dad, remember?”

But the baby, clearly oblivious to his father’s internal turmoil, turned his face further into Y/n’s shoulder, humming softly in contentment. It was like Jun Ho didn’t even exist at the moment.

Y/n looked up at him, her smile softening when she saw the subtle sadness on his face. She reached out, gently rubbing his arm in that comforting way she always did. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice tender. “He’s just really attached to me right now. I think he’s in one of those phases.”

Jun Ho let out a sigh, sitting down on the bed next to her. “I know. It’s just… I miss the way he used to always reach for me. I guess I’m being silly.”

“No, you’re not being silly,” she reassured him, glancing down at their baby, who was now happily sucking on his thumb, completely content in his mama’s arms. “I know it’s tough when it feels like you’re not needed, but trust me—he loves you more than anything in the world. It’s just that right now, he’s really attached to me.”

Jun Ho leaned back against the bedframe, his eyes still fixed on his son. “I know, but it’s hard not to feel like a third wheel.”

The baby, oblivious to his father’s jealousy, let out a small giggle and kicked his legs, his eyes still locked on his mama. It was a cute sound, but for some reason, it only made Jun Ho feel even more excluded.

Then, as if sensing his father’s longing, the baby suddenly let out a little whine, followed by a gentle whimper. His small hands reached out again, but this time, they didn’t go to Y/n. Instead, they stretched toward Jun Ho, his eyes now looking up at his dad with an unspoken plea.

Jun Ho’s heart did a flip as he saw the baby’s hands reaching for him, his little fingers grasping at the air, desperate for attention. Without thinking, Jun Ho immediately reached down and scooped him up, cradling him against his chest.

“There you are,” Jun Ho murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he held his son close. The baby’s little face pressed against his chest, and he let out a contented sigh, curling into his dad’s embrace.

Y/n smiled softly, watching the scene unfold. “See? He just needed a little reassurance. You’re his whole world.”

Jun Ho’s chest tightened as he held his baby, who was now calm and settled in his arms. The jealousy he had felt moments earlier melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

“I guess I got a little jealous there,” Jun Ho admitted with a sheepish smile. “But I get it now. You’re right. He just needed a moment with you.”

Y/n reached over and gently caressed Jun Ho’s arm, her eyes soft with understanding. “It’s okay. It’s natural. But just remember—he’s always going to need both of us.”

Jun Ho nodded, looking down at the baby, who had now wrapped his little hand around his dad’s shirt, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I know. I just want to be the one he turns to, too.”

“You will be,” Y/n promised, her voice full of warmth. “You’re his dad. And there’s no replacing that.”

As the morning continued, Jun Ho held his son close, the baby now content in his arms, and the little one even allowed Jun Ho to rock him gently, just as he used to when he was younger. It wasn’t that the baby had abandoned his father—it was just a phase, a moment in time. And as the day wore on, Jun Ho understood that every phase had its purpose.

And when the baby finally rested his head on Jun Ho’s chest, content and secure, the feeling of jealousy seemed so distant. Instead, there was only love for both the baby and his amazing wife who made every moment more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.

Y/n leaned over, kissing Jun Ho’s cheek. “See? All better now.”

Jun Ho smiled, looking down at their son with a contented sigh. “Yeah. All better.”

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Red Light, Green Light: Baby Edition

Squid Game Master list It was a surprisingly calm afternoon on the island. The usual haunting echoes of silence were replaced by the soft sound of wind rustling the leaves and the distant laughter of Joon, your baby, who had managed to make the playground his new domain. He had already explored every corner of the sandbox, taken a ride down the slide, and made several attempts to climb the swing set. He was a curious little thing, always on the move, much to the dismay of the usually stoic guards who were tasked with watching over him.

Today, the guards had decided to introduce a bit of fun into their duties. They had witnessed your son’s growing energy and curiosity and figured—why not teach him a game? Red Light, Green Light.

The idea had come from one of the younger guards, who had remembered how his siblings used to play the game back in the day. The thought of getting a baby involved in it was definitely a stretch, but they were willing to give it a shot. After all, Joon’s giggles and innocent eyes had made the otherwise grim island seem just a little bit brighter.

The guards, lined up at one end of the playground, stood in their typical formation—rigid, military-like. But today, they weren’t standing at attention, ready for combat. No, today, they were ready to play. And they were going to teach Joon the rules.

"Okay, so here’s how it goes," said one of the more senior guards, crouching down to Joon’s eye level. The baby, crawling toward him with a curious gaze, had no idea what was going on but clearly loved the attention. "When we say 'Green Light,' you move forward, okay? And when we say 'Red Light,' you have to stop."

The baby giggled, his little hands reaching up as if trying to grasp the guard’s explanation. He looked like he was ready to start moving, but the guard, unsure how much the baby actually understood, just smiled gently and ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, Joon, you got this,” said another guard, equally as amused by the situation. He was always the more lighthearted one of the group, and his teasing tone made it clear that this was a fun break from their usual tasks.

At the opposite end of the playground, another guard stood, hands on his hips, trying to make the “starting line” official. "Alright, Joon," he called out. “We’re ready when you are!”

Joon, who had already started crawling towards the nearest toy, paused, looking up at the group of towering, masked figures. For a moment, he seemed to understand the importance of the game—at least, he recognized that everyone was staring at him. A tiny grin spread across his face, and with a determined squint, he began to move toward them.

"Green Light!" the guards called out in unison.

Joon, delightfully oblivious to the rules, crawled forward at full speed. His little legs wobbled with excitement, and he reached the halfway point of the playground with impressive speed. The guards, who had expected a little more confusion, found themselves laughing as Joon powered ahead, determined to "win."

"Green Light!" one of the guards cheered, only to be met with Joon speeding up, as though he were in an actual race.

"Red Light!" another guard shouted, and everyone froze in place.

The baby, caught mid-crawl, looked up in complete confusion. He had no idea what just happened but was perfectly happy to keep moving. His little legs gave a few more determined pushes forward, but when he noticed that everyone had stopped, he too halted, looking between the still figures and the empty space ahead of him. The sight was so innocent, so pure, that it made even the toughest of the guards chuckle.

“Joon, stop!��� one of the guards called softly, trying not to laugh. But the baby seemed to be doing his own thing. He remained frozen for all of two seconds before a loud giggle escaped his tiny lips, and he started crawling again, completely ignoring the "Red Light" command.

"Green Light, I guess," another guard said with a smile, unable to contain his laughter. "He’s just too fast."

The moment was heartwarming, the guards struggling to keep up their stoic appearances while watching Joon's unfiltered joy. The rules of the game didn’t matter to him—he wasn’t playing to win, he was simply playing for the fun of it.

“Alright, alright,” the senior guard said, shaking his head with a grin. “Let’s try it again.”

The group readied themselves, calling out, “Green Light!” in a sing-song manner. Joon, now fully aware that he was the center of attention, started crawling again, but this time, he turned his head to look back at the guards. He paused and giggled to himself, then turned and slowly, dramatically, started heading toward the slide instead of the line of guards.

“Red Light!” a guard shouted quickly.

But Joon wasn’t listening. Instead, he moved around the playground, climbing toward the slide as though the game didn’t apply to him. The guards exchanged confused looks.

“Where’s he going?” one of the guards asked, still crouched down.

“Maybe he thinks he’s the one in charge now,” another guard said, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh.

The baby, now fully at the base of the slide, tried to pull himself up. His tiny hands grasped the metal structure as he made little determined grunting noises.

“Guess he’s trying to start his own game now,” one of the guards remarked. “That’s not how it works, buddy.”

But instead of stopping him, the guards only watched, entertained by how Joon was turning the situation into a spectacle all his own. After a few more moments of climbing the slide, Joon looked back at them with that same adorable grin, as if to say, “This is more fun than the game!”

“Alright, I think we’ve lost him to the slide,” the guard chuckled. “But at least he’s having fun.”

As they all circled around, unsure whether they should keep playing or let Joon have his way, Gong Yoo appeared from the distance, walking toward the playground with you by his side. The sight of Joon at the slide, with the entire squad of guards standing around, their hands on their knees, clearly exasperated but happy, made you both pause.

You exchanged a look with Gong Yoo, then smiled, your heart swelling with love. "Well, I think he's having a good time."

“You know, he’s definitely the one in charge here,” Gong Yoo said with a small laugh.

The guards, still trying to get Joon back in line, were now laughing openly, enjoying the chaos more than any drill they’d ever been part of. Joon, ever the little leader, sat proudly on top of the slide, glancing down at the world below.

One of the guards raised his hand. “I think we need more practice.”

Another guard nodded solemnly. “Yeah, maybe next time we should teach him the rules before we play.”

And so, the game continued with more laughter and little Joon running the show, completely unaware of the world around him. The island, for once, didn’t feel like a place of cold rules and grim faces. It felt like a playground—warm, filled with the sound of innocent joy, and full of moments that made everyone, even the most hardened guards, feel just a little bit more human.