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Behind the Mask: A Family’s Promise

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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.

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Behind the Mask: A Family’s Promise

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Chapter Eight: The Guard and the First Word

The day had finally come—the day you and your husband could share Ji-ah’s first word with the guards. It had been nearly a week since Ji-ah had finally managed to say Dada, and her new favorite word had been echoing through the house non-stop.

But today, she would say it for an audience.

You and your husband had arranged a special meet-up at the training facility—mostly so the guards could experience the adorable chaos that had taken over your home. As usual, they had been asking about Ji-ah nonstop, curious if she was talking yet.

Today was the day.

You walked into the training room with Ji-ah nestled in your arms. Your husband was beside you, his hand resting lightly on your back as the guards gathered around. They’d been waiting for this moment with barely contained excitement, and the second they saw Ji-ah, their faces lit up like she was the most important thing in the world.

“She’s here!” one of the guards exclaimed.

“She’s growing up so fast,” another murmured, practically bouncing on their feet.

Ji-ah, noticing the sudden attention, giggled loudly and clapped her hands. “Dada!”

The room froze.

The guards stared, wide-eyed.

Your husband’s chest puffed out with pride. “Did you hear that?” he asked, his voice full of smug satisfaction. “That’s right—she said Dada first.”

The youngest guard’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “No way.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, but it’s true.”

The oldest guard shook his head in disbelief. “I was sure she’d say Mama first. I thought for sure...” He trailed off, turning to your husband. “You bribed her, didn’t you? With extra food or something.”

“Not true!” your husband protested, throwing his hands up in mock offense. “She said it on her own. I didn’t even teach her.”

Ji-ah, oblivious to the adult drama, giggled again and waved her arms at the guards. “Dada!” she cheered.

One of the guards stepped forward, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, little one,” he cooed, holding out his hand. “Can you say Uncle?”

Ji-ah looked at him, then back at her father.

“Dada!” she shouted again, her face lighting up with excitement.

The guard blinked, utterly defeated. “Okay, okay. Fine. You’re definitely a Dada girl.” He grinned up at your husband. “Looks like she’s already chosen her favorite, huh?”

Your husband beamed. “I told you guys. You all doubted me!”

The guards chuckled, but there was a clear sense of admiration in their eyes. “I didn’t even know babies could be so... tactical,” one of them remarked. “She really knows how to work you, doesn’t she?”

“Oh, she’s got me wrapped around her finger,” your husband said with pride. “But I earned that first word. Right, Ji-ah?” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’m your Dada.”

Ji-ah smiled up at him, as if in complete agreement, and then—totally unexpectedly—she added another word.

“Mama!”

The room erupted into laughter.

“Wait a minute!” one of the guards shouted. “You guys can’t just drop that on us and expect us to act normal!”

Your husband groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in feigned defeat. “This isn’t fair. I’m telling you, she’s doing this on purpose.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Ji-ah looked back and forth between the two of you, clapping her hands with glee as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Mama!” she said again, and the room burst into giggles at your husband’s reaction.

The oldest guard grinned. “Alright, alright, she’s definitely playing both sides. I respect it.”

The youngest guard was practically beside himself. “She’s like... too smart for her own good. Is this how kids work?”

You shook your head, smiling at Ji-ah. “She’s not even one yet, and she already has you all wrapped around her little finger.”

Ji-ah squealed, then, as if to prove her point, reached out toward the youngest guard and said, “Dada!”

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing.

Your husband stared in disbelief. “She’s trolling me!” he shouted in mock outrage. “This is unbelievable.”

“You have been outplayed,” the oldest guard said with a grin. “There’s no coming back from this.”

Your husband threw his arms up in the air. “Alright, alright. I’m defeated. She’s the boss now.”

“Dada!” Ji-ah cheered happily, making everyone laugh even harder.

And in that moment, with the laughter echoing through the room and the guards gathered around, you couldn’t help but think—this little girl of yours had brought so much light into your life.

And it was clear: she was already the queen of the Squid Game guards

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The Shirt That Stopped Him

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Gong Yoo had always been the stoic type, the one to keep his emotions in check and his composure intact. But now, as he stood in the living room, staring at the little bundle in his arms, that carefully constructed wall was slowly crumbling. His newborn daughter, barely a month old, had a firm grip on his shirt—her tiny fingers clutching the fabric like she was never going to let go.

He glanced at his wife, who was sitting on the couch with a soft smile, her eyes filled with warmth and a little amusement at the sight.

"You know, you can’t just walk out the door dressed like that," she teased, her voice light, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

He was due at a meeting in an hour. The kind of meeting where the stakes were high, where every second mattered, and every decision was a heavy one. The work that had come with the world of Squid Game was never over—there were always new players, new rules, new dangers. But the moment his daughter had latched onto his shirt, something inside of him shifted.

His daughter’s chubby little hand gripped harder, and Gong Yoo chuckled softly, trying to pull the fabric from her grasp. But her tiny fists were surprisingly strong for someone so small. She wasn’t letting go.

"It's like she knows," his wife whispered, her voice a mix of wonder and affection. "She doesn’t want you to leave."

Gong Yoo’s heart clenched. The idea of leaving them, of leaving his family—his wife and daughter—was becoming more and more difficult. But the world he had chosen to be a part of wasn’t something that allowed him to simply walk away, not yet. Not when there were so many lives on the line. He wasn’t just a salesman anymore; he was a piece of something much larger, much darker.

"I'll be back soon," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his daughter's forehead, though she didn’t seem to care. Her gaze was fixed on him with an intensity that felt almost… possessive. Like she was trying to tell him, in her own baby way, that she needed him here. That she didn’t want him to go.

His wife stood and walked over to them, reaching for the baby. "Let me take her," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You don’t want to be late."

Gong Yoo hesitated, his fingers still tracing the edge of his daughter’s hand, not quite ready to break free. "I hate leaving you," he admitted, his voice raw, the weight of the words settling into the space between them.

"You’ll be back before you know it," she reassured him, her smile tender, though there was a sadness in her eyes too. She understood the cost of his work. She had always understood. She had seen the signs, the long hours, the late nights when his mind was consumed by things she couldn’t see.

But this… this was different.

Finally, he gently untangled his shirt from his daughter's grasp, lifting her in his arms one last time before placing her into his wife’s embrace. His daughter gave a soft, dissatisfied whimper, as though sensing the moment of separation, but she soon calmed in her mother's arms.

As Gong Yoo turned to leave, he felt the weight of his daughter’s quiet plea echoing in his chest. But there was no turning back—not yet.

"Come home safe," his wife called out softly, her voice steady but full of love.

With one last glance at the little family he had created, Gong Yoo stepped out into the world he couldn’t escape. But as he closed the door behind him, the image of his baby girl holding on to his shirt, trying to keep him close, stayed with him.

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to start thinking about what really mattered.

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Family Bonds

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The gentle hum of the city outside was muffled by the thick curtains, and inside, the air was warm with the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee. Kim Geon Woo was sitting on the couch, cradling his newborn son, the tiny baby swaddled in a soft blanket. His gaze was full of admiration as he looked down at the little face, barely more than a bundle of warmth in his arms. A proud, contented smile tugged at his lips.

You sat beside him, your heart feeling as though it might burst with love. Your eyes were on the same baby, your tiny little miracle, and the world outside felt a million miles away. This moment, this tiny life you had created together, was everything. And soon, both Geon Woo's family and yours would be here to meet him for the first time.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Geon Woo asked softly, his voice carrying that familiar tone of concern, even as he gazed down at his son.

You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. "I’m more than okay. Just… a little nervous, I guess."

Geon Woo turned his head slightly to give you a reassuring smile. "It’s okay to be nervous. We’ve waited a long time for this, haven’t we?"

You nodded, your fingers brushing lightly against his. "But it's perfect. Just the way it should be."

Before you could say anything else, a soft knock echoed through the apartment, making both of you jump in surprise. You exchanged a look, and Geon Woo's expression softened.

"It’s time," he said, almost to himself.

You rose from the couch, smoothing your clothes down as your heart fluttered in anticipation. You’d been waiting for this moment for months, and now that it was finally here, you couldn’t believe how quickly the time had passed.

You opened the door to reveal Geon Woo’s mother and his best friend, Woo-Jin, standing on the threshold, each holding small gifts in their hands. Woo-Jin's wide grin was impossible to miss, and Geon Woo's mother was practically glowing with excitement, her eyes already trained on the baby in your arms.

"Ah, there you are!" Woo-Jin said, his voice light and full of warmth. He took a step forward, practically bouncing on his feet. "We’ve been waiting to meet the little guy!"

Geon Woo’s mother, holding a beautifully wrapped blanket, stepped closer and immediately her eyes softened as she saw her son holding his child for the first time. "My little boy," she whispered, her voice trembling as she reached out toward the baby. "Can I hold him?"

With a gentle nod, Geon Woo rose to his feet, slowly handing the baby over to his mother. The second she held him in her arms, her entire demeanor softened. She gazed down at her grandson, her eyes misting over with tears.

"He’s perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and emotion. "Just like you were when you were his age. So tiny and precious."

You watched the exchange, your heart swelling with tenderness. There was something so beautiful about seeing the two people who had shaped Geon Woo’s life now holding your little one. It felt like your family had truly come together.

"Mom," Geon Woo said softly, his voice full of love as he stood beside her, looking down at the baby she was holding. "He’s our world now."

You smiled, stepping closer and placing your hand on his arm, feeling the depth of the moment settle in. This was your family. The people who would love and protect this little one just as much as you and Geon Woo would.

Woo-Jin, standing at a comfortable distance, grinned, but there was a tenderness in his expression too. He shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "So, uh, when do I get my turn?" he joked, though you could see the genuine excitement behind his teasing words. "I’m basically the uncle here, right?"

Geon Woo chuckled, nudging him lightly with his elbow. "You’re not just the uncle, you’re like a big brother. I’m sure you’ll spoil him just as much as Mom will."

Geon Woo’s mom smiled, passing the baby over to Woo-Jin with a knowing look. "You’re lucky you’re not the one carrying him home after this."

Woo-Jin carefully took the baby in his arms, his face lighting up with an almost childlike wonder. "Whoa. He's smaller than I thought he’d be." He adjusted the baby in his arms carefully, his hands big but gentle, and as he looked down at the tiny face, a soft smile spread across his face. "Hey, buddy, you’re going to have a lot of fun with me around. I’ve got the best stories to tell."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at Woo-Jin’s antics. He was already completely smitten with your son, his every word a promise of love and protection. You could see how much he genuinely cared, even in his joking manner. This little one was going to have a lot of good people looking out for him, you thought, your heart full as you watched the exchange.

"Careful now, Woo-Jin," Geon Woo teased from behind you, his voice warm but with a playful edge. "Remember, you’re holding my son, not a football."

Woo-Jin, ever the drama king, exaggerated his movement to carefully adjust the baby. "Don’t worry, I’m a professional!" He then shot a wink at you and Geon Woo. "Look at him, though. He’s so calm. He’s clearly got the best genes."

You rolled your eyes with a smile, walking over to Woo-Jin to take a closer look at the baby in his arms. You couldn’t help but feel a little protective. Even though you knew he’d never drop him, the thought of anyone else holding your child for too long made your heart race.

"Alright, my turn," you said, gently reaching out. Woo-Jin passed the baby to you without protest, still grinning widely.

You cradled the little one in your arms, feeling his warmth seep into your skin, and for a moment, the room fell silent. Everyone gathered around, watching you and Geon Woo as you stood together with your son, who was now surrounded by the love and affection of family. You felt so full, so completely enveloped by the life you had built together.

Geon Woo stepped closer, resting his hand on your shoulder as you held the baby. His fingers brushed over the soft tufts of hair on the baby’s head. "You’re doing great," he whispered to you, his voice low but filled with tenderness.

You met his gaze, and for a moment, everything else faded. It was just the two of you, the warmth of the moment, and the little life you had brought into the world. "We’re doing this together," you said quietly, as though sealing the promise you’d made to each other long ago.

Geon Woo smiled softly, his eyes full of gratitude. "I’m so glad it’s with you."

The room, full of so much love and joy, seemed to pulse with energy. Woo-Jin was already making playful faces at the baby, making soft "cooing" noises to get him to react, while Geon Woo’s mother stood close, wiping her eyes. You could see the pride and emotion in her face, her hands folded over her heart as she watched you, Geon Woo, and the baby together.

"You’ve made me so happy," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "Seeing this—seeing you with him—it fills my heart." She stepped closer, her hands gently resting on the baby’s tiny feet. "He’ll grow up knowing just how much he’s loved."

You smiled at her, the words feeling so true, and your heart swelled even further. "We’ll make sure of it," you said, your voice thick with emotion.

You then passed the baby to Geon Woo, who carefully adjusted him in his arms. He let out a little sigh, his expression softening as he gazed down at their son. "You know, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time," he said quietly, his voice rich with affection. "But I never imagined how much it would change me. He’s perfect, just like you."

You watched him, your heart swelling in your chest, as he cradled their baby so carefully, as though the tiny person in his arms was the most precious thing in the world. And, in a way, he was. This little one was a piece of both of you—a symbol of the love you had fought for, the challenges you had overcome, and the new chapter that had begun.

Woo-Jin, sensing the shift in the air, took a step back and lowered his voice. "You guys are killing me with the sweetness here," he teased, though his eyes were brimming with affection. "I’m not crying, you are."

Geon Woo chuckled softly, his gaze not leaving the baby. "Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn. He’s going to need a lot of uncles."

"Good, because I’m already planning on spoiling him rotten," Woo-Jin grinned, but there was a genuine softness in his eyes that you knew wasn’t just for show. He was already smitten with the little one.

Geon Woo’s mother laughed gently, wiping away a tear. "It’s not just about spoiling him. It’s about teaching him, guiding him. He’s going to grow up surrounded by love, and I’ll make sure of it."

You nodded in agreement, smiling as your baby let out a soft, sleepy sigh. It was a sound so gentle, so peaceful, that it made you want to hold him even closer, if that was even possible.

"Are you sure we can’t keep him like this forever?" Geon Woo whispered, his voice soft, almost wistful, as he glanced at you. "I don’t want to ever let go."

You chuckled, reaching out to place a hand over his. "I think he’d grow up pretty quickly if we kept him this tiny forever."

"Maybe," he smiled, his eyes never leaving the baby. "But I’m going to cherish every second of this. Every little milestone. I’ll never take any of it for granted."

You leaned into him, your heart full of love and gratitude. This—this moment right here—was everything. The joy of new life, the warmth of family, the bond between you and Geon Woo that had only grown stronger through the trials you’d faced.

And as the hours passed, with laughter, stories, and soft moments shared between friends and family, you knew this was the beginning of something beautiful. Your son was going to grow up surrounded by love—by all of you—and that was all you could ever ask for.

As you and Geon Woo stood there, holding your baby, with Woo-Jin and his mom standing close by, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you all were. This was the start of a beautiful journey, and you were ready to embrace it together, one step at a time.

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A Night of Tenderness

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He was unusually quiet, though—his hand tucked into yours as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. His fingers intertwined with yours, warm and comforting, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. Every so often, he’d glance down at you with a soft smile, his eyes bright and affectionate.

"You okay?" you asked, the concerned tone slipping into your voice as you caught him staring.

"Mm," he nodded, then gave you a sheepish smile. "Just thinking how lucky I am to have you with me tonight."

Your heart melted at the words. "I’m the lucky one," you said softly. "You’re always making time for me, even when your job is so demanding."

Geon Woo’s expression softened, and he slowed his steps a little, squeezing your hand in return. "I don’t care how crazy things get," he said, his voice low, sincere. "Nothing comes before you."

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. That was the thing about Geon Woo—he could be all business when he needed to be, but when it came to you, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make you feel special, loved.

The restaurant you arrived at was a little tucked-away gem, cozy and intimate with a faintly smoky scent wafting through the air. A hand-carved wooden sign swayed gently above the entrance, reading "Gogi Jip", and the chatter inside promised a vibrant, yet calm atmosphere. Geon Woo led you through the door, the warmth of the grill filling the air with an inviting aroma.

"Welcome, welcome!" the elderly hostess greeted, bowing slightly as she led you to a small table by the window. The wooden floor creaked underfoot, adding a sense of homey charm to the place.

"Everything smells so good," you commented, looking around as you sat down.

Geon Woo smiled warmly, his eyes bright with excitement. "I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. They have the best marinated beef. You’re going to love it."

You nodded eagerly, watching as Geon Woo slid his jacket off and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down beside you. His movements were casual, but there was something about the way he moved—graceful, almost like he was trying to protect the peace of the moment.

The waiter came over quickly and placed two chilled glasses of Coke on the table. Geon Woo quickly picked up his glass, holding it out to you. "Cheers, to us," he said softly, his gaze holding yours with a quiet affection that made your heart flutter.

"To us," you repeated, clinking your glass with his. His fingers brushed against yours for just a moment longer than necessary, and you smiled, feeling the closeness between you both.

As the grill began to heat up in the center of the table, the waiter returned with the first platter of raw meat—tender slices of marinated beef, glistening under the light. Geon Woo immediately took control, setting the meat on the grill with a quiet, satisfied hum.

"Watch this," he said excitedly, showing off the careful precision with which he arranged the meat. His eyes were completely focused on the task at hand, his brow furrowing slightly as he ensured everything was perfectly aligned.

You watched him, your heart swelling with affection. There was something undeniably adorable about how serious he could get over the smallest of things, like grilling meat at a Korean BBQ restaurant. You reached over, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

"You look so cute when you're serious," you teased, your smile wide and full of warmth.

Geon Woo's face flushed a soft pink, and he quickly shot you a shy smile. "What can I say? I want to make sure you have the best experience."

"Well, I’m already impressed," you said, leaning back in your seat and letting him continue his work. "I’ve never seen someone take Korean BBQ so seriously."

"Only the best for you," he said with a wink, finally turning his attention to you. His gaze lingered a little longer, and you noticed the genuine tenderness in his eyes. You smiled back, feeling the warmth between you both grow even more.

The first few pieces of meat sizzled on the grill, and Geon Woo flipped them with the precision of a pro. Every now and then, he’d glance up at you, just to check if you were enjoying the atmosphere, the food, or if you needed anything else.

"You hungry?" he asked, his voice low, almost as if it was an afterthought.

"Starving," you replied, reaching for the pair of chopsticks he had placed next to your plate. "But I think I’m more excited about this meat than I am about the food."

His soft chuckle made your heart skip. "Just wait," he said with a grin. "You haven’t had anything yet."

When the first batch of meat was perfectly grilled, Geon Woo picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and carefully offered it to you. "Here," he said softly, holding it just in front of your mouth. "Try this. It's my favorite."

You took the bite, the smoky, juicy flavor instantly hitting your taste buds. Your eyes widened in surprise. "Geon Woo, this is amazing! It’s so tender."

He watched you carefully, his expression soft and pleased. "I told you. It’s the best."

You giggled, reaching across the table to take his hand. "You really are something else, you know that?"

He shrugged, still holding your hand gently. "I just want you to be happy."

The night continued with much laughter, shared smiles, and small moments of affection. You both took turns grilling the meat, and Geon Woo was always right there, offering you the best pieces, pouring you more Coke, and even wiping a little sauce from the corner of your lips when you weren't looking. He wasn’t overly dramatic about it, but it was those simple, tender gestures that made your heart swell.

"You know," you said quietly, after another plate was finished, "I’ve always wondered how someone like you—so serious and intense at work—can be so soft and sweet when it’s just the two of us."

Geon Woo’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, and he looked away for a moment, clearly embarrassed. "I just… I don’t want you to feel like you’re second place. I want you to always feel like you’re my first priority, no matter how crazy things get."

You reached across the table again, squeezing his hand tightly, not caring who was watching. "You’ve always made me feel that way, Geon Woo. Always."

For a while, the two of you ate and talked, enjoyed each other’s company in a peaceful, uncomplicated way. As the last plate of food was finished, and you both leaned back in your seats, your stomachs full and content, Geon Woo looked over at you, his gaze tender.

"I’m glad we did this tonight," he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper. "It’s been a while since we’ve had a quiet night like this."

You smiled, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "I love these moments. The simple ones, just being with you."

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his hand reaching up to softly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I love you," he murmured, his voice full of sincerity.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your heart overflowing. "I love you too, Geon Woo. More than you’ll ever know."

The two of you stood up to leave, your hearts full, your hands intertwined. Geon Woo pulled you close, kissing your forehead softly before guiding you out into the cool night air. The city was still alive with energy around you, but all that mattered in that moment was the quiet, perfect love shared between you and him.

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Behind the Mask: A Family’s Promise

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Chapter Seven: First Words & Fatherly Jealousy

Ji-ah was talking.

Well, mostly babbling. Strings of nonsense, happy squeals, and little sounds that meant everything and nothing at once. But tonight—tonight—something was different.

It started just after bath time.

You were toweling Ji-ah off, her chubby little body wrapped in a soft, pink towel. Her hair was still damp, her big, round eyes blinking sleepily. Your husband sat beside you, stretching after a long day, his mask and uniform discarded.

Ji-ah reached for you, her tiny hands grabbing at your shirt. And then—

“…Mama.”

Everything stopped.

You froze. Your husband froze. The entire universe seemed to freeze.

You stared at Ji-ah, your heart pounding. “Did—did she just—”

Ji-ah blinked up at you innocently.

Your husband’s jaw dropped.

“No. No way,” he blurted. “Say it again, sweetheart. What did you just say?”

Ji-ah cooed, patting your chest. “Mama!”

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Oh my god.”

Your husband looked betrayed. “Excuse me!?”

Ji-ah grinned up at you, completely unaware of the chaos she had just caused. “Mama!”

Your husband pointed at himself. “Baby girl, I’m right here! What about Dada? Huh? Can you say Dada?”

Ji-ah stared at him.

Then, with a tiny giggle—

“…Mama.”

Your husband gasped like he had been stabbed.

“No, no, no—not Mama! Say Dada! Come on, sweetheart, say Dada!” He gestured wildly to himself. “I exist!”

You, barely holding back laughter, wiped a joyful tear from your eye. “She said her first word.”

“At my expense!” your husband groaned, flopping onto his back dramatically. “I feed her. I hold her. I change her diapers. And this is how she repays me?”

Ji-ah, fascinated by his exaggerated reaction, reached toward him with a happy little squeal.

“…Mama!”

Your husband groaned even louder. “She’s doing it on purpose now.”

You laughed, cradling Ji-ah close. “Oh, she’s totally messing with you.”

Ji-ah’s tiny fingers wiggled in excitement. Your husband sat up again, determination burning in his eyes. “Okay. You win this round, little miss. But you will say Dada.”

—

The War for Dada Begins

For the next week, your husband was on a mission.

Every waking moment became a dedicated attempt to get Ji-ah to say Dada.

During playtime: Your husband, lying on the floor, holding up a toy. “Say Dada, sweetheart. Come on, you can do it.”

Ji-ah: Giggles and throws the toy at his face.

Your husband: “…That’s not even close.”

During mealtime: Your husband, feeding her tiny spoonfuls of baby food. “Here comes the airplane! Say Dada!”

Ji-ah: Opens her mouth for food but remains silent.

Your husband: “I know you can talk. Don’t play me like this.”

Even at night: Your husband, whispering as Ji-ah dozed off. “Dada…? Please…?”

Ji-ah: Peacefully asleep.

Your husband, dramatically: “I have failed.”

—

The Victory of Dada

It happened when you least expected it.

One quiet evening, you were curled up on the couch, Ji-ah sitting between you and your husband, happily playing with one of her stuffed animals.

Your husband had finally given up.

“She’s never gonna say it,” he grumbled, leaning his head back against the couch. “She’s just gonna call me Mama too, and I’ll have an identity crisis.”

You chuckled, rubbing his arm. “You’re still her favorite, even if she doesn’t say it.”

He sighed dramatically. “I knew I should’ve bribed her with snacks.”

And then—

Ji-ah dropped her stuffed animal, turned to her father with her big, round eyes, and said—

“…Dada.”

The world exploded.

Your husband bolted upright. “WAIT. WAIT—SHE SAID IT. SHE SAID DADA.”

Ji-ah grinned. “Dada!”

“Oh my god—yes! That’s me! I’m Dada!” He scooped her up, spinning her around in pure joy. “Say it again, sweetheart! Come on!”

Ji-ah clapped her tiny hands. “Dada! Dada! Dada!”

Your husband looked like he had ascended.

You swore you saw tears in his eyes.

“This is the greatest moment of my life,” he whispered. “Nothing will ever top this.”

You smirked. “Not even when she said Mama first?”

“Absolutely not.”

Ji-ah grabbed his face with both hands, pressing her forehead against his. “Dada.”

Your husband let out a choked sound. “I—I need to sit down—”

“You are sitting down.”

“I NEED TO SIT DOWN MORE.”

He buried his face into Ji-ah’s belly, pressing kisses to her tiny tummy as she squealed with laughter. “Dada loves you so much, baby girl.”

Ji-ah shrieked happily, kicking her little legs. “Dada, Dada, Dada!”

And in that moment, with Ji-ah in his arms and her tiny voice filling the room, your husband knew.

He had won.

The war was over.

And he was the happiest man alive.

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The Fight That Awaits

Kim Geon Woo Masterlist The buzzing atmosphere of the arena was nearly suffocating, the weight of the crowd’s energy heavy in the air. You sat in the front row, knees pressed together, hands gripping the seat’s edge. Your eyes were fixed on the ring where Kim Geon Woo, the love of your life, was preparing for the match of his life. You could feel the thrum of anticipation from the crowd, the smell of sweat, leather, and the faint tang of blood hanging in the air.

Geon Woo had always been intense, but tonight, it was different. You could tell he was pushing himself further than ever before. The glint of determination in his eyes, the controlled breath as he wrapped his hands, each punch he threw in practice sharper and more deliberate—it made you uneasy.

He glanced at you from across the room for a brief moment, and it was as though time stopped. His eyes softened when they met yours, and you could see the layers of everything he was about to face in that gaze. Despite the weight of the match, despite everything, you were his anchor. That’s why you always came. For him. No matter how hard it was.

You knew what this meant to him—boxing wasn’t just a sport; it was an escape, a release, a way to deal with the darkness that sometimes threatened to consume him. His past had been full of things he could never fully express, and boxing was the one place he could take that pain, wrap it up in every punch, and let it out. But it didn’t make it any easier to watch.

The referee’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you turned to see Geon Woo stepping into the ring, his form cutting through the chaos of the crowd’s noise. There was no hesitation in his movements. No doubt.

You stood, biting your lip, and slowly walked towards the edge of the ring, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck rise with the growing tension.

You’ve got this, you mouthed to him, your voice barely audible over the loudspeakers, but you knew he would hear it. He always did.

Geon Woo gave you a faint, reassuring smile, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, the bell rang.

The first few rounds were a blur. The sound of fists hitting flesh, the blood, the sweat—everything happening in a blur of adrenaline. You could hardly sit still. Your heart was racing with every punch he landed, every movement he made. You stood on your tiptoes, leaning forward, unable to tear your gaze away from him. Each round seemed to last forever, and yet, in the midst of it all, you never doubted his strength.

But the longer the match went on, the more you could feel his exhaustion. His breath came heavier, his movements slower. The other fighter was relentless, and you saw the signs of fatigue start to creep into Geon Woo’s stance. He wasn’t the type to give up, but tonight, something was different. His body was telling him to quit, but his will—his determination—refused to let him.

In the corner, between rounds, you caught a glimpse of his trainer shouting instructions at him, but Geon Woo’s eyes were locked on you. You could see the unsaid words in his expression, the quiet plea for strength.

He needed to win. Not just for the crowd, not just for his pride. But for you. For everything you meant to him.

The bell rang again for the final round, and you could feel your chest tightening with every movement he made. Geon Woo, though battered, pushed forward, landing a devastating punch to his opponent’s ribs. The crowd roared, the tension palpable.

Then, with a sudden burst of power, Geon Woo threw the final blow. His opponent staggered back, but it was enough. The referee stepped in, calling for the match to end.

The crowd erupted, but your world went silent as Geon Woo collapsed to his knees in exhaustion. You rushed down to the ring, ignoring the security guards who tried to stop you. The moment you reached him, you knelt beside him, cupping his face with your hands.

"Geon Woo…" Your voice was soft, but full of concern.

He looked up at you, his lips curling into a tired, but victorious smile. “Told you I’d win,” he murmured, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. Blood streaked across his face, but there was a fire in his gaze—a quiet pride. “I did it for you. Always.”

Tears pricked your eyes, and you leaned down to kiss him, the world fading away as you lost yourself in the moment.

No matter the scars, no matter the pain—he was yours, and you were his. Forever

But there was no time to bask in victory. You could see the toll the match had taken on him. His knuckles were bloodied, his face marked with bruises, and his legs… his legs were clearly not holding him up well.

“Geon Woo,” you said, voice tight with emotion. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

He nodded, though it seemed like he could barely stand. His trainer came to help, but you were the one who gently guided him, your hand on his arm as you carefully supported him out of the ring. The crowd had begun to disperse, but you felt like you were in a world of your own—only focused on him.

Back at the Locker Room

The sterile smell of the locker room hit you as you helped Geon Woo sit on the bench. His shoulders were slumped, and his body seemed like it was made of stone. He was hurt, badly. You could see the cuts and bruises littering his skin—proof of just how much he’d given in the ring.

You grabbed the medical kit from the side and began carefully tending to him, your fingers trembling as you wiped the blood from his face. Geon Woo sat still, his gaze on you, but his eyes seemed distant, too tired to really focus on anything.

“Does it hurt?” you asked softly, swiping a wet cloth over the cut on his brow. He winced, but nodded.

“It always does,” he said with a faint chuckle, his voice raw. “But it’s worth it.”

You sighed softly, your heart aching. You hated seeing him like this—so broken, so vulnerable. But he was yours, and you were going to take care of him. No matter what.

You applied the ointment carefully, trying not to make him flinch as you worked. His usual prideful, strong exterior was gone. Right now, he needed you, and you would give him everything.

When you finished, you reached for the towel, gently dabbing his face and neck to wipe away the sweat. His breathing was still ragged, but you noticed his shoulders relaxing under your touch.

“Can I ask you something?” he murmured, his voice softer now, the usual bravado fading into something much more fragile.

“Anything,” you replied, your voice steady as you sat beside him, keeping a close eye on the injuries you couldn’t tend to with a first aid kit.

“Why do you stay?” His eyes met yours then, no longer hiding behind a mask of strength. They were open, vulnerable. His usual walls were down, and he let you in completely. “After everything... after the fighting, after the blood and the pain... why do you keep coming back?”

Your heart tightened, and you placed your hand on his knee. "Because I love you, Geon Woo. And I know you need to do this. You need to fight, to prove something to yourself. But I’ll be here, always. Win or lose, I’m not going anywhere."

He looked down at your hand on his knee, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of emotion—a vulnerability he rarely showed anyone, least of all himself.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve you, but I’m glad you’re here.”

You smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “You don’t have to deserve anything. You just have to be you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. When he opened them again, there was a quiet intensity in his gaze. “I’ll be okay,” he promised, though his voice was still hoarse. “You don’t have to worry.”

But you did. You always would.

You stood, and without a word, went to grab a bottle of water, offering it to him. He took it gratefully, his fingers brushing against yours as he drank, and for a second, the weight of the world seemed to slip away, leaving just the two of you in this moment of fragile peace.

"Let’s get you home," you said softly, moving to help him stand.

Geon Woo hesitated for a moment before standing with your assistance. You supported his weight as he leaned on you, and together, you walked out of the locker room. The world outside was still chaotic, but in this quiet moment, with him by your side, you felt like you could conquer anything.

Back at Home

It was late when you finally got him home. Geon Woo was barely able to stand on his own by the time you reached your apartment. You helped him onto the couch, then went to get a hot compress and some more ice for his swelling, placing it on his face as he lay back, eyes closed, exhaustion heavy in every line of his body.

He looked peaceful for once, his breathing steady as he relaxed, surrounded by the quiet comfort of your home.

You sat beside him, stroking his hair softly, whispering little words of comfort and love as he drifted off to sleep, his body finally allowing itself to rest. The fighting might never truly end, but for tonight, for this moment, he was safe.

And you would always be there to take care of him, through every fight, every victory, every bruise, and every scar.

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Chapter Six: A Night Just for Us

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The house was quiet—peaceful in a way that felt rare and precious. The air outside was crisp, carrying the distant sound of the ocean waves, but inside, everything was warm. Soft. Safe.

You sat cross-legged on the living room floor, watching as Ji-ah clumsily wobbled on her hands and knees, determined to reach her father.

Your husband lay on his stomach a few feet away, his face a mixture of pride and amusement. “Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed, tapping the floor encouragingly. “You can do it.”

Ji-ah let out a determined little grunt, rocking back and forth before launching herself forward with all the grace of a baby seal.

You laughed, clapping your hands. “That was at least half a crawl!”

Your husband beamed. “She’s a natural. Definitely takes after me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you were a champion crawler?”

He scoffed. “Obviously. Fastest one in my whole neighborhood.”

Ji-ah babbled something in response, reaching out for her father with eager little hands. The moment he scooped her up, she squealed in delight, tiny fingers grabbing at his face.

“Ow—okay, sweetheart, gentle—” He winced as she latched onto his nose.

You burst out laughing. “She’s claiming you.”

“Yeah, well, I’d prefer if she claimed me with less force—Ji-ah, sweetheart, I need my nose—”

Ji-ah giggled, delighted by his suffering, before suddenly shoving her entire fist into his mouth.

You wheezed. “Oh my god—”

Your husband made a muffled noise of protest, his eyes wide as Ji-ah happily explored his face like he was a brand-new toy. When she finally removed her tiny hand, leaving behind a trail of drool, he sighed dramatically.

“I am but a mere servant to my daughter,” he declared, handing her over to you. “Your turn.”

Ji-ah, now in your arms, immediately reached for your face.

“Oh no you don’t,” you teased, gently blowing on her tummy. She shrieked with laughter, her little body wriggling in delight.

Your husband grinned at the sight, sitting up to rest his chin on your shoulder as he watched the two of you. “She has your laugh,” he murmured.

You glanced at him. “Yeah?”

He nodded, his gaze soft. “Yeah. Every time she laughs, I swear, it sounds just like you.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest.

Ji-ah, completely oblivious to the heartfelt moment, smacked her tiny hand against your face, demanding attention.

Your husband chuckled. “She’s bossy, too. Definitely got that from you.”

You gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me?”

But before you could retaliate, Ji-ah yawned—a big, sleepy yawn that made her entire body stretch.

Your husband smiled. “Someone’s getting tired.”

Carefully, you cradled Ji-ah against your chest, gently rocking her. She let out a few soft coos before her eyelids drooped, her tiny hand resting over your heart.

Your husband reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he whispered.

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “So are you.”

For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. No guards, no masks, no fear. Just the three of you, tucked away in your own little corner of peace.

And as Ji-ah drifted off to sleep in your arms, you realized something.

This—this—was happiness.

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Behind the Mask: A Family's Promise

Chapter Five: The Return of the Babysitters in Red

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“Alright, listen up,” your husband said, pacing in front of the group of guards like a drill sergeant. Ji-ah, nestled in his arms, babbled nonsense, completely unaware of the sheer fear she struck into the hearts of these grown men. “You did okay last time. No casualties, no permanent trauma—good start. But this time? I expect excellence.”

One of the guards, the youngest, raised a hand. “Uh, sir, respectfully—why are we babysitting again?”

“Because my wife and I need a night off,” your husband said firmly. “And because Ji-ah likes you idiots.”

The group exchanged glances. It was true. Ever since their last encounter, the guards had become weirdly attached to the baby. Some of them had even started carrying little trinkets for her—tiny stuffed animals, makeshift toys, even a pacifier they found somewhere (they refused to say where).

Ji-ah let out a happy squeal, reaching toward the oldest guard, who immediately abandoned all sense of authority and reached for her like a grandfather greeting his favorite grandchild.

“…Fine,” he grumbled, cradling her gently. “But if she starts crying again, I’m out.”

Your husband smirked. “Good luck with that.”

And just like that, you and your husband left for your long-awaited night off, while the guards stared at the tiny human now ruling over them once more.

—

Hour One: The Calm Before the Storm

Ji-ah was perfectly content, chewing on a plush toy one of the guards had given her.

“She’s so cute,” one of them whispered in awe.

“She’s a menace,” another corrected, remembering the last time she had screamed their souls out of their bodies.

“She’s perfect,” the youngest sighed, already prepared to lay down his life for this child.

So far, so good.

Then she sneezed.

And absolute chaos erupted.

—

Hour Two: The Crisis

“She’s leaking!!”

“It’s just a runny nose!”

“She’s sick! She’s sick!!”

“NO, SHE’S JUST A BABY.”

The guards scrambled like Ji-ah had activated an alarm. One of them attempted to wipe her nose with his sleeve. Another tried handing her his glove. The youngest ran in circles in sheer panic.

The old guard—who, at this point, had officially accepted his role as Ji-ah’s unofficial grandpa—sighed, grabbed a tissue, and wiped her nose without ceremony.

The room fell into stunned silence.

“…You’re a hero,” one of them whispered.

—

Hour Three: The Escape Attempt

Ji-ah had discovered movement.

Specifically, crawling.

And she was fast.

One moment, she was sitting peacefully, babbling to herself. The next, she was gone.

“WHERE IS SHE?!”

“I TURNED AWAY FOR TWO SECONDS—”

“I SWEAR SHE TELEPORTED.”

The guards tore through the room, flipping over chairs, searching under tables, scrambling like their lives depended on it.

Then, in the corner, a tiny giggle.

They all turned.

Ji-ah sat proudly next to a stack of confiscated masks, clapping her hands like she had won something.

The youngest guard collapsed onto the floor. “She’s too powerful.”

—

Hour Four: The Return of the Parents

By the time you and your husband returned, the break room was destroyed.

Chairs overturned. Papers scattered. A single guard lying face-down on the floor, muttering, “So small… so strong…”

And in the middle of it all, Ji-ah sat happily on the old guard’s lap, chewing on a mask like a teething toy.

Your husband blinked. “…Do I even want to know?”

The old guard simply handed Ji-ah back to you. “Take her. Before she takes us.”

Ji-ah, well-rested and completely oblivious to the destruction she had caused, smiled up at them sweetly.

The guards, despite their exhaustion, melted.

“She’s an angel,” one whispered.

“She’s our queen,” another added.

Your husband rolled his eyes. “You guys are ridiculous.”

But as you glanced at the exhausted men—grown killers who had somehow been completely defeated by a baby—you couldn’t help but smile.

Ji-ah had them wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

And somehow, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time the guards babysat.

Not by a long shot.