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Make It Right [BTS Mafia AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,058

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: Just one more...

Chapter 61: The Most Beautiful Moment In Life

“I’m asking myself again, am I happy right now? The answer is already there, I’m happy.”

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Five Years Later

Hwaseong – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

Yoongi sighed softly as he lit the ends of three incense sticks. As they slowly burned a soft amber, he shook the match to extinguish it and placed each one into the brass basins. Three porcelain urns glistened brightly against the morning light – the smiling faces of each urn’s owner looking back at him from behind the glass framing their portraits. He placed his hands together, closing his eyes and saying a small, silent prayer. After a few minutes, he sighed again and sat on the silk cushion he was offered from Jimin’s family.

“Even after all this time, it still doesn’t get any easier,” he said softly, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I figured it would.”

He managed a small laugh, shaking his head as he brushed his fingers through his now auburn hair. His earrings dangled from the rays of light that peeled in through the small room, capturing all the precious things that each of them had in their lives before leaving the world. Small pieces of memories that would continue to remain in the world long after their passing.

They served as reminders for Yoongi that things could still be good.

On the wall to the right was a painting of a blue and black spotted butterfly flying through golden reeds and a beautiful clear blue sky. It was the last thing Jungkook painted before leaving Hwaseong to come join them all in Seoul – ultimately leaving his dream of attending art school behind. Hanging on the opposite wall was the rosary and silver crucifix that Jimin always carried with him. He only left it behind once and that was the day that he went with Jungkook to retrieve Eden from her kidnappers.

He looked at Eden’s portrait, centered between Jungkook and Jimin’s. The wedding rings she and Jungkook exchanged with one another were placed on a small, satin pillow. He always made sure they were well-polished, even after all these years.

“I hope you three are happy.” He sighed, folding his hands in his lap. “It’s quieter without you here.”

His vision grew slightly hazy and Yoongi quickly wiped at the backs of his eyes with his wrist. Two sets of feet thundered through the yard, kicking shoes off their feet and barreling into his back. Yoongi smiled as two children, a boy and a girl, roughly grabbed at his shoulders and hugged his neck. He wrapped his arms around them, pulling the girl into his lap and tickling her as the boy clung to his neck and hugged him from behind.

“Okay, maybe I lied,” he said loudly over the high-pitched squeals and giggles, “it hasn’t gotten any quieter.”

The little girl with curly hair smiled up at him, pulling on the collar of his shirt. “Appa,” she said, her laughter subsiding, “are you done talking with Jageun Appa, Sookbu and Sookmo?”

“Yeah,” said the little boy, rubbing his nose into Yoongi’s temple, “are you done yet?”

“I wasn’t,” he patiently replied, reaching his hand up to ruffle the boy’s hair, “but I can see you two are ready to go. Weren’t you making rice cakes with your grandparents?”

The little girl nodded. “Yeah, but we got bored. They told us to go outside and play.”

He lifted a brow. “They did?”

“That’s ‘cause Eden kept eating them as they were being made.”

The little boy stuck his tongue out.

“Nuh-uh! Jungmin spilled flour all over the floor!”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

Yoongi sucked in air sharply through his teeth, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. They quickly got quiet, knowing that that was his way of telling them to behave. After a moment, he sighed and stood up – Jungmin still clinging to his neck as Eden straightened out her blue sundress. He hopped slightly, wrapping one arm around Jungmin’s leg so he could secure him on his back a little better while using his other free hand to grab a hold of his daughter’s.

He helped them put their shoes on, slipping into his own, and made his way around to the front of the house. Jimin’s parents gave Yoongi a box wrapped in bright green cloth – food to take home with him. Eden happily took the parcel from them, bowing in appreciation. Jungmin nodded his head as Yoongi bowed as well, promising to return next week. They always insisted that he didn’t have to, but he would always make time to come and check on the Park family at every opportunity.

Children ran and played in the streets and there were festive sounds coming from the heart of the square. An entertainment troupe was in town to perform on the streets and sell their wares. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom and petals rained over the small town like snow in spring. Eden and Jungmin looked longingly at the festival and he smiled, promising to take them back into town after they put everything away back home.

“Daddy?”

Yoongi hummed as he looked down at Eden. “What is it?”

“When are we going to visit Uncle Tae again?”

He paused slightly, a minor hesitation in his steps before resuming his steady pace. Shortly after Taehyung was sentenced to prison for voluntary manslaughter, Yoongi fell into an unhealthy drinking habit. He frequently went on benders until Namjoon saved him from throwing himself off a building in a drunken haze. He attended a drug rehabilitation facility and after being discharged, he was given the opportunity to make something of himself. Eden’s co-worker, Minki, offered to sell Eden’s shop to Yoongi on the condition that he opened an auto-mechanic shop in Hwaseong. Four months later, he established a list of loyal clientele and decided to find a better purpose.

Yoongi adopted two children that same year. Infants at the time, they were now two very rambunctious four-year-old’s: Min Eden and Min Jungmin.

They were his reason for getting up in the morning. They were his reason for discovering meaning to his life.

His children were his most precious treasures.

Smiling, he shook the hand holding his daughter’s. “Soon. We’ll see him again soon.”

“Is he going to be away from us forever?” Jungmin quietly asked.

Yoongi shook his head. “He won’t, Jungmin-ah. He’ll be able to come out and play with you when you’re both a little older.”

In five more years, to be exact.

“Until then, we just have to keep supporting him. We have to tell him ‘fighting’ every time we see him, okay?”

“Okay!” they said in unison, pumping their fists into the air.

He laughed, doing his best to ignore the soft ache in his chest. Things were getting better. Time would heal all wounds. Even his.

Someday it wouldn’t hurt to think about his brothers and the woman he loved. Until then, all Yoongi could do was look forward to tomorrow – a day that he would never take for granted again.

“Gidae-ah,” called Anastasia as she stepped out onto the back porch, “not so rough!”

Namjoon smiled as Gidae barreled into him, knocking him onto his back. They shared a loud laugh and he began mercilessly tickling the young boy’s side. The two of them rolled around in the grass until he was fully pinned down by the boy. They laughed again, pausing long enough to look up at Anastasia as she set a tray of refreshments down on the table in the front lawn.

Gidae immediately scrambled off Namjoon, beelining for his mother and hugging her around the waist as she poured iced tea into three glasses. She lovingly ran her fingers through his dark hair, ruffling the fringe around his eyes.

“You’re going to need a haircut soon, young man,” she said with a smile.

Namjoon dusted off the backs of his pants, crossing over to them. “I’ll take him tomorrow,” he said, taking the offered glass of tea.

He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek and she flushed slightly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. He watched her sigh as Gidae slid into one of the chairs and began nibbling on some fruit.

“Are you sure?” she asked, brows furrowing with concern, “won’t you and Hoseok be busy with those foreign investment bankers?”

“It’ll be fine. I can do it during my break.”

Anastasia sighed again. He knew she always worried about him and how he could easily run himself into the ground with work. But Namjoon made a promise to always put his family first, no matter how busy he may have been. It was the very least he could do for his now departed older brother.

For three years, he watched Anastasia struggling with being a single mother. Seokjin’s parents readily accepted her as a member of their family and she took his last name as if it were her own. Soon they weren’t just the grandparents of her son, but her own mother and father. They doted and fussed over her at every given moment, but knew that she couldn’t dwell in the past forever. She was encouraged to go on blind dates and, for a time, she did.

Gidae was still young and didn’t fully understand the loss of his own father due to having father-figures in his life constantly. When Namjoon wasn’t present, Hoseok was around and after Yoongi was discharged from rehab, he was there to support Anastasia with whatever she needed – even bringing his own adopted children to play with her son. But even so, not having a father would eventually start to chip away at Gidae emotionally and he would begin to question things about the world and about himself.

Two years ago, Namjoon decided to take a chance.

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t have affection for Anastasia. In the beginning, he believed it was out of loyalty to Seokjin that he remained close. Over time, however, his loyalty blossomed into actual love for both Anastasia and Gidae. He no longer saw him as his nephew, but as his own son.

After bringing Anastasia home from dinner one night, Gidae accidentally called Namjoon “Dad”, much to their shock. He asked if he was going to be leaving his mother and him alone again.

Months passed and he felt confident enough to say that Anastasia also grew to care for him.

A year later, Namjoon visited Seokjin’s grave. He sat in front of the large mound of grass and stared at the marble headstone from dawn until dusk. Three empty bottles of soju sat beside him and somewhere in those hours, Namjoon laughed as he reminisced over the good and bad times. He spoke about how big Seokjin’s son was growing and how smart he was becoming. And then he cried as he talked about how much he now loved the woman his older brother unwillingly left behind. Namjoon wanted to protect her, cherish her, and help raise his brother’s son as if he were his own.

He then visited Seokjin’s family and asked for their blessing, to which they readily gave. After he informed his own family, Namjoon went to her home that afternoon and asked her to marry him. He was confident that she would say yes, but the elation that swept through him brought on a new sense of purpose and fueled him with determination.

Now, for the past year, the three of them lived together as a true family.

“Wasn’t Raelyn coming by with Mirae today?” he asked suddenly.

Anastasia nodded as she peeled an apple and fed it to Gidae’s waiting mouth. “She and Hoseok were planning to see Taehyung first.”

Namjoon sank into the chair across from her, reaching out to ruffle Gidae’s hair lovingly. “I’m sure they’ll call when they’re on their way. Yoongi Hyung will never let me hear the end of it if we all don’t make it to the festival today. The kids have been talking about it every chance they can get.”

“Fireworks!” Gidae cried while throwing his hands into the air, “I can’t wait to see the fireworks!”

“Me too,” Anastasia said while laughing, “it’s my favorite part.”

A warm feeling washed over Namjoon as he reached across the table to hold his wife’s hand. Their wedding bands glinted in the sunlight and she squeezed his fingers gently. After all the chaos in their lives, they could finally cherish these precious moments. They could try to put the past behind them, but would never forget.

It was a promise they made to each other; one they never intended to break.

Gwacheon – Gyeonggi Province Korea Correctional Service South Korea

After the routine frisking and checking ended, they were allowed access to the foggy plastic window that mirrored Taehyung to them. The blue jumpsuit seemed to fit him, reminding Hoseok of the time Taehyung used to work the fields of his family’s orchards. Both Hoseok and Raelyn sat down in visitor chairs and Mirae sat in her mother’s lap. Taehyung flashed them his trademark boxy smile and he gave a playful finger wave at Mirae. She giggled and mimicked his gesture, doing her best to stifle a soft yawn with her other hand.

He could hear Taehyung’s breath through the small holes penetrating the plexiglass. For a while, no one said anything to each other. Hoseok couldn’t imagine what sort of expression he had, but it managed to elicit a smile from his younger brother. The gesture was warm, yet it reflected his exhaustion from years of being behind bars.

“Hey, Hyung.” His voice was deep, the words rumbling in his throat.

“Hey,” Hoseok replied, drumming his fingers against his thigh.

Taehyung turned his head to look at Raelyn. “How’re you doing, Hyungsoo-nim?”

“I’m fine, Doryeon-nim.” She paused, pulling Mirae a little closer. “We’re fine.”

Their gazes lingered on each other a moment longer before Taehyung’s face brightened as he peered at Mirae. “And how’s my favorite niece?”

Hoseok’s brows furrowed as he saw Mirae giggling while waving her arms around playfully. “I’m great, Uncle Tae Tae! We’re going to the festival with Uncle Namjoon and Uncle Yoongi’s families when we go back home.”

“Oh? The festival, huh?” Taehyung smiled as he leaned back in his chair. “I miss food from the festival. The fireworks too.”

“You’ll be able to come when you’re released,” Hoseok offered gently, a reassuring expression painting over his features, “you know it’s a Hwaseong tradition.”

Taehyung averted his gaze momentarily, lacing his fingers together in his lap. “Yeah…”

Raelyn suddenly stood, setting Mirae down so she could stand as well. Turning to Hoseok, she smiled. “I’ll wait for you outside.” Her eyes shifted back to Taehyung. “It was good to see you, Doryeon-nim. Please take care of yourself.”

“You too, Hyungsoo-nim,” he said softly. His gaze lingered over her for a moment before moving to look at Mirae. He beamed at her. “You be good and listen to your parents, Mirae-ah. And stay out of trouble.”

“Kay!” she said, waving back to him happily before leaving the visitor room with her mother.

Hoseok remained seated, peering back at Taehyung for a long moment. Why did it have to be this way? Why had it come down to this? Even after all these years, Hoseok still couldn’t truly accept it in his heart, despite the resolute expression that continued to remain on Taehyung’s face.

“Thank you, Hyung,” he said, causing Hoseok’s shoulders to tense slightly, “Mirae’s so cute.”

“She’s trouble,” Hoseok said while smiling, “just like you.”

Taehyung chuckled. “Let’s hope not.”

“I agree. I’ll see you around, Taehyung-ah. Be healthy.”

Hoseok moved to stand and he saw his younger brother mirror his movements. The two men stood apart from each other, separated by a clear wall. He wanted nothing more than to pull his brother into his arms and hold him – to let him cry and vent his frustrations out. But until he was finally released from prison, he knew that it wouldn’t be possible.

When the time came, he’d be waiting with a block of tofu to shove into his mouth. They would all be waiting.

“Hyung?”

“Yeah?”

“…can I still see her when I get out of this place?” Taehyung’s brows furrowed. “Will you let me do that?”

Hoseok smiled through the onset of tears, a broken laugh all he was able to manage for that second. After he cleared his throat, he reached out and pressed his hand to the glass. Taehyung did the same.

“Of course. We’re family.”

The two brothers shared a glance, tears brimming their eyes, before the guard came and escorted Taehyung out of the visitor’s station. He watched his brother disappear behind the white doors, the sound resembling that of a mausoleum’s doors shutting. After a bit of prodding from a security guard, Hoseok was brought back to the main lobby where Raelyn and Mirae were waiting.

“Daddy!” Mirae said, running toward him and grabbing his hand. She tugged at it, urging him to hurry. “Let’s go, Daddy! We’re going to miss the festival!”

Hoseok laughed, shaking his head a little as Raelyn reached out to wipe at the tears that threatened to fall. She pressed a kiss to his lips, the two of them smiling as Mirae made an “ew” sound below them. They each grabbed ahold of their daughter’s hands, swinging her arms back and forth as they reached the parking lot.

“I love you, Hoseok-ah,” Raelyn said as she met his gaze.

He let go of Mirae’s hand to pull his wife closer to him. He kissed her temple gently, his lips brushing across the shell of her ear. “I love you too, Choseungdal,” he whispered, “I love you both.”

As they parted, they laughed happily as Mirae fussed over them being gross. Their daughter ran and they gave chase, taking a moment to bask in the joy that followed the aftermath of their stormy lives. It was a hard road they’d traveled. But now there would only be wonderful days ahead. In time, they would be able to look at the past and learn from the good and bad moments.

But right now, this was the most beautiful moment in life.

Make It Right [BTS Mafia AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 Epilogue

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,882

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: This is it. This is the end. It's been a long journey and I'm happy to have taken it with you all. Thank you for all the love, support, and energy everyone has given me throughout the course of this series. You guys are amazing and I look forward to seeing you in the next story!

Epilogue: Definition of a Father

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

Five Years Later

"Okay, I think that's a wrap guys."

Taehyung slid the headphones off his head, smiling as he waved a drumstick at the mixers and producers in the booth. The other members of the indie band he was currently working for, The Cataclysm, let their headphones rest around their necks while pulling off their instruments to set them on their respective stands. They were all complaining about having been stuck in the studio for the past six days, sometimes sleeping in the recording booth for half an hour at best. It was about time they got to call it quits.

Pulling out his cell, he saw that he had a few missed calls from Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok and Anastasia. Yoongi reassured him that the call was nothing important, just checking in. Namjoon was calling to confirm dinner plans for the evening at the house and Anastasia was doing the same. Hoseok left a voicemail saying that he was going to be a little late that evening working on a project but that he'd be getting Mirae from Yoongi's to take her to Namjoon's house once they finished up at the skatepark. 

Noting that it hadn't been that long since Hoseok called, he dialed his brother back and waited for him to answer - a soft smile gracing his lips as he waved goodbye to his other bandmates. "Hey, you haven't made it to Namjoon Hyung's yet, have you?" Hearing the negative, he slid his drumsticks into his bag, zipping the pack up and slinging one of the straps across his shoulder. "You can bring Mirae to the studio if you want before heading back to work. She can hang out with me for a bit until we all head to the house."

He heard the slightly hesitant response from Hoseok. After reassuring him that he was done with studio work for the night, Taehyung smiled at Mirae's voice on the other line saying she wanted to go to Namjoon and Anastasia’s with her Uncle Tae Tae. There was some banter between the two, all in good fun, before Hoseok hung up saying that he would drop her off. All Taehyung had to do now was wait.

Once he'd gathered up his remaining things, he made his way to the lobby just as the door to the studio swung open and Mirae ran inside with her backpack and skateboard. She spotted Taehyung and waved her hand erratically - her smile growing steadily larger.

He still couldn’t wrap his head around it being ten years since she was born.

Taehyung smiled, kneeling down as the young girl all but flew into his arms. He held his “niece” warmly in his arms, cradling the back of her head. "Hey there, Agassi!" Pulling her away so he could look into the young girl's face, he chuckled. "You have fun at the skate park with your Papa and Uncle Yoongi?"

Mirae gave a swift nod. "Yeah! Uncle does some of the coolest tricks ever! He says when I get bigger, he'll teach me everything he knows."

"Oh yeah?" Taehyung held his hand out so he could take Mirae's into his own. 

The two of them chatted about random things as they headed out of the studio. They spoke about what their plans were for summer vacation - to hit the beaches in Busan and see all of the sights and then some. Maybe even a trip to the States or Japan when the time permitted it. Hoseok was playing catch up behind Namjoon and fervently working on a few projects when he could. Summer was a time to reflect, but also a time to bask in the joys of the present.

There was so much time he had to make up for. Time he would continue to make up for.

Hailing for a cab, Taehyung ushered Mirae to clamber inside so they could head to Namjoon and Anastasia’s house. It was strange, really, that he was no longer living in a house with all the others like he had been when they resided in Seoul. After everything that transpired, after so much loss and suffering, time really did manage to heal old wounds. The loss of Seokjin, Jimin, Jungkook and Eden didn’t hurt as badly as it once did so many years ago. Even Taehyung’s time spent in incarceration felt like little more than a blur. He was older, wiser, and far more humble than he’d ever been in his entire life. Everyone had their own families and were doing their best to pick up the pieces of their broken lives. 

The hardest part for Taehyung these days was forcing himself to see Mirae as his niece and not his daughter. 

While Mirae didn’t mention anything aloud, Taehyung and Hoseok both sensed a certain level of apprehension from her a few days prior. The aura may have ebbed some since his visit to Jimin's home, but there was always a bit of hesitation here and there. Taehyung decided to let her work out her own dreads and if he needed to help her through them, he would do so without question. Mirae became his world and, as such, he would do anything for the child. There were many things that she didn't understand and while he may not have had all the answers, he would do his best to give her what answers he could.

Soon they arrived at Namjoon’s home and Taehyung paid the cabby. Letting Mirae get out first, they waited for the cab to leave before making their way up the winding pathway to the house. Anastasia was preparing a huge Parents’ Day feast for the important people in her life (who hadn't made previous plans already with their own families) and Taehyung could never turn down a home cooked meal from his sister-in-law. Raelyn was already there to help with whatever she could in the kitchen. 

Just before they were about to make their way up the steps, Mirae stopped and grabbed onto the hem of Taehyung's shirt. Pausing before taking another step, he looked down at her and saw her eyes were downcast.

He turned, squatting down in front of Mirae as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "What's up, Agassi?"

Mirae bit her lower lip, not sure if she wanted to continue or just ignore the feeling eating at her and go inside. Taehyung remained silent, knowing that she would divulge her thoughts when she was ready. It didn't take long, as he'd predicted. 

"Today is Parents’ Day and I made you a card." Watching her fish into her bag, Mirae pulled out the soft yellow envelope, handing it to Taehyung and the older man took it with a smile - the large letters of his name scrawled across the front in a charming adolescent flourish. Looking up at Mirae, he was about to thank her when he saw that his niece was still fighting with something. "Uncle Yoongi told me that Parents’ Day isn't just for fathers and mothers, but for men and women that we look up to, respect and care about. It’s about the people who are important to us...and stuff. And I know I didn't get you anything last year for Parents’ Day, but a lot of stuff was going on and--"

"Mirae-ah, it's okay. I know what was happening then and it's fine. I promise."

Mirae nodded, blowing air out of her mouth as she had a look that clearly screamed she was trying to think of what she wanted to say next. Or how she should word it. Her face was like an open book, it was almost funny sometimes. 

"...well, I know that you're really important to me and this dumb kid, Chansoo, said you can't be like a dad because I already have a dad and since you’re my uncle, you can't ever be my dad but Uncle Yoongi said that kinda thing doesn't define a father so I can have as many dads as I want and...and..."

Taehyung reached out, pulling Mirae into a hug because he knew the girl's tears were probably threatening to spill out at any given moment. She trembled slightly in his arms and he held tighter onto her, cradling the back of her head as he felt Mirae’s smaller hands grasping at his shoulder blades. But, truth be told, Taehyung was doing this to hold his own emotions in check. He’d honestly been concerned that Mirae, while a good and compassionate kid who always showed him affection, did not wish to fully open up to him because of this same conflict. It was a subject that he feared would always bring his daughter heartache and so he always left it alone - believing that Hoseok and Raelyn would remedy the hesitation in their daughter's heart.

Because Taehyung could never tell her that she was, in fact, his daughter.

Once the girl's trembling ceased, Taehyung pulled Mirae away from him for a moment and smiled while wiping his thumb across her cheek to get rid of the stray tear that managed to escape. Mirae sniffled, rubbing a fist into her other eye as she looked back at Taehyung. 

"Even if you never called me like that, I've always considered myself one of your dads. You're Hoseok Hyung’s daughter and so that makes you like my daughter. Got it?" The young girl nodded again and Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled Mirae into another hug, patting her back in a soothing fashion. "So whenever you're ready, you can call me what you want or just keep calling me Uncle Tae Tae. It won't change how I feel about you and how you'll always be both my niece and my daughter."

Leaning back a bit, he watched as Mirae seemed almost torn between emotions. But relief soon visibly swept through her and she smiled brightly. Taehyung stood, rubbing his palms across the thighs of his jeans and the two of them made their way up the steps of the verandah. 

Just as they rang the doorbell, Mirae pulled on Taehyung's sleeve to get his attention once more. "Say...Uncle Tae Tae?" Taehyung quipped a brow and looked at the young girl, smirking - a silent nudge for her to continue. "Has Papa said anything to you about me getting married? Because I don't think I'm ready for that kinda thing. He said he's picked out my groom and everything."

Taehyung blinked for a moment, words and thoughts completely knocked out of his mouth and head, before he realized what she was referring to. Sputtering for a moment, he then laughed outright and shook his head, placing his hand atop Mirae's head and ruffling her hair some. "I wouldn't really worry about that kind of talk just yet, Agassi. Your Papa  likes to jump the gun...a lot."

The girl nodded in understanding, or at least that's what Taehyung assumed. But the older man knew that Mirae didn't have any idea just what lay in store for her in the coming years. She had no idea at all, but that was what made the future worth looking forward to. 

Surely there would be plenty of happy days like this to come.

Because now he had the time.

F I N