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2.𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.!!!

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The Jeon Palace had always been a monument of silence—lethal, still, and unbreakable. But lately, silence had been replaced by something far more unsettling.

Chaos.

Not the blood-soaked kind the Mafia emperor was used to. No, this was domestic chaos.

And it had a name: Jeon Jimin.

The week following the coronation had been relatively calm in the outside world. The Jeon Empire's grip was firmer than ever, the Toricelli ashes swept from every corner of Europe, and even the minor mafias were crawling like ants to swear allegiance.

But inside the palace?

Hell.

The emperor was losing every ounce of sanity—and not to an enemy.

To his spouse.

To the softest looking, most dangerous man to ever hold a gun—and now, someone who refused to drink his favourite wine and had developed a sudden obsession with chocolate-flavored everything.

"Where is my goddamn mocha fudge swirl?" Jimin's voice thundered from the kitchen wing of the palace.

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, a vein visibly twitching near his temple. Seokjin flinched next to him, half a spoon of crème brûlée mid-air, while Yoongi quietly turned back into his shadows.

"He screamed like someone shot him," Jungkook muttered under his breath.

"Better pray someone does," Hoseok whispered. "It might calm him down and save you his majesty."

Jungkook rose from the long black marble dining table, hands folded behind his back. He took one long inhale, reminding himself that this wasn't a rival boss or a traitorous underling.

This was his spouse.

His beloved darling spouse.

The one who had broken necks without blinking and now had a meltdown over missing dessert.

Jungkook made his way to the palace kitchen, where Jimin stood—shirtless, hair damp, fury radiating from his body like a tangible force. The freezer door was hanging open behind him, and his fingers were twitching like they'd rather hold a knife than a spoon.

"You sent for me, love?" Jungkook asked carefully, voice lower, measured.

Jimin turned sharply, his glare so intense it could shatter glass. "Do you know how long I've been craving that damn ice cream, Jungkook!?"

Jungkook blinked the angered Jungkook his full name not jsut his name in normal tone but in such a tone the shift right from his majesty. "I'll have the entire country searched if I must, but—"

"That's not the point!" Jimin snapped, slamming the freezer shut. "Nothing tastes right! Not wine, not whiskey, not even your stupid espresso martinis that I used to enjoy."

The emperor sighed, crossing the floor slowly, deliberately. "You haven't had a drop of alcohol in days."

Jimin huffed and folded his arms. "So?"

"You turned down a bottle of Chateau Margaux I opened just for you." Jungkook's voice lowered as he neared. "You cursed at me for using cologne this morning because the 'smell was too much.' You nearly murdered that new recruit because he brought the wrong chocolate tart—twice."

"Then maybe train your recruits better," Jimin spat back, but it was softer now. The fire in his tone was losing its edge.

Jungkook reached out slowly, fingers curling around Jimin's jaw, tilting his face up gently. "What's going on, baby?" he asked, voice dropping to a whisper only the space between them could hear. "This isn't like you. You've been... softer. Angrier. Tired."

Jimin looked away for a beat, then let his forehead fall against Jungkook's shoulder. "I don't know what's wrong with me," he admitted, for once sounding vulnerable.

Jungkook pulled him into his arms with little resistance, one palm stroking the back of Jimin's neck, removing his blazer and covering Jimin's topless toned body with it.

"You're snapping one second, crying at that stupid dog movie the next, you never cried other than confessing your feelings to me all your life," Jungkook whispered. "You cursed out the chef for putting mint in the chocolate mousse. You've been sleeping so much—and yet you wake up even grumpier."

Jimin grumbled, face hidden in the emperor's chest. "You're annoying me right now."

"You've been annoyed for seven days straight," Jungkook said, gently kissing his temple. "But I know you. You're not... unwell. You're off. Like your body is changing something it hasn't told you about."

"Are you saying I'm sick Jeon Jungkook!?" Jimin pulled away slightly, frowning.

"No." Jungkook shook his head slowly, eyes narrowing in curiosity. "I'm saying... I think you might be—"

Jimin blinked.

Jungkook's gaze dropped from Jimin's face to his waist. "I think we should call the doctor," he said simply. "Now."

Jimin blinked again. "You think—"

"I know," Jungkook cut him off, lips brushing against Jimin's forehead. "Your scent's different. Your skin's warmer. You cried at a perfume ad, Jimin. And you almost punched me in the shower because I handed you the wrong shampoo."

Jimin stiffened. "That was valid. You do know I hate lavender—"

"Darling," Jungkook said gently. "You're pregnant."

The silence that followed could've shattered the marble floors beneath them.

Jimin opened his mouth. Closed it.

Then opened it again.

"...What the actual fuck?" he breathed.

Jungkook only held him tighter. "I'll call the doctor, Jeon Jimin."

The room was quiet—eerily so.

White light pooled onto the black marble floor from the overhead chandelier, illuminating every inch of the vast Jeon Palace infirmary. But despite the space, the silence between them was intimate. Tangible.

Jungkook sat beside the medical bed, elbow resting on his thigh, knuckles against his lips, his obsidian eyes focused solely on the man sitting before him—his empress. His Jimin.

The doctor's words still echoed in the silence like a lingering drumbeat.

"Congratulations, your majesty. His highness is twelve weeks pregnant—with twins."

The words hit Jungkook like a gunshot and a melody at once—sharp and disorienting, yet stunningly beautiful.

Jimin sat in stunned silence, one hand unconsciously drifting to his still-flat abdomen, while his wide eyes struggled to meet Jungkook's. But Jungkook—he didn't look shocked. Not entirely.

Because deep down, he had known.

He had felt it.

The changes. The shifts. The way Jimin had flinched from wine. The erratic moods. The strange cravings for chocolate and sugar-laced things. The short tempers and long silences. As the doctor left the couple for privacy after suggesting some prescriptions and advice related to pregnancy.

And the aching, quiet truth of it all.

Jungkook's voice finally broke the silence, low, measured, like thunder restrained beneath velvet.

"Twins," he whispered, barely loud enough for the echo to catch.

Jimin blinked. "I... I didn't know."

"I did," Jungkook replied softly, and when Jimin looked up at him, he wasn't met with judgment or anger—but something far more terrifying. Love. Raw. Unfiltered. Love in its most dangerous form: that of Jeon Jungkook's.

Jimin's lips parted, but Jungkook shook his head and reached across the distance between them. One large, warm hand cupped the side of Jimin's neck, thumb brushing along his jaw with a softness that should've been impossible from the devil himself.

"You thought you could hide it from me?" Jungkook asked, tilting his head slightly. "I noticed before even you did."

"I didn't want to assume—"

"Assume?" Jungkook cut in gently, brushing a stray hair from Jimin's temple. "Dangshin, I married you for an heir. But I fell in love with you before that heir could ever be real."

Jimin's throat caught. His voice trembled when he spoke, "You... remember that night?"

"How could I forget?" Jungkook's voice dipped lower, rougher. "You stood before me with your chin held high, during the rituals and traditions that night you agreed to carry my legacy not just as a spouse—but as a soldier. As a partner. You were fire in human form that night. You still are."

Jimin finally let a small, breathy laugh escape, tears shimmering in the corners of his eyes. "I didn't think you'd fall in love with me."

"Neither did I," Jungkook confessed. "But now I can't imagine surviving a day without you."

Jimin leaned into his touch as if the weight of the moment had finally cracked open the iron in his bones. "They're real," he whispered. "The twins..."

Jungkook moved slowly, deliberately, until his knees hit the edge of Jimin's chair. He crouched, bringing himself level with his empress. His shadow. His life.

His hands moved to Jimin's waist, resting there for a moment, grounding them both. "They're proof, aren't they?"

Jimin frowned softly, confused.

"They're proof we were right all along," Jungkook said, eyes glittering with something dark and profound. "Jaehi. Jiguk. It's them. They weren't someone else, weren't mistaken... They're ours."

There was a beat of silence.

And then Jimin's bottom lip trembled. He covered his mouth with one hand as the truth settled over him like a sacred fire.

Jungkook rose, and without warning, crushed Jimin to his chest.

The kiss was instant. Deep. Soul-twisting.

It wasn't hunger. It was home.

Their lips met with an aching desperation, a thousand unsaid things exchanged through the simple movement. Jimin's arms slid around Jungkook's neck, pulling him closer, anchoring them together. His legs instinctively locked around Jungkook's waist, and the emperor allowed it—no, welcomed it—as he held Jimin tight, one hand cradling the back of his head and the other protectively splayed across the small of his back.

When they broke apart, gasping softly, Jungkook leaned their foreheads together.

"We created them," he whispered. "You and I. Together."

Jimin blinked up at him, eyes glowing. "That's... terrifyingly beautiful."

A rare smirk tugged at the corner of Jungkook's lips. "Guess we're not just rulers of the underworld anymore. We're parents too."

Jimin's expression cracked into a smile, his usual sharpness dulled by joy. "Lucifer and his Shadow... making babies."

"And apparently raising them into elite assassins," Jungkook muttered, "because those twins fought like devils themselves."

"They're us," Jimin whispered. "Little pieces of us."

Jungkook's hand drifted between them, to the space just beneath Jimin's navel. He pressed his palm flat against the warmth of Jimin's body.

"Inside here," he murmured, voice low and reverent, "is the legacy of the empire... and the heart of everything I love."

Jimin couldn't hold back his tears this time. Not because he was weak. But because he had never felt stronger.

In this moment—in this space between fear and joy, between past and future—they were no longer just rulers, no longer just weapons, or symbols, or myths wrapped in velvet and blood.

They were real.

They were in love.

And they were going to become a family.

"Let's protect them," Jimin whispered. "Like they protected us."

Jungkook nodded once, jaw set, eyes burning. "No one lays a hand on them. Not even time."

And just like that, the fate of the world shifted. Not with a bang. But with the beat of a heart. Or rather—two tiny heartbeats nestled beneath the ribs of an empress, held in the arms of a king.

Jungkook sat against the headboard, legs stretched and relaxed, while Jimin lay curled gently against his chest—his breath a soft rhythm syncing with the emperor's heartbeat. Their hands remained tightly intertwined between them, fingers woven together like a sacred thread that tethered their souls. The night around them was hushed, sacred, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and unspeakable peace.

"I didn't think we could come this far... Jungkook," Jimin whispered, his voice feather-light but full of depth—like a confession breathed into the wind. His eyes stayed closed as his cheek rested against the comforting rise and fall of Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook's gaze softened as he looked down at the man nestled into his arms. He brought their joined hands to his rosy lips and pressed a tender kiss to Jimin's knuckles before speaking—his voice low, reflective, full of quiet awe.

"Well... I certainly never thought I'd come this far in such a loved way. You know, this word—love—it used to feel icy to me. Cold. Empty. Just another lie the world used to dress up control. But you," he paused, brushing his thumb over Jimin's wrist, "you made it real. You melted the frost in me, Jeon Jimin. You made me feel what it means to be human. And I... I love this human part of me—because it was carved by you. For you. And now, for our children too."

Jimin lifted his head slightly, his eyes glassy, and placed a gentle kiss on Jungkook's collarbone—slow and reverent—right where his pulse beat beneath his skin. Jungkook let out a low chuckle, the kind reserved only for moments that touched him too deeply for words.

He pressed a soft kiss into the crown of Jimin's hair and whispered into the hush between them, "Thank you... for everything, my love. For saving me when I didn't know I needed saving. For stepping into my world without armor. For marrying me, even when it wasn't what your heart wanted then. For choosing, every day, to love me in ways I didn't think I deserved."

His voice lowered further, reverent as his arms tightened around Jimin.

"And thank you... for being the one to carry our children. The strongest, fiercest soul I've ever known—now becoming the heart of a family I never dared to dream of."

Jimin's breath hitched softly, and he burrowed deeper into his husband's embrace, his lips brushing the skin above Jungkook's heart.

"I didn't just marry you, Jungkook... I became yours. And now we both belong to something far greater than power."

Their silence afterward wasn't empty. It was filled with a thousand unspoken promises, shared through quiet touch, through skin and breath and intertwined fingers. In that bed, beneath the stars that hung high above their empire, the devil and his shadow lay together—not as monsters, not as rulers.

But as lovers. As husbands.

And now—parents.

The room was dim, the soft rustle of silk curtains brushing against stained-glass windows as the warm light of a setting sun spilled across the marble floor. The scent of sandalwood lingered, curling in the air like memory—like fate tightening its grip.

In the heart of the Jeon mansion, silence throbbed like a heartbeat.

Jungkook sat tall on his leather-backed chair, the emperor's presence undeniable even in stillness. His posture was regal, black shirt unbuttoned at the throat, veins threading down the back of his hands where they rested against the carved armrests. His obsidian eyes burned—not with rage, nor confusion, but with clarity. With truth.

Beside him sat Jimin, softer in silhouette, yet no less commanding. The silk of his ivory robes shimmered like moonlight over water, his hands folded in front of him. And yet, his knuckles were white.

They had waited long enough. Discussed this thoroughly after the news of pregnancy they decide to finally confront the twins——- no their twins actually.

"Bring them," Jungkook said simply, his voice calm and firm, the words carrying like commandment through the walls.

Within minutes, the heavy doors creaked open. Two figures stepped in, nervous but composed, unaware of what awaited them.

Jaehi and Jiguk stood still, backs straight, their identical features striking even under the low light—dark hair, burning eyes, the familiar curl of lips that looked far too much like the very man seated before them. But it wasn't the resemblance that made Jungkook rise.

It was something deeper.

Jimin's eyes flicked over their forms—observant, careful.

"You called for us, your majesties?" Jiguk asked, his voice low but stable. Still using titles. Still hiding behind rehearsed reverence.

But before either of them could speak again, Jungkook crossed the floor.

The silence in the Emperor's grand chamber was unnerving—thick like velvet and heavy with something unspoken. The tall obsidian doors creaked open, and the twins stepped inside, posture straight, hearts thundering.

Jaehi and Jiguk stood side by side, eyes flickering between their parents—no, their past parents—who stood in silence before them. The soft rays of sunset filtered through the colossal glass windows, bathing the room in a golden glow, casting halos behind Jungkook and Jimin.

Before either of the twins could utter a word, Jeon Jungkook—the man whose name commanded empires and silenced wars—stepped forward. His presence swallowed the space between them.

Without warning, his arms swept around both twins in a single motion.

A rare, unheard-of embrace.

A father's embrace.

He pulled them into his chest with a grip that was both possessive and protective, the kind of hold that said: I've lost you before, and I'm not letting go again.

Soft, reverent kisses by their dad landed on each of their foreheads.

Jaehi froze.

Jiguk went still as stone.

Their lips parted, but nothing came out. No words. No sounds. Just wide, shocked eyes staring back at one another across their dad's shoulder. It wasn't fear. It wasn't even confusion anymore. It was disbelief.

Jungkook—their terrifying, infamous father—had touched them first.

Not out of duty.

Not out of their constant pressure.

But from something else.

Something deeper.

Love.

"Wha—what..." Jaehi blinked, eyes wide.

The twins stood paralyzed in the arms of Jeon Jungkook—Lucifer himself—the emperor of the underworld. His warmth, his sandalwood scent, the pressure of his hand as it curled at the back of their heads... it was not just affection.

It was familiarity.

Another soft kiss landed on Jiguk's forehead. Then one on Jaehi's.

Neither could speak. They looked at each other from either side of their father's chest, eyes wide, hearts thundering.

Jungkook let the hug linger, then slowly stepped back. There was a rare softness in his face—still iron-lined with control, but shimmering with something vulnerable.

"You're not dreaming," he said, voice softer than either of them had ever heard. "Though I must admit, this is one dream I wouldn't want to wake up from."

They stared at him, dazed, still unsure of what was happening. And then, behind them, Jimin's voice chimed in like silk sliding through smoke.

Jimin chuckled softly from behind. "Won't you both come to your appa now? Or should I think you only love your dad, hmm?"

The words hung in the air like thunder, their sweetness turning the earth beneath their feet to water.

Jaehi's legs nearly buckled.

Jiguk looked like someone had kicked the air out of his lungs.

Jungkook laughed.

For the first time since they had arrived in 2025, their dad—their dad—laughed freely. Head tilted slightly back, eyes soft with amusement, the smile on his face didn't belong to a mafia emperor. It belonged to a father watching his children flail under their own emotions.

"And no, as I already said" he said, voice low, rumbling with emotion. "You both aren't dreaming, my little ones. Alright, it's weird to call you that when you're only a few years younger than me and Jimin in this timeline. But I've earned the right."

"D-Dad...?" Jiguk's voice cracked, trying to hide behind formality. "I-I mean, His Majesty—"

"Jaehi...Jiguk..." Jimin's voice was soft but commanding. "You really thought you could fool your parents?"

Jaehi gasped. Jiguk's mouth parted to speak but nothing came out.

"Appa?" Jaehi barely breathed.

"You heard me, my darling girl." Jimin smiled gently, stepping forward.

"You really thought we wouldn't figure out this, when you literally have mirror like face of me ?" Jungkook chuckled, low and warm, like gravel kissed by honey, "you're not hallucinating."

The moment hung like the still before a storm, heavy with emotion.

"We've known," Jimin said, voice quiet now, "or... suspected for a long time. The eyes. The hands. The way you spoke to us like you'd already memorized our souls and not to forget the way you both behave and your fighting skills."

"You think we wouldn't recognize our own blood?" Jungkook added, his eyes locked on Jiguk.

Jiguk flinched. "I— your majesty —" he stopped himself, stumbling over his own breath. "Dad, I... We didn't know how to tell you."

Jaehi stumbled forward as if on instinct, falling into Jimin's embrace.

He caught her—of course, he did.

His arms wrapped around her like they had always belonged there, one hand stroking the back of her head while the other pressed against her spine. And with a single breath against his chest, Jaehi cracked.

A single sob escaped. Then another. And then she wept. Unrestrained. Unfiltered.

Like a little girl again.

"Appa..." she sobbed, clinging to Jimin's black robe as if it were a lifeline. "I missed you so much... so much..."

Jimin buried his face in her hair, blinking fast. "I know, baby. I know... I missed you too."

Jiguk stood frozen until a hand found his shoulder.

Jungkook.

Silent. Steady.

He turned slowly, eyes locking with his father's. The look in Jungkook's eyes... it wasn't soft. No, it was blazing.

Pride.

Admiration.

Love.

Jiguk's lips trembled. "I didn't want to lie, but I didn't know if you'd..."

"You think I wouldn't recognize the person who has my eyes...my voice...my fists," Jungkook said with a soft scoff. "You've always been a headache, even when you were unknown and look at you both still not believing."

That made Jiguk laugh—a shaky, broken thing—and he reached forward, grabbing Jungkook by the waist, burying his face in his father's chest.

The Emperor stiffened only for a second. Then his arms came down around his son's back.

Jimin looked up, his eyes meeting Jungkook's over their children's heads.

And both nodded.

Because they didn't need blood tests or DNA results. They had the truth in their arms.

"Don't ever think we didn't recognize you," Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss into Jiguk's hair. "We knew the moment you made us laugh. The moment you made us soft. We knew."

Jaehi sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "We tried to be careful."

"You were," Jimin said with a wry smile. "Too careful. Except, you forgot one thing."

"What?"

"You're ours," Jungkook said. "And no one knows you better than we do."

Jiguk pulled back to look up at them. "So... you're not mad?"

"Mad?" Jungkook scoffed. "I'm furious."

The twins froze.

"Furious that you ever thought we wouldn't want you, that you didn't even try to confront us." Jungkook said, leaning down to press another kiss to Jaehi's head.

"That's right," Jimin added. "You're ours. Always were. Always will be."

Jaehi and Jiguk stood in silence, hearts too full for words. For the first time, the four of them—an emperor, his shadow, and their two time-traveling children—stood whole.

Together.

United.

Like they were always meant to be.

And in that moment, with no throne, no empire, no soldiers, For a moment, there were no empires. No blood. No power.
no war—just four hearts bound by time and love—they were simply...

A family.

Just a family.

Jaehi reached up and cradled Jimin's face. "You're so beautiful, Appa," she whispered, brushing her thumb under his eye. "I wanted to tell you that for so long."

"And you both," Jimin whispered, his voice shaking, "look so much like your Dad, it hurts beautifully."

Jungkook chuckled, reaching to stroke Jaehi's hair. "Scarily so."

"Is that a compliment?" she smirked, half-laughing through her tears.

"I don't know," Jungkook replied, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb, "I've never seen myself cry before and may I add my female self too."

They all laughed then—quiet and breathless.

The moment was pure. Whole.

And then, as if time itself was blessing them, a breeze blew through the windows, catching the edge of Jimin's robe, making it flutter like a banner of peace.

The silk sheets rustled softly as Jaehi shifted, her head gently resting in Jungkook's lap, her fingers still laced around his wrist as if afraid he'd slip away. The Emperor—the feared Lucifer of the underworld—sat there completely still, his hand moving in soft circles against his daughter's back. His sharp eyes, once icy, were now reflecting an entirely different fire: protective, warm, and quietly terrified of losing what was now undeniably his. "How did you both even end up here ? Did they invent some time machine shit sort or something ?" Jungkook questions while running his fingers through her long silky hairs.

"Dad we just fell in some water and we were here without any Time Machine, may be us travelling here was just meant to happen." Jiguk replied.

On his other side, Jimin held Jiguk in a quiet embrace, their foreheads lightly touching, breathing in sync as if one heartbeat wasn't enough to hold the weight of their emotions. Jimin's pale fingers brushed through his son's hair slowly, soothingly—he had never held a weapon more carefully. "Then your going back might be unexpected and naturally too, when the time comes, certainly you both won't be here for long as it might disturb nature of universe." Jimin said looking at them.

"Certainly your Appa is right.... Well it feels weird meeting you both, considering you are already growing in Jimin right now and us being parents it's new yet strangely beautiful." Jungkook said in a low yet calm tone.

The room was silent. Not the kind that came from a lack of words—but the kind that carried the fullness of everything that couldn't be spoken.

They all sit together on the couples bed while they twins disclose the reason for their time travel might be with them saving Jimin from entering into the previous war with masimo they assume that Jimin's life would have been at stake and that's why they were here to change that

Couple too agree with that becuase right now only that seemed the most illogical yet logical explanation for their time travel.

The couple asked how are they are in future like to which twins says

Same too bloodily dangerous more powerful and more crazy for each other in love.

Jaehi's voice broke that quiet first, barely above a whisper.
"Dad, Appa... will we ever see you again?"

The question trembled in the air. It wasn't childish. It wasn't just emotional. It was the raw, aching fear of someone who knew loss far too intimately. Her voice cracked slightly as she continued, "I don't want to live a single day without you both."

Jungkook's lips parted slightly. He had taken hundreds of confessions, had heard a thousand screams, but nothing ever rattled his steel heart like this. His daughter. His daughter. Asking him to stay in her life—asking with the softness of love, not the authority of blood.

Jiguk raised his head slightly from Jimin's chest, his voice clearer but no less pained. "We're strong, you know that. In our time, me and Jaehi... we're good. Leaders. Heirs. But that doesn't mean anything when the people you fight for—live for—aren't there."

Jimin's throat tightened. "Jiguk..."

Jiguk smiled, broken and brave at once. "You both think this bond is new, don't you? But for us... we've lived your love our whole lives. We were raised in it. Practically clinging on either of you every second like skin. We know every expression, every death glare, every eye-roll, every silent conversation between you two." His voice dropped. "You don't see it yet. But you're already our everything. It's just that all I'm trying to say is you won't understand it now but appa dad we both love you a lot more than you can imagine, infact you've no idea how strong and deep our bond is..... and it jsut gives me nightmares to think of a day without you ?"

Silence again. Heavy. Sacred.

Jaehi sniffled quietly and suddenly pushed herself up slightly to look Jungkook in the eyes. "Promise me, Dad. Promise you won't let us go. Ever."

Her voice broke at the word ever.

Jungkook swallowed. His jaw clenched—not in anger, but in restraint. He'd made countless vows to death, vengeance, and empire. But none had felt as personal, as dangerously vulnerable, as this.

"We promise you," he said, voice low but certain, eyes flicking between his two children. "somehow we will always find a way to keep you with us okay ? Don't cry anymore Jaehi my brave young lady. Me and your appa promise to never let go of you alright ?" No matter what time, what world—somehow, we will always find you again."

Jimin's hand slid into Jungkook's. His voice, soft but fierce, followed: "That's right. Your dad and I... we've survived bloodshed, betrayal, and damnation. We've built an empire that eats gods. we will snatch you both from wherever you are to us okay ?" You think we'll let our kids slip through time without finding a way back?" His hand reached up to gently cup Jaehi's cheek. "Never."

Jaehi broke again—tears rolling freely as she collapsed forward into Jimin's arms.

At the same time, Jiguk pulled Jungkook tightly into a hug, burying his face into the crook of his father's neck. "Thank you for accepting us," he whispered, just loud enough for Jungkook to hear. "For believing in us before we ever even said anything."

The four of them clung together then—knees pressed into velvet sheets, hearts tangled in time. And for a moment, the chaos of timelines, empires, and wars dissolved into a quiet truth:

They were just a family.

Maybe a twisted, terrifying, dangerously powerful family—

But a family nonetheless.

Jaehi's voice came again as she rested her head between them both, eyes fluttering. "Can we just stay like this? For a while? Who knows when everything will go back to where it belonged ?"

Jungkook pressed a kiss into her hair, his arms protectively wrapped around her and his husband.
"For as long as this world allows us to."

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

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