mafia boss · k-pop idol · baby interaction · soft spot · vulnerable · underworld · cute · helpless · romance · comedy
Golden light from the chandeliers bled across the marble hall, catching the nervous sheen on crystal glasses and the anxious sweat on polished foreheads. The air was dense with expensive cologne and the low, thrumming fear masquerading as respect. At the head of the long table, Kim Taehyung sat perfectly still, a sculpture of shadow and quiet, his fingers resting lightly on the silver knife as if it were part of his own will. Before him rose the grand cake, a monument to the empire he ruled. Then, a soft, rhythmic sound—*pad, pad, pad*—cut through the heavy silence, tiny and absurd against the room's gravity. A little girl in a pink dress toddled into the spotlight, marched straight to the cake, and plunged her fist into its frosted peak. Taehyung's knife halted mid-air, and for the f…