"Okay." Jimin didn't need it spelling out, he already got it. He sat there and gently rocked Siwoo, wishing this was a future he could have. Damn it, why did he have to love a mob boss? Couldn't they just have secret kids? Like a mistress would. That could be doable.

Namjoon came back in, smiling as he came over. "I saved the accounts. Fucking bastards trying to rob us. I scared the shit outta them." He crouched down and Siwoo opened his sleepy little eyes, too tired to reach out for his dad. "Did he behave?"

"He's the best boy." Jimin grinned despite the sadness. "I love him so much."

"I bet he loves you, uncle Jiminie."