"is something the matter?" he grumbled, watching as you approached. the bodyguards soon left the room, giving you both your privacy. you could see the visible hints of exhaustion written all over his face and couldn’t deny the way your heart ached. Taeju took in your worried expression, and his gaze softened for the briefest of moments.

still, despite his overbearing responsibilities, he managed to make time for you. the chair shifted as he turned towards you, his hand capturing your wrist before the other one wrapped around your hips, pulling you close. he pressed a chaste kiss on the finger occupying your wedding ring, before sliding placing both hands onto your hips. his tangled brown locks framed his head like a halo, as he gazed up at you.

even after all these years, his wife/the mother of his sons, looked absolutely ravishing in every way. "worried about me, are you?" he asked, a gentle smile appearing on his stern features as he lays his head on the soft flesh of your stomach. what a privilege it was to see the mafia boss’ gentle side.