The Dictator ✓|| Kim Taehyung ft. Jeon Jungkook

Episode 32

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(SIX MONTHS LATER)

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JUNGKOOK'S POV
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"Officer Jungkook."

I turned to be met with the smiling old man.

The second highest commander in authority.

Of course, after me.

"You seem nervous. It's fine. Miss Lee would be alright.", he assured patting my shoulder and I couldn't help but frown.

The one under operation was my wife in only papers. And her kid to be born had absolutely nothing to do with me either.

I would've been excited, nervous and over the moon if it was our kid.

Y/n's and mine.

But right now I felt nothing.

Nonetheless, I slightly nodded, moving back to the door from where the doctor barged out.

"It's a girl.", she announced.

"Congratulations officer.", Milano chortled and I forced back a smile.

Alessandro Milano.

An Italian born Korean. After his father's demise who happened to be at a great post in the Korean millitary, he came back to Korea and joined the army right after.

Investing the most precious years of his youth for the country stood him where he was today.

A reason for which the people in this country loved and respected him.

But for me, the man was overly amiable and interfering, and nowhere near bearable.

His years of friendship with my late father-in-law, and his higher rank and position in army being the only reason for me to host him whenever he decided to visit Hana.

But it was only now that I felt like, this unnecessary 'friendship' needed to end.

His love for this family is a potential threat to me.

"You should go and meet them.", he passed me a wrinkled smile and I nodded, moving to the room almost immediately.

The doctors departed as I entered the room and I couldn't help but scowl at how pale the woman looked.

We've been living together for six long months by now yet there's nothing much I know about her. Except for the fact that she was betrayed by her lover and forced to marry me.

And also that she's so bitter with her tongue that it makes me wants it slice it out of her mouth.

The baby peacefully slept in the crib next to the bed.

I settled on the couch besides the bed, intently looking at the sleeping little angel.

I couldn't help but smile.

The baby looked exactly like Hana. The same features and frown as they snorted besides one another.

I saw how Hana's eyes slowly opened, as she struggled to recognize her surrounding.

"Where's my b-baby?"

"It's here."

Her head turned to me before moving to the crib, right besides her bed.