Chapter 125: Breached, but Not Broken 🔥

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Yoongi exhales-just a little-and I see the tremble in his shoulders still.

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- Flashback -

Yeontan barks from the hallway like he's announcing royalty, followed immediately by the chaotic thump-thump-thump of Bam's paws chasing after him.

They skid past the living room like cartoon characters, with Wacha perched on the couch armrest-tail swishing in dignified judgment, eyes tracking them like a queen watching fools perform

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They skid past the living room like cartoon characters, with Wacha perched on the couch armrest-tail swishing in dignified judgment, eyes tracking them like a queen watching fools perform.

"Oh my god," Tae yells after them, sprinting barefoot in his pajama set with a slice of tangerine in his mouth.

"Tannie stole my sock again! HE'S A THIEF, I RAISED A THIEF!"

"You raised him like a king," I yell back, trying not to spill the popcorn bowl I'm holding as I dodge Bam barreling past.

"You all spoil him!" Tae wails, dramatically collapsing onto the giant bean bag next to me.

Kookie plucks a mandarin wedge from the bowl, feeds it to Jimin-who's curled into a blanket beside him like a sleepy fox-and grins.

"He's a prince. Tannie has diplomatic immunity in this household."

Hobi snorts as he enters the room with an iced tea in one hand and a ridiculous LED unicorn lamp in the other.

"You're all missing the point-Wacha's the real mafia boss here. Look at her. She hasn't moved all night and yet controls everyone's behavior."

"She just swatted Namjoon's notebook off the dining table earlier," Jin oppa mutters from the kitchen island, whisking something in a bowl.

"Pure intimidation."

"She's got my vote for house president," Joon calls out from the stairs, wearing his glasses and holding his tablet as he descends, smiling softly.

I sit back, watching them all-our home wrapped in warm lights, scents of oppa's vanilla pancakes wafting through the air, Taetae now using Bam as a footrest, Hobi placing the unicorn lamp dramatically next to Wacha while narrating in a British accent.

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