Chapter 72

                                    

                                          
YOONGI POV 🖤 
The next morning, I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed tea and spices filling the air. My mom was already there, directing the maids as usual. Her voice carried a note of authority, but she stopped mid-sentence when she noticed me standing awkwardly at the entrance.
"Mom," I called softly, unsure of how to start.
"Oh, Yoongi," she smiled warmly, "Do you need anything, son?"
I shifted my weight, feeling a bit out of place. "Um... will you kindly leave the kitchen for a while?"
Her brow arched in confusion, and she turned to face me fully. "What? What will you do in the kitchen?"
"I want to make breakfast for Leena."
The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted how they sounded. Mom’s eyes widened in shock before a wide, amused smile spread across her face.
"Really?? Oh God, my son taking care of his wife!" she exclaimed, eyes sparkling with joy. "My eyes are blessed today."
The maids stood there, exchanging surprised looks as if they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. I felt my face heat up under their silent stares. The mafia king, standing in the kitchen, talking about cooking breakfast... it wasn’t something anyone would expect.
"Everyone, leave the kitchen to my son for a while," she announced, still grinning like she had won the lottery.
Once the maids were gone, she stepped closer, gently patting my shoulder, her expression soft and proud. I shifted, feeling a little awkward under her gaze.
"What's with that smile, Mom?" I muttered, trying to play it cool.
"Now, everything feels just right," she said, eyes twinkling. "My son, completely whipped for his wife... I’m so happy. And I wouldn’t mind being even happier."
I frowned, sensing the teasing tone in her voice. "What are you implying?"
Mom’s grin turned mischievous, her eyes gleaming. "Happiness could double if I became a grandmother again... you know, like if Leena was pregnant.two babies will be giggling around woah"
My face flushed instantly. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I looked away, suddenly finding the countertop very interesting. "Mom..."
She laughed softly, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. I cleared my throat, trying to regain some composure, but the thought of Leena, of what my mom was implying, lingered in my mind. That shy, unfamiliar feeling tugged at me, something I wasn’t used to. 
Without another word, I turned to the stove, focusing on the breakfast I promised myself I would make.
“What, Yoongi? You don’t want a family?” my mom asked softly, her eyes searching mine.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words. “I do, Mom… but,” I hesitated, glancing away, “you know my work is too risky. And… I guess I’m not ready for that huge responsibility. To be a father.”
My chest felt tight, the words heavy on my tongue as I tried to explain. “First, I want to be the best husband for Leena. Then, we’ll think about being parents. There’s no rush.”
Mom’s smile softened, and she gently caressed my cheek, her touch warm and reassuring. “I understand, my son,” she said, her voice filled with love. “You’ll be a great husband, I know it.”
Her words eased some of the tension in my chest, but that lingering thought of responsibility, of what it meant to be more than just a husband, remained at the back of my mind. I wasn’t ready for that—yet. But maybe, just maybe, in time, I could be the person both Leena and my mom believed I could be.