The hospital room was quiet. Only the soft hum of machines and the occasional shuffle of a nurse could be heard.

Kyung-jun sat on the edge of his chair, hunched over, hands gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles had turned white. His heart was pounding.

Minji was lying in the hospital bed, her long black hair slightly damp from exhaustion, her face flushed. Yet she still looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

And in her arms—wrapped in the softest white blanket, tiny, delicate, perfect—was their baby.

Kyung-jun had spent years learning to fight. He had been feared, untouchable, the kind of guy people avoided. But right now?

He had never felt weaker.

"Do you... want to hold her?" Minji's voice was soft, tired, but full of warmth.

Kyung-jun blinked, his throat dry. He had been sitting there, just staring, unable to move, because the moment his eyes landed on the little bundle in Minji's arms, something inside him had broken.

This was his child.

The tiny human they had made together.

"Yeah," he managed to rasp out. But when Minji carefully extended the baby toward him, he hesitated.

His hands were big, rough, scarred from fights. What if he held her too tightly? What if he wasn't good enough for something so small, so fragile?

Minji noticed his hesitation, smiling gently. "You won't break her, Jun. Just support her head."

He swallowed hard and, with trembling hands, took their daughter into his arms.

She was so small.

So, so small.

Her tiny fists curled up, her little lips pursing as she let out a soft sigh, completely at peace in his arms.

And Kyung-jun—the boy who once ruled their school with fear, the man who never let anyone get close, the person who thought he was incapable of softness—felt his entire world shift.

"She's..." His voice broke, and he clenched his jaw, blinking rapidly.

Minji smiled, watching him. "Yeah. She's perfect."

Kyung-jun stared at the tiny face, the delicate lashes, the soft tufts of dark hair.

His daughter.

Their daughter.

And suddenly, his heart ached.

Because he knew—he would destroy the entire world before letting anything happen to her.

The baby shifted slightly, her lips parting—then, just as Kyung-jun thought his heart couldn't take any more, she made a tiny, soft sound.

A small cry.

Her first cry in his arms.

Kyung-jun's breath caught, his eyes stinging.

He had never cried in front of anyone before , only infront of his Minji.

But now, holding his daughter for the first time, feeling her warmth, knowing she was theirs—

A single tear slipped down his cheek.

Minji reached up, gently wiping it away. "Kyung-jun," she whispered.

He let out a shaky breath, pressing his lips to his daughter's forehead.

"I love you," he murmured against her skin.

Then he looked at Minji, eyes filled with a love so deep, so overwhelming, he thought he might drown in it.

"I love you both so much."

Minji smiled, reaching for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

"And we love you too."

Kyung-jun never thought he'd fear something this small.

But when their daughter—tiny, soft, perfect—shifted in his arms, stretching her delicate fingers before letting out a tiny yawn, he froze.

Minji chuckled softly from the bed, propped up on pillows, watching him with amusement.

"You look like you're holding a bomb," she teased, eyes filled with love and warmth.

Kyung-jun shot her a glare. "I'm holding something way more dangerous." His voice was dead serious.

Minji blinked. "Oh?"

He swallowed, gently adjusting his arms to cradle their baby more securely.

"She's got me wrapped around her tiny little fingers already," he muttered, staring at the baby with complete awe. "I'm screwed, aren't I?"

Minji laughed, the sound soft and filled with adoration. "Oh, absolutely."

Kyung-jun sighed, but his lips curled into the softest smile.

Their daughter shifted again, her tiny face scrunching up before she nuzzled closer into his chest, making a quiet little sound of contentment.

And just like that—Kyung-jun melted.

He glanced at Minji, completely betrayed. "She likes me."

Minji rolled her eyes fondly. "Of course she does. You're her dad."

"No, you don't get it," he whispered, voice urgent. "She actually likes me. Look at her—she's cuddling into me."

Minji raised an eyebrow, amused. "Did you... think she wouldn't?"

Kyung-jun hesitated. He wasn't exactly the kind of guy people naturally trusted. People feared him. He had spent most of his life with a reputation as the scariest guy in school.

But this tiny little girl?

She wasn't scared of him at all.

She felt safe in his arms.

The thought stole his breath away.

Minji softened, watching him. "She loves you already, Jun. She's going to be your biggest fan, just like I am."

His ears turned red.

"You're way too good at making me soft," he muttered, but his arms instinctively tightened around their daughter, holding her even closer.

Minji smiled, reaching out to stroke his hair, her fingers threading through his dark strands the way she always did.

He sighed, leaning into her touch, completely weak for her—for both of them.

"You're going to be an amazing dad," Minji whispered.

Kyung-jun exhaled slowly, pressing a gentle, lingering forehead kiss to their daughter's tiny head.

"For you two?" His voice was quiet, full of love. "I'll be anything."

And in that moment, Kyung-jun—the feared, untouchable bully from their school days—was nothing more than a man utterly in love with his family.