Wicked Empress: BTS Reverse Harem

 Y/N's POV

It had been a year since Min Joon, the heir to the throne, had come into our lives, and he was flourishing. I could hardly believe how quickly time had passed. My little prince was now one year old, filled with laughter and curiosity. Watching him grow was one of the greatest joys of my life.

Namjoon was an excellent father, and his genius mind had taken Min Joon's early education to new heights. He had even started teaching him sign language as a way to communicate, which was quite ahead of its time.

"Look at him, Y/N!" Namjoon exclaimed one morning, beaming with pride as Min Joon clapped his hands excitedly. "He's learning so quickly! He just signed 'more'!"

I watched as Min Joon raised his hands, mimicking the sign his father had shown him. "He's so clever, just like you," I replied, feeling warmth spread through me.

"Of course! He's my son," Namjoon said, chuckling. "But let's just hope he inherits my intelligence and not my cooking skills."

"Or lack thereof," I teased, a smile spreading across my face. "But with the rest of us around, I'm sure he'll be just fine."

The other concubines were the best uncles to Min Joon. They dote on him, showering him with love and attention. It was heartwarming to see them interact with him, each bringing their unique flair to his life.

"Uncle Hoseok is here!" Hoseok announced dramatically one afternoon as he entered the nursery. He held out a colorful toy and Min Joon's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Look, Min Joon! It's a spinning top! Let's see how fast it can spin!" Hoseok exclaimed, leaning down to show the toy.

"More!" Min Joon signed enthusiastically, reaching out for the toy.

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As the months went by, I watched the bond between Min Joon and his uncles grow stronger. They played together, shared stories, and even made silly faces to make him laugh. It was a joy to witness, but there was one thing that had been missing for me: intimacy.

The postpartum period had taken its toll on me, and while the seven men were understanding and loving, I found myself longing for more. I missed the closeness and connection that came from being intimate with someone.

I glanced over at Jungkook, the youngest among my concubines. He was strong, brave, and sweet, with an energy that lit up the room. I had watched him play with Min Joon, his laughter infectious, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"Y/N, can I take Min Joon for a walk in the garden?" Jungkook asked one afternoon, breaking me from my thoughts. "I want to show him the flowers."

"Of course! He loves being outside," I replied, feeling a flutter of excitement at the thought of being alone with Jungkook.

As they headed out, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. I wanted to reconnect with Jungkook, to feel the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of his affection. It had been too long since I'd felt that spark, and I knew he could help me rediscover it.

The sun shone brightly in the garden as Jungkook held Min Joon in his arms, pointing out the vibrant flowers. "Look, Min Joon! This is a rose. It smells really nice!" he exclaimed, bringing a bloom close to the baby's face.

"More!" Min Joon signed again, clearly wanting more flowers.

"More roses?" Jungkook laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright, let's find you more roses!"

As they played, I watched from the doorway, my heart swelling with affection. Jungkook had a way of making everything feel light and joyful. But as I observed him, I felt a rush of desire wash over me, a longing to feel his arms around me, to be close to him in a way I hadn't experienced in far too long.