my everything: kunsol

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〖ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ〗

"hansol, do you have the stroller all set up in the car?" kun asks his husband who's packing up their lunch into their lunchbox. "and also hangeon's baby seat?"

"yes, it's all in the car, by the way, you might want to start getting ready soon, we're supposed to meet the others in 20 minutes."

"shoot," and the chinese rushes to their bedroom to get ready.

once inside, he takes off his pajamas and puts on a turtleneck sweater with some baggy jeans. he then heads to where little baby rocker is, finding that hangeon was wide awake.

"is xiaobo ready to go?" and the baby lets out a small sound when he's picked up. the now 3-month-old baby still needed to have his diaper changed and his face washed.

setting up the changing station, kun quickly changes the diaper and throws in a couple of extras into the baby bag for safe measures. then he goes to the bathroom to take a soft washcloth and wipe the baby's face.

"i know, i know, but it'll be quick," he tries to stop the baby's whines while trying to wipe his eye corners.

once coming out, he sees that hansol laid out clothes for their son already, a light green onesie with a bear on the front along with matching socks.

"took you long enough," hansol teases his husband as he comes out the house with their son. "are you sitting in the front or back?"

"front, i think he's going to sleep on the way anyway," kun sets hangeon down in his carseat and secures the straps. however, the baby seems to hate the car seat, fussing around and letting out small cries. to calm him down, kun takes out the little teddy bear from his bag and puts it in the seat, immediately quieting him down.

meanwhile, hansol's phone rings and he picks it up when seeing it's taeyong.

"hey, taeyong."

"hansol, where are you guys? everyone else is here at the park except you."

"baby duties. don't worry, we'll be there in 10 minutes."

"ok, but hurry up," and he hangs up.

"ok, we're ready," kun puts on his own seatbelt and looks up, expecting for the car to leave. but when he doesn't, he looks up to hansol to find the taller staring at him. "hansol?"

"i love you," the korean says so suddenly that it takes him by surprise.

"what," kun was shocked at how his husband was acting. it wasn't like him to act this mushy gushy.

as if that wasn't surprising enough, hansol leans to his side and kisses kun gently but with all the emotion he could put into it. despite being shocked at first, kun then responds back and they pull back after 10 seconds.

"what was that for?" kun all of a sudden felt shy around his husband, who was just laughing at how cute he looked with his face red and him covering his face.

"i don't know, i just wanted to say it," hansol says while starting the car. the radio comes up and when hansol hears that it's the pair's favorite song, he turns the volume knob to make it louder.

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ

ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀ ɢɪꜰᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʏ

ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ

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