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Imagine

Our little one will grow while I'm still drinking your favorite wine.

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Growing up is a natural thing for us humans. We started from being kids, teenagers, and lastly, adults. Everyone experience this and just a normal scenario for parents to see their children grow up.

But for me, it's different.

Seeing Yeoreum grow up is making me nostalgic and sad. Eventually, she'll handle all her problems by herself once she got to know the world through my help. What's scaring me is that she will not need me anymore. What if she starts finding her biological parents?

She will change and become a beautiful lady. Meanwhile, I'll become wrinkly with lots of grey hair and wobbly knees.

Would you still love me, Jimin?

Would you still call me by my nickname despite of how I look?

You always says that I'm cute.

"Yoonie~".

It's early in the morning. We were lying down on my bed, sharing each other's warmth and love. You decided to sleep in my house because you said you felt like crying if your alone.

"Yes, my sweetie pie?", my voice is still groggy from sleepiness. I peeked at you through my half lidded eyes, a huge smirk placing on my face.

You were plopped between two pillows. Hands under your chin, you observed me with love radiating out of your eyes.

"Come closer, baby". I lovingly said.

You obeyed, putting your hands on my cheeks.

"Good morning, Mr. Min. Did the person next to you made up your day?", you said, sounding like the flight stewardees announcing safety protocols. Or more like a TV host, greeting her lovely audience.

I didn't reply. I snaked my hand behind your head and placed a passionate kiss on your lips.

Morning breath doesn't matter to the two of us, because you deepen our kiss, making us breathless.

"I think this is too early to do, Mr. Pervert".

"But you liked it too, Mr. Sexy".

You pouted, lightly smacking my chest. I laughed a little, seeing you were a bit pissed by me.

You walked out of my bedroom, probably to prepare breakfast for your one and only king, which is me.

I'll gladly go back to that time when we're still crazy in-love. When we're in the stage of doing everything together. We were also discussing our marriage that time.

The smell of bacon drifted to our shared room, pushing away the last grain of my sleepiness. Accompanied by your sweet humming, this morning is now the best I've experienced.

That is the start of my imagination going wild. I imagined you and me as a married couple, walking down the street with our intertwined hands. Under the cherry blossoms, we'll talk how our much we love each other. Until now, I'm still doing the same thing, hopeful that somehow, it will save me from sorrow.