𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙘𝙨𝙘

Saturdays had always been Y/N's favorite. It wasn't just because it marked the beginning of the weekend, nor was it because of the slow, languid pace the day carried. No, what made Saturdays so special was that it was his only day off-the one day where schedules, rehearsals, and meetings no longer dictated their time together.

It was the one day that belonged solely to their little family.

She had barely stirred from sleep when she heard them-soft, hushed whispers creeping closer, their presence as familiar as the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the curtains.

Seungcheol.

Even half-asleep, she could tell it was him. His voice was a quiet murmur, undoubtedly coaxing their little one into whatever scheme he had planned to wake her up.

And then-before she could prepare-there was a sudden weight against her, small and eager. A tiny body clambering over hers, warm hands patting her face with relentless determination.

A chorus of excited babbles followed.

She fought back a smile, determined to tease her son just a little longer. Feigning sleep, she kept her breathing steady, waiting-anticipating-until the moment was just right.

Then, all at once, she sprang up.

Mincheol erupted into laughter, his bright, gleeful giggles filling the room like the sweetest melody. She scooped him up effortlessly, pressing a flurry of kisses against his chubby cheeks as he squirmed in delight.

"Good morning, baby," she cooed, her heart swelling at the sheer joy radiating from her son.

It was then that she felt another presence shift beside her-a warmth she had known and cherished for years. Before she could turn, a pair of lips brushed gently against her cheek, lingering just long enough to send a familiar shiver down her spine.

"Good morning, love," Seungcheol murmured, his voice thick with sleep, deep and soothing.

Even after five years together, two years of marriage, and countless mornings like this, the sound of his voice alone was enough to send her heart into a quiet frenzy.

Her gaze softened as she looked at him, at the effortless way fatherhood had settled into his bones, as if he had been made for it.

"When did this little prince wake up?" she asked, her fingers absentmindedly playing with Mincheol's tiny hands.

Seungcheol let out a small hum, propping himself up on one elbow as he watched them with a fond expression. "About fifteen minutes ago," he answered, before suddenly perking up. "Oh, right-breakfast. What are we doing?"

She bit her lip, pretending to think for a moment before turning to him with that smile.

Seungcheol knew it too well-the same mischievous, saccharine expression she used whenever she wanted something. He braced himself, already knowing there was no escape.

"I say..." she started, drawing it out for dramatic effect. "Cuddles until noon!"

Mincheol, naturally, giggled at her excitement, clapping his tiny hands together as if he were in full agreement.

"See?" She grinned, nudging Seungcheol playfully. "Even your own son agrees."

And as always, he caved-just as she knew he would.

"Not like I have any schedules today," he relented with a sigh, though the adoration in his eyes betrayed any feigned reluctance.

The moment the words left his lips, she threw herself into his embrace, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips in gratitude. Their little moment was quickly interrupted, however, by tiny grabby hands reaching up between them, eager not to be left out.

Mincheol stood-albeit a little wobbly-on the mattress, stretching his arms toward them in silent demand.

Seungcheol chuckled, effortlessly lifting him up and settling him between them.

Unbeknownst to him, his phone was already buzzing, message after message flooding in from the group chat. The members had one mission today-to check in on Mincheol, preferably every two hours.

Their leader being home meant that their beloved nephew was home. And that meant FaceTime calls would be inevitable.

Five minutes.

That was exactly how long Mincheol lasted before he started wriggling in place, clearly restless.

She and Seungcheol exchanged knowing looks.

It was time for the emergency plan.

"Look, MinMin!" she gasped dramatically, pointing to Seungcheol's phone. "It's Uncle Hoshi!"

The reaction was immediate.

Mincheol lit up, his little hands eagerly reaching for the phone before Seungcheol could even react. His giggles came in bursts of excitement, and the second Hoshi appeared on the screen, the toddler squealed.

"MINMIN!" came Hoshi's exaggerated yell, followed by an over-the-top tiger pose.

And just like that, the world ceased to exist outside of this call.

From the bed, Seungcheol sighed in relief, pulling her back into his arms the moment their son became thoroughly distracted.

"You know..." she mused, resting her head against his chest as she watched Mincheol attempt to mimic Hoshi's roaring. "What if this tiger influence actually grows on him?"

Seungcheol let out a small chuckle, pressing a kiss against her forehead before murmuring,

"...I think we've already gone too far to turn back."