My heart stopped for a moment. Barely could breath because it was unbelievable to accept. Getting dark all around. Stepping back as I look forward I see my favorite childhood doll turning into a six-foot-tall man.
𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆- Age gap, forbidden roma...
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Back in 20 years ago [2004]-
At ten o'clock in the night, Minhyung stands poised before the door, a cake cradled in one hand and a gift box ensconced in the other. He presses the doorbell and lingers for a few moments, anticipating the moment his wife will open the door, aware that his small family has been eagerly awaiting his return for quite some time.
As the door creaks open, Minhyung's lips curl into a knowing smile, signaling his wife's approach to welcome him.
"Surprise!" exclaimed Minhyung, his voice booming with excitement as he triumphantly hoisted the cake and the gift box on either side of his head, presenting them to the duo. Behind him, a little girl, her face alight with joy, bounced gleefully, clapping her hands in delight.
"At long last, you've arrived; your little girl was in tears. She's begun to fret that you're heading abroad again and won't bring her cake." Heejin recounted everything that had transpired just moments before, while on the other side, Minhyung transferred the bags to his wife and approached his young seven-year-old daughter, lifting her into his arms and playfully bouncing her, eliciting her laughter.
"Happy birthday, my sweetheart."
"Thank you, Dad, I love you."
"I love you too, my baby." Minhyung chuckled softly, planting a kiss on his daughter's cheek. Meanwhile, Heejin began to unveil the cake box atop the dining table.
"Minhyung, bring Younie over to cut the cake," Heejin called out, her voice raised to ensure it carried into the living room where the two were. Hearing this, seven-year-old Younie bounded like a kangaroo to the dining corner, a mere two steps away from where Heejin stood.
Although the table was already laden with an array of dishes prepared especially for Younie, her father adorned her with a birthday hat, while her mother lit a candle, allowing their little girl to make a wish and celebrate her birthday.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Younie, happy birthday to you... Hooray!" Both parents sang the birthday song, clapping along as she blew out the candle.
"So, Dad, what's my birthday present?" she asked curiously as her father settled down, picking up the gift-wrapped box from the dining table.
"This is your present, sweetheart," he said with a warm smile, handing the box to his daughter, who gleefully tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a pink doll inside, which she immediately embraced, discarding the box onto the floor.
