Rivalry Rewritten: Enmity to Intimacy ( Volume: 2)

Thirty

San and Wooyoung jolted awake to Jiwoo's cries, their sleepy eyes flying open as they realized the source of the noise. They quickly rolled out of bed, their shirtless forms hurrying towards the crib.

"Morning, angel," San cooed as he scooped Jiwoo up, her cries softening slightly. He gently rocked her, his fatherly instincts kicking in.

Wooyoung, meanwhile, hurried to the kitchen, fumbling a bit with the bottle and formula in his half-awake state. "I swear, she’s got a built-in alarm clock,” he muttered, trying to measure out the milk. “Always knows when we’re just getting comfortable."

San chuckled, bouncing Jiwoo lightly in his arms. "She’s just making sure we stay on our toes."

Wooyoung returned with the bottle, handing it to San with a skeptical look. "You know, I’m still not entirely convinced you’re her dad. I mean, look at her. She’s way too cute to be yours."

San smirked, taking the bottle and settling down on the couch to feed Jiwoo. "Keep telling yourself that. But I think she gets her cuteness from me."

Wooyoung laughed, leaning against the counter and watching San feed Jiwoo. "Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

San glanced up, a playful glint in his eye. "Oh, I slept pretty well last night, thanks to you."

Wooyoung’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his teasing facade. "Focus on the baby, Romeo. She’s the one who needs attention right now."

San grinned, looking down at Jiwoo who was now happily sucking on the bottle. "See, she agrees. Right, Jiwoo? Tell Uncle Wooyoung how much you love your dad."

Jiwoo gurgled in response, her tiny hands gripping the bottle.

Wooyoung sighed dramatically. "Fine, you win this round. But I still say she’s too adorable to be yours."

San just laughed, the sound warm and genuine, filling the room with a sense of contentment. "Admit it, you’re just jealous because she likes me more."

"Yeah, yeah," Wooyoung conceded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Maybe a little."

As Jiwoo continued to feed, the room was filled with their lighthearted banter, the love and camaraderie between them evident in every word and gesture.

San sat on the couch, watching Wooyoung carefully pick out a cute outfit for Jiwoo. "Are you going for the 'adorable princess' look today or the 'mini fashionista'?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Wooyoung held up a tiny, frilly dress. "How about both? She’s got to look good if she’s going to keep up with her dad’s impeccable style."

San chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Impeccable, huh? You know, she’s going to outshine us both."

"She already does," Wooyoung said, slipping the dress over Jiwoo’s head and carefully buttoning it up. "But we’ll try to keep up."

As Wooyoung fussed over Jiwoo's tiny shoes, San couldn’t resist leaning in and whispering, "You know, if you ever need help with those, I’m pretty good with small things."

Wooyoung's ears turned pink as he shot San a mock glare. "Keep it up, and I might just ask for your help... with more than just shoes."

San's grin widened. "Is that a promise?"

"Maybe," Wooyoung replied, his voice teasingly soft as he focused on Jiwoo's shoes, tying the laces with deliberate care.

San reached out, brushing his fingers lightly along Wooyoung's arm. "You know, watching you with Jiwoo... it's really attractive."