・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Happily married and eagerly awaiting San's return from his mandatory military service, Wooyoung busies himself building their home and nurturing their dreams. Just as everything seems to be going perfectly, unexpec...
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»--ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴀɴ --«
"ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ."
The drive from the station back home felt interminable. The silence of the past two months, devoid of contact with Wooyoung, weighed heavily on me. The final stretch of my military service had been grueling, perhaps the most demanding time I had ever faced. But as the familiar landmarks of our town began to appear one by one, a surge of anticipation pushed the fatigue aside. I was almost home, eager to wrap my arms around Wooyoung, to find out everything about the adoption process, and to finally meet little Han.
Wooyoung, with his boundless energy and heart full of joy, was everything to me. Throughout our journey to become parents, his optimism never wavered. He was the anchor in our lives, and I knew without a doubt that he would excel in his new role as a father. Han couldn't have wished for a better dad.
As I navigated the last few turns to our home, memories of our plans and dreams filled my mind. Wooyoung's laughter, his thoughtful gestures during our discussions about adopting Han, and his unwavering support during my deployment—all these thoughts swirled in my head, reigniting the warmth that two months of silence had dimmed.
The final approach to our home felt surreal. Each second closer to arrival stretched, filled with the yearning to see Wooyoung's face, to share with him the relief of being back, and to embark on the new chapter of our lives with our son. My heart raced with a cocktail of nerves and excitement, hopeful for the family reunion that awaited me, just beyond the front door.
The drive home was filled with a mixture of emotions—excitement, nostalgia, and a touch of anxiety about the life awaiting me. The inability to communicate with Wooyoung over the past months had left me with a quilt of regret, intensifying my yearning to return to him and begin our lives together anew. Although it was nearly midnight, I held onto the hope that Wooyoung would still be awake, ready to receive me with the warmth that defined our relationship.
As my car pulled up to our traditional Hanok, which bathed in the gentle wash of moonlight, a familiar sense of peace descended upon me. The soft luminescence highlighted the architectural beauty of our home, making it appear as a tranquil haven amidst the chaos of my recent life. I exited the car, the tension in my shoulders beginning to dissolve with each step I took toward the gate. The discomfort of the uniform and the fatigue from the long drive amplified my desire for a hot shower and the comfort of my own clothes.
Stepping through the front door, I was instantly enveloped by the warm scents of candles and the lingering aroma of a meal—undoubtedly Wooyoung's doing. His culinary skills always had a way of making the house feel more like a home, wrapping me in an embrace of flavors and spices that he knew I loved. I removed my boots and set my bag down gently, not wanting to disturb the peaceful ambiance he had created.
Moving quietly through the hallway, I approached our bedroom, where a soft light spilled out from under the door, casting a warm glow on the floor. My heart began to beat faster, the sounds of my own movements impossibly loud in my ears. Gently, I pushed the door open and was greeted by a sight that rooted me to the spot.
