・❥・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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The day at the café dragged on, each task blending into the next as we tackled the paperwork and deliveries. Despite the monotony, there was a comforting rhythm to our routine, a sense of accomplishment as we checked off each item on our to-do list. San was playing with little Han in the office, the baby's giggles a sweet soundtrack to our day. Han lay on his stomach, lifting his head with remarkable strength and curiosity, his wide eyes taking in the world around him.
Watching them together filled me with a renewed sense of purpose. Han's innocence and San's unwavering support gave me the motivation to push through my exhaustion and the lingering dread of Joon's return. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to San's head, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for the man who stood by me through every storm.
"I'm going to get some fresh air," I murmured, giving San's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
He looked up, smiling warmly. "Take your time. We're doing great."
I nodded, making my way out of the office and towards the front of the café. The air inside felt heavy with the day's work, and I longed for the cool breeze outside. As I opened the door, a rush of fresh air greeted me, carrying with it the sounds of the bustling street. I stepped out, closing my eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill my lungs.
Despite the recent news of Joon being alive, I promised myself to focus on the present and not let the past overshadow our future. I had a family to take care of, a love to nurture, and a life to build. With a deep breath, I opened my eyes, grounding myself in the moment.
Just then, a familiar voice pierced through the ambient noise of the street, full of confidence and an unsettling bravado. My heart skipped a beat, and I snapped my head in the direction of the sound, stunned by the audacity of the person standing before me.
There, casually leaning against a lamppost, was Joon. He looked almost the same as I remembered, yet there was a sinister edge to his smile that sent chills down my spine. He straightened up, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory glint.
"Wooyoung," he called out, his tone dripping with false warmth. "Long time no see."
My body tensed, a mixture of fear and anger coursing through me. The audacity of him standing here, acting as if nothing had happened, was infuriating. I forced myself to take another deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.
"What do you want, Joon?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
He pushed off the lamppost and took a few steps closer, his smile never wavering. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. You know, catch up."
I shook my head, taking a step back. "You have no right to be here. Stay away from me, from my family."
Joon's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of something darker crossing his face. "Come on, Wooyoung. We go way back. Surely you don't want to hold onto old grudges."
