・❥・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 --«
The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the windows, casting soft light across the room as I woke. Noticing the empty space beside me where Wooyoung should have been, a brief moment of disorientation gave way to a comforting realization as the sweet aroma of breakfast wafted from the kitchen. Wooyoung was already up, evidently reveling in the rhythms of our newly reclaimed home, a joyous blend of the familiar and the newfound.
With a contented sigh, I slipped out of bed, stretching languidly, feeling a deep sense of peace in my muscles and bones—an echo of the home's tranquility. My body moved almost on autopilot, guided by the enticing smells and the sounds of life just beyond the bedroom.
As I walked through the hall, the sound of Wooyoung's voice, singing softly and cheerfully, grew clearer. He was crooning a medley of baby songs, each note infused with happiness. The melody filled the house, turning it into a home with each passing second. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, I paused just at the doorway, taking in the heartwarming scene before me.
Little Han was perched in his high chair, his small hands clapping to the rhythm of the songs. His giggles punctuated the air, pure and delightful, as he responded to Wooyoung's animated performance. Wooyoung, noticing me, flashed a radiant smile, his eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and mischievous joy.
"Good morning," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I thought I'd get a start on breakfast. It's our first morning back, after all—gotta make it special."
I walked over to him, drawn by his energy and the delicious smells coming from the stove where pancakes sizzled gently. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "It smells amazing," I murmured, appreciating the normalcy and the simple domestic bliss of the moment.
Wooyoung leaned back into my embrace, a sigh of contentment escaping him. "I wanted to make sure our first morning back felt like a celebration," he explained, flipping a pancake expertly. "Plus, this little guy," he nodded toward Han, who was now babbling and waving a spoon around, "seems to approve of the menu."
We spent the next few moments in playful banter, with Wooyoung finishing up the breakfast as I set the table and entertained Han, making him laugh with silly faces and exaggerated gestures. The air was light, filled with the aroma of coffee and pancakes, and underlined by a soundtrack of our laughter and Han's delighted squeals.
Finally sitting down to eat, the three of us together at the table in our sunlit kitchen, felt like a poignant affirmation of all we had been through—the challenges we'd overcome and the joys that lay ahead.
Watching Han with a piece of pancake was a delightful sight. His small hands, unsure but determined, grasped a tiny, carefully cut piece of the soft pancake and, with earnest concentration, guided it to his mouth. His little cheeks puckered as he chewed thoughtfully, the novelty of the texture and taste sparking curiosity in his bright eyes.
