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Chapter 32: Homecoming

Back in Korea, Namjoon walked into his penthouse with YN by his side, the weight of his new reality settling in. The house, grand and modern, suddenly felt too quiet, too unprepared for the arrival of their baby. The sleek lines and minimalistic decor were far from the cozy warmth a newborn needed.

“I didn’t plan for this,” Namjoon said, running a hand through his hair, glancing around the pristine living room. “The house… it’s not set up for him.”

YN smiled softly, cradling their baby in her arms. “It’s okay, Namjoon. We’ll make it work.”

Namjoon immediately pulled out his phone, determined to create a home that their baby deserved. “I’m ordering everything we need,” he said, his fingers flying across the screen. “Crib, stroller, baby clothes, diapers… what else?”

YN chuckled, watching him scramble. “You’re doing great. Maybe a changing table, some soft blankets, a baby monitor… Oh, and toys. He’ll need toys.”

Namjoon nodded, already placing the orders. “Consider it done.”

The house might not have been ready, but they would make it ready. As the evening settled in, they lay on the large bed, their baby between them. Namjoon on one side, YN on the other, both gazing down at the tiny life they’d created. The baby slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling in soft breaths.

But soon, the baby stirred, tiny whimpers filling the room before escalating into cries. YN instinctively moved, scooping him up into her arms. Without hesitation, she offered him her breast, and the baby latched on, instantly quieting down as he suckled.

Namjoon watched, captivated by the sight. The way their baby, so small and fragile, clung to YN as though she were his entire world. His tiny fingers wrapped around her breast, holding on as if he never wanted to let go.

Namjoon’s chest tightened with emotion. He hadn’t been there for any of this he had missed every moment of YN’s pregnancy, every kick, every craving. And now, seeing her like this, so natural and tender as a mother, made him realise how much he had missed.

He sat silently, watching as their baby drank his fill, his eyes closing in contentment as YN stroked his small head. When the baby finally fell asleep again, YN gently placed him back on the bed, careful not to wake him.

“He gets hungry every now and then,” YN explained, smiling down at their sleeping son. “So I feed him immediately. He doesn’t cry much as long as he’s fed.”

Namjoon remained quiet, lost in his thoughts. It was only when YN gently shook his shoulder that he snapped out of it.

“You okay?” YN asked softly.

Namjoon exhaled, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. “You’re already in the character of a mother, YN,” he said, his voice thick with admiration. “But me… I don’t know anything about this. I missed so much. I don’t even know how to be a father.”

YN gave him a reassuring smile, resting her hand on his. “You’ll learn, Namjoon. You’re already a great dad just by being here. You’ll be amazing.”

Namjoon’s gaze softened, but the guilt still weighed heavily on him. “I couldn’t be there for you,” he murmured, his voice low. “You went through all of this alone… the pregnancy, the cravings, the labour. It’s such a huge responsibility, and you carried it all by yourself. You’re an incredible mother already.”

YN’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She had felt the weight of that responsibility every day, but hearing Namjoon’s words made her heart ache. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” she whispered, her voice full of regret. “I didn’t know how. I didn’t think you’d trust me… and I didn’t want to put that burden on you.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Do you really think our baby would be a burden to me?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. “Do you think I’m that useless?”

“No, no,” YN quickly shook her head, reaching for his hand. “I didn’t mean it like that, Namjoon. I just… I was scared.”

Namjoon exhaled sharply, squeezing her hand in return. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I missed so much. I wanted to be there, to hold you through your mood swings, to make late-night runs for your cravings, to be with you in the delivery room. But I missed all of it.”

YN’s eyes softened as she leaned into him. “What matters is that you’re here now,” she said gently. “And you’ll be here for every moment moving forward.”

They both looked down at their baby, who slept soundly between them. His small form seemed even more fragile under the dim light of the room. Namjoon couldn’t help but marvel at how tiny he was.

“He’s so small,” Namjoon whispered, reaching out to gently touch his son’s soft cheek.

“He’s only two weeks old,” YN replied softly, watching Namjoon’s tenderness with their child.

Namjoon leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to their baby’s cheek. The smell of baby powder, softeners, and the faint scent of breast milk lingered in the air, a comforting fragrance that filled the room. It was a smell that Namjoon wanted to memorise, a scent that spoke of new beginnings and pure innocence.

“He’s perfect,” Namjoon said, his voice thick with emotion.

YN smiled, stroking their baby’s tiny hand. “He got everything from you,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Those dragon eyes, soft cheeks, his nose, lips… He’s a mini Namjoon.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, his heart swelling with pride. “He’s amazing,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving their son.

As the night went on, they talked quietly, sharing everything they had felt during the months they had been apart. The longing, the loneliness, the fear, and the hope. They spoke of the nights they missed each other, the moments they wished they could have shared. And in between those conversations, the baby would wake up, needing his diaper changed or another feeding.

At one point, Namjoon insisted on trying to change the baby’s diaper, determined to get the hang of it. YN guided him through it, laughing softly at his clumsy attempts but encouraging him all the same.

“He even sleeps like you,” YN teased, watching as their baby settled back down, his tiny body curling up in a way that reminded her of Namjoon.

Namjoon smiled, brushing a strand of hair from YN’s face. “Maybe he’s more like you than you think,” he said, his voice filled with tenderness.

The night was long, but it passed in a haze of whispered confessions and shared memories, of stolen glances and soft touches. As they lay in bed, the air around them thick with unspoken desire, they both knew that something deeper was stirring between them, something that would blossom in the nights to come.

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