𝐇𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐚! ❣︎ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐨 ❣︎

Gentle sway

The next morning, the house was filled with the soft sounds of Li Na’s giggles as she played with her toys, nestled under Junhui’s protective arm. He had fallen asleep beside her, the weight of the world a little lighter with her tiny, warm presence next to him.

As the sun streamed through the windows, a soft knock echoed through the house. Li Na's head shot up, her eyes lighting up in excitement. “Minghao!” she exclaimed, rushing to the door.

Junhui stirred, rubbing his eyes as he watched her run toward the entrance. His heart ached slightly as he remembered what Minghao had once meant to him, what he still meant despite everything. He sat up, bare-chested, as he heard the door creak open.

Minghao stood there, his features calm yet strikingly beautiful. His cheeks flushed as his gaze fell on Junhui, shirtless and still half-asleep. Minghao quickly glanced away, a soft pink coloring his face.

“Morning,” Minghao greeted softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Junhui blinked, registering Minghao's presence and quickly grabbing a nearby shirt, slipping it on as he walked over. His movements were slow and natural, but the tension between them was palpable, even with the casual exchange of glances.

“You’re early,” Junhui said with a faint smile, trying to keep things light. Minghao shrugged, stepping inside as Li Na excitedly grabbed his hand.

They engaged in small talk, the conversation easy yet laced with an unspoken history. Minghao spent time playing with Li Na, laughing with her, but the fleeting glances between him and Junhui held something deeper.

After a while, Minghao excused himself, saying he had to leave, but promising Li Na he’d come again. Junhui watched him go, the familiar feeling of loss settling in his chest.

It became a routine—Minghao coming and going, visiting Li Na, exchanging soft smiles with Junhui. There was always something in his eyes, a hint of recognition, but neither of them dared to say it out loud.

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One evening, Minghao stood before his mirror, staring at his own reflection. His fingers unconsciously twined through his hair, pulling it back into a small ponytail. His other hand reached for the kohl, and as he smeared it around his eyes, a flash of memory came to him—the Minghao that had married Junhui.

He looked… different. He looked like himself.

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The next day, Minghao arrived at Junhui’s home once again. This time, when Li Na opened the door, her eyes widened with surprise. Junhui, sitting on the couch, turned at the sound of her gasp.

His breath caught in his throat.

There stood Minghao, but not just any Minghao. His hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, even though it was still short, barely a mullet. His eyes were lined with kohl, dark and alluring, giving him a sharp, ethereal beauty that made Junhui’s heart skip a beat. He wore a long, flowing robe-like garment, a mix of soft, earthy tones and shimmering silver threads, the fabric clinging loosely to his figure yet revealing just enough. A delicate nose ring glinted in the light, completing the image of someone otherworldly.

For a moment, Junhui forgot to breathe. He felt like he was seeing his Minghao again—the one he had loved, the one he still loved. Minghao’s smile was soft as he stepped inside, completely unaware of the effect he had on Junhui.

“Hi,” Minghao greeted, his voice as smooth as silk.

Junhui’s heart raced. He managed to greet back, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying how perfect Minghao looked—how much he resembled the man who had once been his entire world.

They talked for hours, laughing and sharing stories. But Junhui couldn’t stop staring. His eyes traced every movement, the way Minghao’s lips curled when he smiled, the way his voice sounded when he laughed. He was entranced.

When it was finally time for Minghao to leave, he stood by the door, turning to give Li Na one last hug. But as he walked out, something in the way he swayed his hips made Junhui's breath catch once more. It was graceful, seductive, as if Minghao knew the power he held without even realizing it.

And then, just as he was about to step out, Minghao turned around. His gaze locked with Junhui’s, and in that moment, Junhui felt like his heart was going to stop. Minghao’s eyes glistened with a mysterious light, and his smile—it was like he was a goddess, a divine being walking among mortals.

That one look was enough. Enough to make Junhui realize… he could never stop loving him.

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