the bite • q.k | ✔

nine

PART II: you got my heartbeat to play to your time

Spotting Kun in the lobby of the preschool, you immediately lit up and rushed to sit down beside him on one of the benches. He offered you a tired smile and peck on the cheek in greeting, scooting to make room for you.

"Brr, it's fucking freezing out there," you shuddered, grabbing his hand to press it against the cold tip of your nose. "That's just from the 30-second walk from the parking lot to here! Are you two going to survive the walk home? You sure you don't want me to drive you? Well, I don't have another carseat for Junyi, but he could sit on your lap in the backseat, I think? Better than freezing to death, right?"

"We'll be okay, Y/N," Kun reassured you, patting your leg before resting his hand there. "Thank you though, love."

The subject of the cold suddenly made you remember something else, and you perked up, "Oh, Woobin and I were at the store yesterday and he needed new gloves, and I saw that bun's were getting a little worn out when we went out last weekend too—"

"Whose?" Kun asked, furrowing his brows.

"Junyi's. Look." You held up the pair that matched Woobin's, save for the pattern, which had little bunnies on them instead of whales. "Aren't they adorable? God, I just love their tiny hands. I'll return them if this is weird and I overstepped a line though. I tried to call you to see if this was okay, but the store was just a dead zone, and I couldn't get a signal."

A sheepish smile punctuated the end of your nervous rambling. You and Kun hadn't been dating for very long, just a few months, and you were still getting a feel for boundaries when it came to your relationship with each other and each other's kids. You'd just started spending the night at each other's houses with both kids there—already a big step, in your opinion. Taking the initiative on buying Junyi a new pair of gloves had seemed perfectly natural when the thought came to you, but you didn't want it to feel like you were rushing things to Kun, or taking a place that wasn't yours to take—and hadn't been offered to you—in Junyi's life.

"Oh, no, Y/N, these are perfect, thank you." He accepted them, a genuine, grateful smile on his face as he tucked them away in his jacket pocket, then squeezed both of your hands. "Junyi will love them. He did need new gloves; I just hadn't made it out to the store yet."

"Then what is making you make that face?"

"Since when has Junyi been a bunny?"

"Were you not intentionally buying him a bunch of bunny-patterned stuff?" You questioned, tilting your head.

"Huh?"

"His backpack, his stuffie that he brings to school, his pajamas that he wore at my place last weekend, and I've seen him in like at least three different bunny t-shirts. I thought the theming was intentional."

Kun took a long, slow blink. "Oh... it was not."

"Kun... are bunnies your favorite animal?" You teased.

"No! I think...?"

"God, long day at work?" You surmised, stroking the back of his head soothingly.

He leaned into your touch, letting out a disgruntled groan, "Long week. Scratch that, long month."

"Mm, anything I can do to help?"

"Unless you can clone me, or stop time..."

"Okay, new question: Anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Even just something small?"