BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

02

It was a rare quiet Sunday morning in the household. For once, there were no chaotic babysitting duties, no glitter-filled crafts to clean up, and no school pick-ups to organize. The apartment, normally bursting with noise and energy, was unusually serene.

Jisoo, however, was not a fan of peace and quiet.

Draped across the couch like a weary princess, he sighed dramatically for what must have been the tenth time that hour. “I’m so bored,” he whined, tossing a decorative pillow onto the floor. “Why is everything so boring today?!”

Seokmin, seated at the dining table with his laptop, barely looked up. “Because it’s Sunday, and Sundays are for relaxing. Try it sometime.”

“Relaxing?!” Jisoo exclaimed, sitting up as though Seokmin had insulted his very existence. “Relaxing is for people without flair, without ambition, without—”

“Patience?” Seokmin interjected, grinning.

Jisoo glared. “Excuse me, I am the epitome of patience. I just don’t believe in wasting my life staring at the ceiling like a dried-up houseplant.”

“Then do something productive,” Seokmin suggested, gesturing to the stack of unopened mail on the counter. “Or, I don’t know, clean?”

Jisoo gasped, clutching his chest. “Clean?! On my day off? Seokmin, do you want me to perish?”

“Perish dramatically, I’m sure,” Seokmin muttered under his breath, earning a glare.

Just as Jisoo was gearing up for another round of theatrical complaints, Seokmin’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and smiled.

“It’s Jeonghan,” he said, answering the call. “Hey, hyung! What’s up?”

Jeonghan’s voice, as calm and commanding as ever, came through the speaker. “We’re coming over. Seungcheol needs to escape the baby for a bit.”

“Escape?!” Jisoo shouted, leaning over Seokmin to yell into the phone. “Your child is an angel! What could you possibly need to escape from?”

“From Seungcheol,” Jeonghan replied dryly.

In the background, they heard Seungcheol protesting. “Hey! I’m not that bad! And my mom needs bonding time with her only grandson.”

“See you in ten,” Jeonghan said, ignoring him and hanging up.

Ten minutes later, the door burst open, and Jeonghan strode in with a serene smile. Seungcheol followed, carrying a diaper bag even though they hadn’t brought Soobin.

“Why do you still have that?” Jisoo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Habit,” Seungcheol grumbled, setting it down before collapsing onto the couch next to Jisoo. “Soobin’s teething. Do you know how terrifying that is? He bit my shoulder this morning.”

Jisoo snorted. “He’s six months old. What are you, made of paper?”

“It hurt,” Seungcheol insisted, rubbing his arm for emphasis.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, plopping into an armchair. “You’d think he went to war or something. Anyway, what are you two doing today?”

“Apparently nothing,” Jisoo replied, flopping back onto the couch. “Because Seokmin has no imagination.”

“I have work,” Seokmin shot back. “Unlike some people who spend their days perfecting their diva persona.”

Jeonghan, ever the instigator, clapped his hands. “Let’s play a game!”