Minho was practically vibrating with energy the moment breakfast was over. He downed the last bite of the toast Hyejin had fed him, wiped his mouth, kissed her cheek (and forehead, and nose, because he was greedy like that), and stood up with a mission in his eyes.
"Stay here with the kids," he said, scooping Doongie into his arms like a football. "I'm going to get the love of my life and the mother of my children moved in by today. Packers, movers, space planners, the whole nine yards."
Hyejin blinked, a little dazed, holding Dori who had made a home in her lap. "You really don't have to—"
He cupped her cheeks, leaning close with that dangerous smile of his. "Baby. I waited years for you. I'm not spending another night in this house without you officially living in it."
Cue her blushing and melting all at once.
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It was an oddly peaceful drive to her house. Even the silence felt warm between them. At one red light, she looked over to find Minho already watching her.
"What?" she smiled.
"Nothing," he murmured, taking her hand across the console. "Just thinking about how long I've wanted this. You. Here."
Her throat tightened.
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An hour later, they were both at Hyejin's place—Minho in his "don't mess with me" CEO mode, giving clear, firm instructions to the packers while still somehow managing to tease her. Packing was swift, mostly because Minho didn't let her lift a single box.
He was everywhere, taking charge like it was second nature—pointing, directing, and every now and then, kissing her forehead when she tried to micromanage. "Let me take care of this," he whispered. "You've been taking care of me since the moment I saw you in my kitchen again."
"Are you really bringing this lamp?" he said, holding up a neon-pink monstrosity from her college days.
She crossed her arms. "Are you really questioning my sense of style while wearing a hoodie that says 'Not all heroes wear capes, some of them wear hoodies'?"
"...Touché."
The packing was surprisingly smooth—except for the parts where they kept getting distracted by reminiscing over old photos and throwing plushies at each other. Minho folded her clothes with ridiculous care. Hyejin caught him smoothing the fabric like it was sacred.
"You know you're allowed to just shove things in a box, right?"
"Don't insult your clothes like that. They've hugged you. They're royalty now."
She had to turn away because that kind of softness was not fair.
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Once everything was packed, they had one more mission: shopping.
They entered the furniture store like they owned the place—or like two people who were about to. Their hands never separated once. They walked aisle to aisle, comparing bookshelves and sofas and debating things like whether beige was too boring (Hyejin thought so) or whether a big coffee table was a must (Minho was oddly passionate about coffee tables).
They tested couches by flopping dramatically onto them. Minho insisted on checking bed frames for "sturdiness" (with very suspicious eyebrow wiggles), and Hyejin picked out a dining table because "we're going to need one that fits you, me, and three chaotic furballs."
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Chasing Perfection || Lee Know
FanficHe was her first rival, her first love-and the first to walk away. Now, he's her boss, and she's the last person he wants in his kitchen. But old habits die hard... and so do old feelings. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆ Yoon Hyejin, constantly overshadowed by her hig...
