If I Could Dance With You Again

IICDWYA: 60

Chapter 60

The boxes were stacked like miniature towers in the living room, each one labeled in Soonyoung's neat handwriting—toys, books, clothes, kitchen. The triplets darted between them, their laughter echoing in the half-empty space that had once been their world.

Soonyoung leaned against the doorframe, watching them with a quiet smile. He had made the choice weeks ago, but standing here now, he felt the reality settle in. This wasn't just about square footage or extra bedrooms. It was about giving his children room to breathe, to grow, to dream.

The new house waited across town, larger and brighter, with a backyard that stretched wide enough for three imaginations to run wild. He pictured summer afternoons with sprinklers spraying arcs of water, autumn evenings with leaves crunching under small sneakers, winters spent huddled together by the fireplace.

"Appa, are we really moving?" Faline, the youngest and princess of the triplets asked, tugging at his sleeve. Her eyes were wide, a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

"Yes," Soonyoung said softly, crouching down to meet her gaze. "We're moving to a place where you'll have more space. A place for your future."

The other two joined in, wrapping their arms around him. Their chatter spilled out—questions about their new rooms, whether the garden had flowers, if they could paint the walls their favorite colors.

Soonyoung laughed, the sound carrying a note of relief. "We'll make it ours together," he promised.

Later, as the sun began rising above, he stood outside the old house one last time. The walls had held their first steps, their first words, countless sleepless nights and endless mornings. But he knew the triplets deserved more than memories—they deserved possibility.

The bigger home wasn't just a house. It was a promise.

And as he closed the door behind him, Soonyoung felt the weight of responsibility shift into something lighter: hope.

The car pulled into the driveway of the new house, its pale blue shutters catching the afternoon light. The triplets pressed their faces against the windows, squealing at the sight of the sprawling yard and the swing set that stood waiting like a promise.

Soonyoung stepped out slowly, his hand resting on the car door as he took in the sight. The house was bigger than he had ever imagined owning—wide hallways, tall ceilings, and enough rooms for each child to carve out their own world. He felt the weight of the past weeks lift, replaced by a cautious hope.

"Appa, can we run inside?" one of the boys asked, already bouncing on his toes.

"Go on," Soonyoung said with a grin. "This is your home now."

The children bolted through the front door, their laughter echoing against almost bare walls. He followed, watching them explore—opening closets, peeking into bedrooms, claiming spaces with the certainty only children could muster. Their three years old, but they were growing so fast that he could not determine if they were still kids. They were growing up so mature. 

The next morning at the new house, it was alive with noise, laughter, and anticipation. The triplets darted between rooms, their voices echoing like bells.

The new house still smelled faintly of fresh paint and cardboard boxes when the doorbell rang. Soonyoung wiped his hands on his jeans—he had been unpacking dishes brought by the boys and their family—and opened the door to find all of Seventeen members standing there, their family gathered close behind them.

Seventeen filled the living room with restless energy as they arrived. They were more excited than Soonyoung himself, who sat quietly on the couch, his hands clasped tightly, his emotions tangled between hope and fear.