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"Eomma, why can't I see my eyes?" Soomi asks, her quiet voice groggy and even cuter to you than usual. Your fingers pause in weaving Soomi's long, dark strands, and a smile sneaks itself onto your face. If your daughter could see you, she'd tell you to stop smiling and get embarrassed, but luckily, she seems quite immersed in her cereal as you stand behind her to do her hair.

"Because. They're busy seeing other things." You say good naturedly. Trying to explain the real reason to Soomi is useless, considering she is six. She is smart, but she can still be fooled. This is proven due to the amount of bullshit answers you have given to impossible questions Soomi has asked you. Soomi's thoughts in the morning are random, and always catch you off guard.

"Oh. Makes sense." She said, spooning a heaping helping of Froot Loops into her mouth, making her already chubby cheeks even more cushiony. You resist the urge to squeeze them.

"Hey, Y/n, could you come here for a second?" A deep voice calls you. You look up from braiding your daughter's hair as she eats her cereal. Mornings in your house are always chaotic, considering no one in your little family is a morning person, but you didn't mind. Seeing Soomi's chubby cheeks and early morning cuddles with Sejun were worth waking up early. "I'm struggling." Sejun continues. Quickening the pace of your fingers, you rapidly fasten the elastic before tying a little pink bow around the end of the braid. Pecking Soomi's forehead gently, you mumble something about finishing her breakfast before joining your husband in the bedroom you share.

Sejun is wearing his work suit, and you secretly admire the way his broad shoulders look in it. He buttons his suit jacket before seeing you leaning against the doorframe in the mirror. Smiling, he turns and walks to you, all tall frame, long legs and wide strides.

"You called?" You tease, grinning as he approaches you. He points to his tie, which you only just notice is undone and drapes around his neck. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Do you need something?"

"I seem to have forgotten how to tie a tie." He said. You squint at him.

"You literally tied it yesterday—"

"Shh. But we're gonna pretend I forgot." He smirks. The suggestive glint in his light brown eyes finally lets you in on the angle he's playing. Nibbling your lower lip between your teeth, the butterflies erupt in your stomach. Five years of being married to Sejun, and you still react to his slightest attempts at affection like a teenage girl. You find it embarrassing, but luckily for you, he finds it endearing. You reach up and pull him closer by his tie, welcoming his lips onto yours. This sends the butterflies into your stomach into a frenzy. The kiss is short and sweet, but the smile that plays on each of your lips shows that it felt like more than that. You know that Sejun has a prolonged effect on you, and so does he.

That smile doesn't leave your lips as your fingers nimbly tie his tie, tightening it gently around his neck and accepting his embrace. In fact, it doesn't leave your lips at all, even as you get Soomi dressed, make Sejun his coffee, bade them each a goodbye and a good day with a kiss on their cheeks. Even when you watch them make their way down the drive way, drive away in the car, and retreat back into the house to get yourself ready. It is somehow still present when you get in your own car and drive to your photography studio, despite the bad morning rush of traffic. Humming under your breath, you park and gather your ridiculously large bag of equipment from your trunk. You lug the heavy bag to the door, and hold your bagel between your teeth as you go to unlock the door.

You stop. The door is already unlocked. Suddenly, it hits you. You have an early morning shoot, and your co-owner, Yuna, must have arrived first. Frowning only a little, you hope you haven't kept anyone waiting, and open the door. The little bell tingles, and the sound alone brings the smile back to your face. Even if you are late, you are not about to let it ruin your good mood or your perfect morning. You return your keys to your back pocket and the bagel to your hand, chewing as you enter the studio.