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5:30 pm.

"Daddy!" Hyejoon runs in his father's arms right when he comes back home, and this one picks him up to hug him. "I missed you," he wraps his small arms around his neck, and my heart melts. "I missed you too, my baby," he takes his shoes off and squats down to grab them and put them where they have to be. "How was your day?" he rubs his baby's back and walks up to me while I am cooking, and he leaves a kiss on his son's cheek.

"It was good! I played, ate, and slept a lot," he brushes Jungkook's hair back, his small body looking even tinier in his arms. "You did? And what did you dream of, honey?"

"I dreamed of Bubble and you, she was playing with me, and she told me that you were coming to tickle me, so I had to run, but she was running with me, and then you were there because you were fast, and you tickled me, but she jumped on you and saved me," he giggles in a contagious manner, some of his words sounding incomprehensible to me. Jungkook laughs at how precious and adorable he is. "And what if daddy tickles you now?" he pokes his waist and makes him twitch, his laughter of baby echoing through the house. "No, please!"

"Okay, I let you run away, but if I catch you, I tickle you and never let you go even if Bubble attacks me," he puts him down on the ground, and Hyejoon does not wait a second before trying to flee away with his small legs while giggling.

Jungkook waits on purpose to let him believe he has a chance, and after what feels like a long distance for Hyejoon, he steps forth but slowly. "Daddy's coming, baby, run faster."

"Hachoon!" he shouts his brother's name, never saying it the right way. I laugh at the sound of it, watching him run for his life while giggling and having fun, and the one who was called for help peeks over the sofa. "I'm here. What is it?"

"Daddy is—" his laughter reverberates through the house even more loudly once Jungkook catches him and lifts him up in the air. He squirms into his embrace while being tickled by his father.

Thinking about the fact that I would not be living this type of moment if I did not meet him has an awful impact on my mood. I do not want to imagine my life without them around me, not just once.

Jungkook does not let him go but gives him raspberry kisses in the crook of his neck, and his voice emits real sounds of joy and happiness. "Do not run away from daddy again, okay?" he allows him to breathe, and he calms down but throws his arms around his neck. "Okay!"

"Good boy," he presses a kiss on his cheek and puts him down next to Hajoon, and this boy ruffles his hair. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you from this big man."

"It's okay," he pushes up on his feet to lean over the back of the sofa and look at his father who is walking up towards me. He undoes his tie, his eyes not leaving me once mine meet his, and we both smile at each other.

"Hey, baby," he cups my waist and presses his lips on mine, and I focus on him only, leaving the food for a moment. "Hey, how was your day?" I check up on him. He puts his tie down on the kitchen island and opens a few buttons of his shirt to get more comfortable. "It was fine. Better than yesterday. What about yours?"

"It was good as always," I avoid telling him that I wanted him near me since I know this will make him feel bad for not being able to be more present, and he smiles at me. He steps closer, and he takes a peek at the living room where his sons are playing together. A second after this, he lays his eyes back on me, but I put my arms around his waist and give him a warm hug. He returns it momentarily and drops a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Hyejoon seems very playful today, what did you give him for lunch?" he chuckles, noticing how energetic the little baby is. "Some blueberries, carrots, a hard-boiled egg without the yolk, and some grilled cheese in a slice of whole wheat bread. I even spent time making the carrots into small balls, and the sandwich was cut in the shape of a heart. He really enjoyed it."

"This is so adorable, and this is a very good meal. Thank you for doing this all the time, baby," he runs his fingers over the side of my face to hold my jawline  "I really love doing it, especially when I see how happy it makes him, and he is so respectful. This is cute as ever when he thanks me for the food as soon as I lay the dish on his tray."

"You played a big part in his education and still do, he wouldn't be such a great boy if you were not here," he gives me what I do not deserve. He did more than I ever could for this baby, I am pretty sure of it. I do not say anything against it but snuggle up against him and rest my head on his chest.

— Four days later —

Saturday, March 19th, 2022.

9 am.

The rice cooking in the pan with the eggs and vegetables, I drag my attention to the left at the sound of someone walking down the stairs but recognize who it is by the legs.

Long and thick, this cannot be anyone but my man.

Once his face comes within sight, we both make eye contact, and he heads towards me after sleeping for longer than usual. "Good morning, baby," his husky voice makes my morning even better, and a smile grows on my face, but he gives me butterflies by back hugging me with only a pair of sweatpants on. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"I did. And you?" he slides his hands under my oversized shirt to ride it up and touch my thighs, and his lips press a kiss on the back of my ear. "I did too."

"I'd have loved to stay a bit more in bed though," his lips peck my shoulder, his hands caressing my skin very intimately as his strong and warm body is pressing against the back of mine. "You can go back in it if you want, I'll bring you the food once it's cooked."

"No," the tip of his fingers shiver my skin by sliding up my hips and waist, revealing my lower body and underwear. He is so handsy this morning, I feel like he wants the treat that he has not gotten today.

"It smells so good," he speaks in a low voice near my ear, and my spine goes numb. I grab the wooden spoon and fill it with some of the food, feeling affected by the gentleness of his hands that are slowly skimming my skin under my clothing. I blow on it to make sure it is not too hot, and I turn around to feed him. He takes everything in his mouth, so I put the spoon down and stick the back of my body against his again, feeling him ask for it.

"It's delicious," he lets me know what he thinks, and I smile. "By the way," he swallows to empty his mouth, and he grips my hips but pushes forth with his entire body, getting me to feel some hardness against my lower back. This is so enticing. "Where is my treat?" he whispers in my ear, smiling against my blushing skin. I grin, feeling overwhelmed and attempting to deny it.

"Here, in this pan. Isn't it good?" I look into his eyes, our faces touching one another. He does not even peek down at the food, he only focuses his attention on me. He shakes his head, and he gives a small thrust. "You know what treat I'm talking about," he keeps it low in order for us to only hear those words in the house, and I cannot hide the smile that is curving my lips up.

I gaze down at his lips, tempted by them. "Hm?" the tip of his nose brushes over my cheekbone, his thumbs sliding under the sides of my underwear. "I love nighttime more because it feels more...exciting."

The corners of his lips leave an expression of allurement on his face, and he stares down at mine, before trapping them between his soft ones. His height allowing him to have his head above mine, the kiss is slow and passionate, but deep enough to be noisy.

Getting a part of what he wants, one of his hands leaves my skin to run up the front of my body and end around my throat, delicately. Knowing what can easily turn him on, I slip my tongue inside his mouth, and he does the same with his to pass it over mine. His hand gives a gentle squeeze to my throat on the right spots, and he swirls his tongue around mine, then pushes it deeper in my mouth to make our wet kiss continue.

However, the sound of Hajoon leaving his bedroom makes him stop. He presses a tender kiss on my lips and puts my shirt back properly, but he moves to the side and remains close to me, his erection sticking out. I try to conceal my smile as much as I can, seeing him put one hand down on the kitchen island and tuck the other in a pocket of his pants to hide the bulge.

I peek at him as Hajoon is going down the stairs, but he tongues his inner cheek and smirks. "Shut up," he whispers and glances at his son, so I quickly erase my grin.

"Y/n," he makes a beeline for me, holding his phone in his hand. "You're still coming with me this afternoon, right?" he asks me, excited about that tattoo. "Yes, I am."

"Where?" Jungkook does not stay uninformed, curious to know what we are talking about. "I'm gonna go pierce my ears, but I want to go with her."

"Oh, all right, and where are you piecing them exactly?" he takes the lie with no doubt at all. "My helix," he touches it, but a sudden laugh runs out of his father's mouth. "You're going to cry."

"That's not true," he refuses to believe that, and I chuckle in a quiet manner. I know that he is oversensitive to pain, so I wonder how he is going to handle the tattoo. "We'll see that. I'll tell her to record you to prove me that I was right," he teases him.

"Who cried in front for a bracelet just because—"

"You—" he bites his lips and interrupts him. "You keep your mouth shut. I swear," a smile draws some fluster on his face, and I look at them both, wondering if Hajoon exposed him again. They both stare at each other, and Hajoon grins, before putting his eyes on me. "He cried when you offered it to him," he darts back to the stairs and disappears in the blink of an eye to not get killed by his father.

I giggle, but the feelings I got inside because of this spread through my chest and leave some softness. I lay my eyes on the man who sharply exhaled, and he returns this look.

"Do not even dare to say anything about it," he shows some shyness, and I giggle but hug him right away. "I love him for exposing you like that and letting me know about how cute you are."

"I'm not cute, I'm a sexy and strong man," his hands cannot be kept to himself, and he puts them on my waist to hold it. "You're a sexy, strong, and cute man," I gaze up at him and press a kiss on his lips. "Okay?"

He enjoys the threatening tone I tried to use with him, but he slowly leans in and slides his hands down my back. "Shh," he breathes against my lips, and we both smile. "Okay," I end up submitting but do not even mind it. I turn towards the food to listen, and I stir in it, making sure this does not burn, but Jungkook does not leave. He back hugs me, and this time, he keeps his arms wrapped around my body, and his face against the side of mine.

"Also, I was just joking about the treat. All right? Only do it if you want to, otherwise, I don't want it," he goes back on that as if he was worried that I might feel forced to do it, so I quickly reassure him. "I know. Don't be worried."

"I just want to make sure it is clear that I don't want anything if you don't want it," his right hand strokes the left side of my hip, and I nod. "It's the same for me, but since I know I'll always want it with you," I tone my voice down and look up at him. "I'm always ready."

The brightness of his smile turns even more intense. "I'm going to work out even more now. You give me a lot of energy but take it away as well, uh?"

"Is it a bad thing?" I question him, knowing that, to me, it is only full of benefits, and he shakes his head. "This is more than good," he fixes his shiny eyes on mine, keeping his head bent forth. "Making love to my woman will never have any negative effects on me," he whispers near my skin, and the butterflies this simple sentence causes make me shy. I lower my chin, loving the sound of the words he tells me.

My face heated up.

"I love you," I put my hands over one of his tough arms. "I love you too, baby," he says in my ear, before whispering, "I love you so much," his fingers run up his forearm for his hand to cover both of mine, and we both hold each other, silently.