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Everything felt fucking perfect. 

Soobin pulled away. "Not here, we're close to Ahyeon."

I pouted, "Fine, but soon."

He smirked, his fingers trailing down my neck, "Soon."

Right after, we retreated to our room. Soobin closed the door and pinned me against it, his breath rough and husky, fanning my sweaty face from the fire. 

He took off his t-shirt, every second lingering on the next one, making the wait feel like forever. His gaze was fixed on my body, and an appreciative smile was playing on his lips. 

"You look... so fucking hot, baby," he murmured, pressing himself against me; then meeting my lips with a passionate kiss. His fingers slipped behind my back and unzipped my dress. Then, he threw it on the floor. His fingers found their way to my bare waist, sending a shiver down my spine. 

I reached for his hair and pulled it towards me. His fingers were now moving at a sauntering, slow pace on my back. Then, he unclipped my bra gently and took it off. My breath quickened. 

I pulled away breathless, my eyes glinting with an endless desire for pleasure. His lips brushed beside my ear, "Ready?" He whispered.

 He picked me up so I was straddling him, his fingers touching my bare skin again, making my breath hitch. He threw me on the bed and unbuckled his pants. 

"Seori, I want to love you like he never did."

And so he did that night.

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Ahyeon's morning scream pierced through the silence of the rising sun. I opened my eyes at the sudden sound. Soobin was still asleep next to me, shirtless. I hurried out of bed, and wore his t-shirt I found lying on the floor. 

I brushed my teeth and quickly took care of Ahyeon. Once she was calmed dow, I placed her on the living room rug, playing with the music toy Soobin got for her. 

I mixed a batter to make pancakes then went up to our room. I kneeled down next to Soobin, and whispered in his ear, "Wakey, wakey love," I cringed at my own words, and he snickered sheepishly. 

He opened his eyes, and I kissed him on his forehead. "Ireona, I'm making pancakes."

(Ireona means "get up" in Korean)

He hummed groggily and shifted his body to lean against the headboard. He was still shirtless and his abs were now clearly visible. 

"Someone had fun last night," he teased while scrutinising the clothes on the floor. 

"I wonder who," I said, picking up the clothes and trying to hide my embarrassment. I suddenly felt his arms around my waist, and he leaned his head on mine, emphasising our height difference. 

"I love you," he squealed, in a happy tone. 

"I love you more," I replied, casually. 

"No way, that's impossible," he poked the side of my waist softly. 

Being with him felt like heaven.

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The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Seori's face as she flipped pancakes on the stove. The sweet scent of maple syrup permeated in the air, mingling with the salty ocean breeze. Ahyeon giggled from the living room, her tiny hands clutching the musical toy I gifted her. 

 I ran my hand through my tousled hair, and my eyes were still heavy with sleep. I leaned against the doorway, watching Seori with a tender smile. "You look beautiful, even when you're covered in flour," I teased.

Seori's cheeks flashed into a light shade of pink, and she smiled, her eyes fixed on the fire burning beneath the pan. "You're not so bad yourself, sleepyhead." She turned to me, her eyes sparkling. "Want to help with breakfast?"

I grinned and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist again. "I'd rather spend the morning with you," I murmured. "Round two?" My breath was warm against her ear. I knew she was feeling a hurricane of butterflies inside. 

Seori leaned into my embrace, savouring the moment. "We can do that later," she whispered. "For now, let's make pancakes."

After breakfast, we took Ahyeon to the beach. The soft sand squished between our toes as we walked along the shore. The waves lapped at our feet, the rhythmic sound soothing our souls. Ahyeon was busy building small sand castles while we watched her in solace. 

I wish we could live this life every day. 

A/N: Was I meeting your expectations here?