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does anyone here like detective novels, movies, or series?

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EYES LIKE JEWELS [drabble]

“jewel-like eyes, love like a galaxy”

yoon jeonghan × afab* reader | fluff , est. relationship , slice of life | warnings: my english is rusty

* i say afab but can be read as g.n reader

“Look, aren't the stars beautiful?” eyes gazing up at the starry sky, you admire with wonder the work of Mother Nature.

“Uh-huh,” Jeonghan nods absent-mindedly, his gaze fixed on something else.

He thanked his mind for deciding to get out of bed and suggested a night walk, even though his body wanted to slumber until tomorrow morning the moment he touched the bedsheets.

The look of adoration, of pure enchantment in your eyes is something worth sacrificing a few hours of rest for, he decides.

He feels warm and serene deep inside, reassured that you have managed to keep your pure side in this world that never has a minute to breathe.

You suddenly can't sit still, jumping up and down excitedly. “Look look, a shooting star! Did you see it?!” you exclaim joyfully, turning your gaze towards Jeonghan while pointing to the direction the star took.

He hums the same way he did earlier. You look at him impassively before letting out a chuckle of amusement at his reaction, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was caught red-handed.

“You don't even look at the sky!” You playfully hit his shoulder, letting out a laugh. Jeonghan simply smiles at the melodious sound of your laughter and lets out a contented sigh.

You avert your gaze at the sky once more, this time a happy smile dancing on your lips. “Thanks for taking me out. I think I really needed it.”

His brain just short-circuited. ‘Thank you God and all the deities on earth and heaven for giving me this idea.’ he thinks to himself.

Fingers intertwined with yours, he continues his contemplation of your features. And that's when he notices that your eyes...

Your eyes reflect the twinkling of the stars.

In your eyes, he sees a whole veil of stars. In your eyes, he sees the lights of the night. In your eyes, he sees a form of Nature's jewels.

Slowly, gently, without knowing how to stop, his hands come to cup your face. He turns your face towards him, meeting his gaze. “What is it?” you ask, curious about his sudden gesture. Your hands come to envelop his, gently squeezing them.

Jeonghan presses his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes. He realizes that even though the stars no longer illuminate your gaze, your eyes keep this light in them.

This warm, cozy glow of love. This love that warms his heart with every smile, every laugh, every little gesture from you. “Your eyes shine brighter than the stars,” he says, not at all embarrassed that he's just said one of those corny tv lines.

Because that's what he really thinks. That's what's filling his mind right now.

You look at him, flabbergasted. “What was that for?!” you exclaim after a moment of silence. Your ears feel hot, almost as if they're boiling. Your face feels hot too. You tighten your grip on his hands a little more.

Jeonghan lets out a breathless chuckle. “You're adorable.” he coos, rubbing his nose against yours.

“I love you.” the confession suddenly comed, whispered in a low, honeyed voice. His voice is so tender that you want to look away. But you can't. Because you are just as imprisoned by his charm as he is with you.

So instead, you smile at him tenderly, nuzzling in his touch as you say “I love you too” to Jeonghan, the man who holds your heart in the palm of his hand.

“jewel-like eyes, love like a galaxy”

✎ a.n. hi hi! it's been a while since the last time i wrote something. again, i don't know what to think about this, i just wanted to get it out of my head.

for those who reached the end, thank you so much for reading ✿

[fluffiematcha]

ʚɞ﹒﹒﹒ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. jeonghan 𝖝 fem. reader. ⿻﹒﹒﹒ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. fluff, slife of life, est. relationship. ꗃ ﹒﹒﹒ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. petname, a slightly suggestive sentence? barely proofread :)

ᯓ note. i'm back before i disappear again. i don't really feel proud of this one but here we go. i miss him :(

ᯓ star diviser by @/cafekitsune.

“baby, can i ask you something?” asks jeonghan; his eyes are closed, letting you take the reins in this situation.

you two are currently in the bathroom, him seated on your vanity chair, – which you decided to move so he could have something comfortable to sit on – hair up and eyes closed as you are helping him remove his makeup.

“sure, go ahead,” you respond, focused on the task at hand.

“why do you always start with my right cheek every time you cleanse off my makeup?”

there is a moment of silence in the room. he feels your finger freeze as you apply the cream cleanser as if you've just been caught red-handed doing something illegal.

your brain has just stopped thinking, almost as if short-circuited. you let a few seconds pass in silence, and when your mind finally comes back into working order, you suck a deep breath in before saying, “because,”

once again, there’s a pause in the air; jeonghan no longer feels the presence of your hand near his face but hears rummaging. the tampering sound stops and a delicate brush of your fingers let him know you're back working on his face. you gently gather his front locks and secure them back with a barrette.

“i want to see your cheek mole first.” your fingers finish massaging his face. jeonghan scoffs, holding back his laughter as if he knew the answer to his question all along. the corners of his lips tremble, fighting back a smirk. “my cheek mole? why?” you pinch his cheek and he hisses, his hand flying to his cheek to massage the not-so-bruised spot.

“i just find it cute. now rinse your face,” you order in a dull voice; even the confession about finding his mole cute sounds plain if jeonghan didn't know you well enough.

he does as you tell him, he gets up from the chair and turns on the faucet. leaning over the sink, he begins to rinse his face while you gather your things and go get him a towel. once he's done, you hand him the towel. he murmurs a small thank you as he takes the cloth from your hands and wipes his face and hands.

he takes a few seconds to look at his reflection in the mirror after drying. “why do you find it cute though?”

you pause in your tracks when you hear that question escape his lips. he sees your reflection in the mirror giving him that gun-atomizer look and he wants to laugh at how cute you look to him. you act like he just said something that's going to start a world war.

he turns around to face you, smiling but trying his best not to burst out laughing. you look at him with wide eyes, still dumbfounded.

“don't you find it cute?” you hands reach to cup his face, gently brushing his cheeks with your fingers. you look at him in the eyes, a pout adorning your lips.

“hmm... not really,” he responds simply, never breaking eye contact with you.

“well,” you start. you bring his face closer to yours. maybe jeonghan thought you were going to kiss him on the lips and instinctively closed his eyes. you smirk, your thumb lightly brushing his lower lip.

but instead of his lips, you aim at his right cheek, where his mole is. you leave a quick peck on that exact spot and back up to look at his reaction. his eyes widen from shock as he stares down at you, astonished.

continuing your sentence, you declare, “i find it cute.” you just act oblivious, flashing him your most bright, innocent smile.

he mirrors your smile. “whatever you say, baby.” he leans down to capture your lips in a sweet, loving kiss.

he giggles in the kiss, ‘cute’ you think to yourself.

ᯓ final note. i didn't know how to end this on, so i just ended it there. thank you for reading <3

[fluffiematcha]

woozi x fem. reader || comfort, a pinch of fluff, est. relationship. || warnings : mention of a fall, not proofread.

jihoon hears the emergency ringtone he set up for important calls. he reaches out to grab his phone and immediately sees your id on his screen. thinking something bad has happened, he picks up right away on the second ring. “what's up babe?” he asks, worry can be heard in his voice.

“umm... are you familiar with the britney spears' classic oops i did it again?” your voice sounded fearful, unsure. and it worried him a little more. “why are you asking such a question? what happened?”

“uh... i... i may have damaged your headphones again while cleaning the studio. i swear i didn't do it on purpose!!!” he can hear how your voice is so fearful and hesitant and it breaks his heart.

“i– i slipped, and while trying to catch myself by grabbing the desk, i dragged the headphones down with me in my fall. and it, i don't know, it crashed with a really loud noise.”

“i'm so sorry!” your voice fades a little at the end and it overwhelms him with sadness that you make yourself so small, that you think headphones are more important to him than you are, his long-life partner — well, you're not officially at that stage yet but it will come one day, soon.

after a few seconds of silence, you finally hear his voice filled with worry. “you didn't hurt yourself did you?”

“uh, no. i’m fine. not even a scratch.” you sound so confused, unsure of what you should feel right now. jihoon's heart sinks to the deepest abyss of sadness. still, he feels relieved that you're okay. “that's good then.”

“uh? but what about your headphones?”

“babe, i can always buy myself new ones. you are what matters most to me.”

“so, you're okay?” he asks a second time, just to be sure and to reassure himself.

“yes i am.”

“good, i'll be home by eight. see you soon babe.”

“see you soon yeah.”

he's about to hang up but decide to add some thought. “and babe, remember, you mean more to me than these gadgets, okay?”

“okay.” hearing your voice clear with joy, hearing your smile warms his heart.

he will have to think about finding the root of this fear that you have but for today, he will just come back to you at the time he promised.

okay, so this was something i got out of watching “the rookie”, dont know if you guys know the show. I hope it wasn't so terrible. take care!

[fluffiematcha]

COFFEE SCAMMER ( drabble )

jeonghan × fem. reader. || fluff, est. relationship. || 240 words. || warning : mention of food.

“is it a crime to hide it from you?” your boyfriend of four months, yoon jeonghan, asks as he places the drink and pastries you ordered on your table. namely, that dear hannie always told you that even though he works in a cafe, he doesn't know how to prepare even the most basic of coffees.

you glare at him. “well, considering the fact that you wake me up at 4 am just to make an espresso for you when clearly from what I just saw today, you know how to make it with your own hands, then yes, it is a crime,” you take a sip of your mocha. “punishable by lover's law!” you put your cup back on the table and point an accusing finger at jeonghan.

a pout is forming on his face. “eh, but it tastes sweeter when you are the one who makes it.” jeonghan whines. he pulls the chair back and sits in front of you. you click your tongue at his attempt to compliment you. you look at him skeptically while nibbling on your croissant. “aren’t you supposed to go back to work?”

“it's fine, i can allow myself a few minutes to admire my girlfriend.” he casually flirts with that proud smirk on his face. you blush, which makes your man laugh. you just continue chewing your food under his tender gaze.

oh, he's annoying. annoying but still cute. a real menace.

this was a sudden idea that came while i was at work, and i was debating whether i should post it or not. and here we are now. i hope you enjoyed this little something.

[fluffiematcha]

HOODIE STEALER ( drabble )

jihoon × fem. reader. || fluff, slice of life, est. relationship. || 416 words. || warning : none.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. your hoodies always disappear without you knowing why.

“Hoon, which one is the best?” you ask jihoon, showing him two hoodies, one is black with a white heart pattern embroidered on the side of the heart which looks like it would fit you perfectly, and the other a dark gray oversize one, printed.

Jihoon takes both hoodies in his hands and examines them. Finally, he lingers on the gray. “This one would be good on you.”

“Okay.” you thank him with a smile. You put the black one back in its place. You guys leave the store after paying and make a few trips to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and fruit then return home.

— a week later.

“Babe? have you seen my new hoodie?” you search for the item of clothing in question, practically making a mess of your closet.

“Which one?” jihoon just came out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. They just finished filming god of music choreography video today and Jihoon went straight home afterward.

“The gray one, the one we bought together last week.”

This isn't the first time you've lost one of your hoodies. They always end up disappearing mysteriously and you never see them again. you sigh in frustration.

“I don't know. Maybe you put it in the washing machine.”

“Impossible. I washed it as soon as we got home that day and I've barely had time to put it on since.” you resign yourself to cleaning out your closet, not having found the slightest trace of your hoodie.

You sigh in defeat and flop onto the bed, you give up. You will never find it again, just like its 8 predecessors.

— three days later.

Jihoon can hear their new music, god of music playing through the house speakers from his home studio.

“LEE JIHOON!!!” he then hears you scream his name in anger from the living room.

“Oops.” he gets up from his chair at the speed of light and double-locks the door to his studio. Closing his eyes, he prepares himself for the hurricane that will soon break over it.

“Open this door!!!” you punch aggressively non-aggressively the door while Jihoon leans against it, on the verge of bursting out laughing. He knows he's in trouble and even more so if he decides to leave his studio.

The reason of your anger: while watching the choreography video, you noticed that Jihoon was wearing a hoodie that was a little too familiar to you.

Turns out he was the mysterious hoodie thief.

this is just something quick, i don't know if it's good enough, my brain is a little fried due to lack of sleep.

take good care of yourselves lovelies!

[fluffiematcha]

L O V I N G Y O U ᝰ.ᐟ

pairing. jeonghan 𝖝 fem. reader. genre. fluff, est. relationship, married life au, comfort. word count. 1,5k. warnings. mentions of foods, mentions of menstruation period, kissing, terms of endearment, not proofread.

english isn't my mothertongue.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. four moments in your relationship with yoon jeonghan, as a married couple.

𝐢. he takes care of everything when you work overtime.

you finally come home after a long day at work. entering your apartment, you take off your thick coat and step out of your winter boots, sighing in relief at the feeling of lightness.

“welcome home honeybun!” jeonghan emerges from the kitchen with a warm smile, wearing a kitchen apron. he takes your coat and your bag from your hands and leaves to put them in your dressing room - yes, you have a separate room for professional clothes.

you slowly follow him upstairs, already drained of energy. you walk into the bedroom, go to the closet, pull out an oversized t-shirt and pajama pants then go to the shower.

once refreshed, you go down to the kitchen. you find jeonghan cooking, a fairly rare scene to see but quite pleasant for the eyes. your man looks so good in his househusband role. he notices you after several minutes of cutting vegetables when he turns around to get the jars of spices.

the corners of his lips turn up in an affectionate smile, a smile that he reserves only for you. jeonghan opens his arms wide, inviting you to come and cuddle him.

jeonghan looks so comfortable in his plaid apron, with his inviting smile and slightly tousled hair. you throw yourself into his arms and bury your nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. you allow yourself to relax in his embrace, and a feeling of relief envelops you.

you find solace in his arms. he is your home.

𝐢𝐢. a ritual moment between you and jeonghan.

you cuddle together on the couch, nestled under the covers.

“how was your day?” jeonghan asks. he takes your hand in his and intertwines them. you enjoy the warmth that his body gives off on this winter evening.

“nothing so special. the usual monotony of the office. ah! i saw. . .”

you tell each other about your days in detail, laugh at hilarious or embarrassing moments, and comfort the other when something upsetting happened.

he doesn't pretend to listen, no no. you can tell by jeonghan’s expressions that he’s listening to you attentively. he nods while listening to you, laughs with you, sometimes even scoffs. ‘aigo’ even becomes his favorite expression.

phones are on silent, and the tv isn't on. it’s just the two of you in the quiet of your apartment.

it’s a ritual for your couple, a moment of reconnection between the two of you and disconnection from the outside world.

you’re enveloped in a bubble of intimacy, in a world where it’s just you and jeonghan. you live for these moments with him and he can't wait to find you and be able to spend time with you.

cuddled up together, everything feels fine when you're sitting on that couch.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. “never let your anger last until the sunset.”

one of the most important rules in your relationship is to never let your anger last until the sun goes down.

“honeybun, can i come in?” jeonghan asks softly, hesitation evident in his voice.

it’s been two hours since you locked yourself in your room after the argument in the kitchen.

the subject of the argument wasn’t grave but due to the constant stress that jeonghan felt lately and your sensitivity due to your woman fever, the little bickering turned into angry cries and screams.

unable to bear any more of these thoughtless words, you storm out of the room and lock yourself in the bedroom.

jeonghan can hear your sniffles from the other side of the door. his heart clenches uncomfortably, knowing that he is the cause.

“it’s fine if you’re not ready yet. i will wait for you.”

you hear his footsteps walking away and then silence. your eyes start to feel heavy. without even realizing it, you fall into the arms of Morpheus, unaware that your husband has gone out.

several hours have passed since jeonghan left the apartment. he initially went out to get some fresh air and clear his head but ended up stopping at your favorite cafe. he comes out with three boxes and a bag, all filled with your favorite pastries, treats and drinks. he heads back, hoping that you will at least accept his peace offering.

when he comes home, he notices a post-it stuck to the hall dresser. “need you.” he read.

jeonghan takes a deep breath and then heads towards the bedroom. he knocks on the door twice then pauses before knocking six more times, a code between you to ask permission to enter.

he hears rustling sounds followed by your slightly raspy voice. “open.”

his hand trembles as he grabs the handle and turns it. as he opens the door, his gaze meets yours, sad but with a hint of longing.

jeonghan walks to the foot of the bed, places the boxes and bag on the edge and stands there, facing you.

he looks at you with a sad, desolate and repentant look. his eyes shine almost pleadingly.

seeing him in a so desperate state strikes a chord deep within you. you open your arms for a hug, a pout is painted on your face.

he rushes to hug you, sighing in relief when he finally feels your warmth against his body. his grip tightens tightly, leaving no space between you. “i’m sorry for what i said.” his voice trembles, and his shoulders tremble. you gently stroke his back in hopes of comforting him.

“shh, it’s okay. we’re okay.” you whisper in his ear.

jeonghan snuggles into the crook of your neck. his breathing begins to regulate itself until it becomes completely normal but his grip remains as tight as ever.

you're not complaining, finding your place in his arms is after all the best thing after an argument.

receiving your favorite pastries is also one of the best things after that.

𝐢𝐯. a late night walk.

you guys decide to go out for a little walk, a little night walk to enjoy the warm summer air.

“don’t you want to drink something?”

“eh? now that you say it…”

“would you like us to stop by livvie café to get something to drink?” he asks as you pass by the establishment.

to be honest, livvie café isn't really your favorite place but looking at the café window, your craving for something sweet intensifies.

“why not. let’s go.”

you head towards the place in question and enter. you order a mocha to go. as for jeonghan, he orders a large iced latte, also to go. jeonghan jumps up and down while waiting, he seems eager to receive his drink.

once your orders are collected and paid for, you go out and continue your walk around the city hand in hand.

your husband sips his beverage quite quickly. “you could have just said you wanted a latte.” you tease him. he just smiles at you.

“something is wrong?” you ask, worried. it’s not really him to remain silent when you tease him.

“no no. just nostalgia. you remember this place, don’t you?” he squeezes your hand, a nostalgic smile appears on his face.

you smile too without realizing it. “of course. why would i forget it?”

this place is where you first met, 5 years ago. these 5 years spent by his side remain the best years of your life.

he made you feel loved, understood and special since the beginning of your relationship. he still does it until now.

coming back here brings back memories. this place remains an important place for the both of you.

“have i ever told you how much i love you today?” jeonghan cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling fondly at your cute face.

you pretend to grimace. “han, don’t you think that sentence is becoming a little too cliché?”

he chuckles, caressing your cheek with his thumb while keeping his gaze on you, you can clearly see the adoration and love he has for you in his eyes.

he leans forward very slowly. reflexively, you close your eyes. if he ever plays a prank on you, he can be sure to be buried six feet under in the next few seconds.

you feel his lips mold against yours in a tender kiss. he kisses you like there is no tomorrow. sometimes, others say the air is knocked out of their lungs but you feel alive in this moment. you melt under his touch, you long for his presence.

you don't feel butterflies in your stomach but rather a comforting warmth spreading through your body. his lips are soft against yours, his movements are slow, and he doesn't rush anything at all, enjoying this moment.

you pull him closer if that’s even possible. his touch is so affectionate, his kisses are soft and loving. the only thing forcing you to back away is the lack of air.

jeonghan doesn’t move too far away, he rests his forehead against yours. his gaze does not weaken. his eyes shine like stars, containing the light of galaxies within them. his cheeks are dusted with pink up to his ears and an idiotically loving smile tugs the corners of his lips.

“i love you.” he whispers.

“i love you too.” you whisper back.

you were fortunate to have met him, the man who became the love of your life.

✎﹏ hey! if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading!

actually, this is my first time writing a kiss scene so i apologize if it's messy (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠). i will practice a little more to improve my writing!

again, thanks for reading this!

[fluffiematcha]

COOKING LOVE(R) [ drabble ]

jihoon × fem. reader || fluff, slice of life family au, pregnancy au. || 635 words. || warning : mention of food

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. jihoon loves cooking for you.

“How is it?”

“It’s so so good! the richness of the taste, the spices which combine perfectly and...” jihoon smiles proudly but tenderly seeing you eat with such enthusiasm.

Cooking for you was quite difficult during the early stages of your pregnancy. The smell was either too strong for your smell sense or you had no appetite at all due to morning sickness.

But that was before. cooking meals for you is now his favorite hobby, even if sometimes your ideas are a little crazy. Seeing you happily ramble while you eat about how good the foods are pleases him. Seeing your cute smile and hearing the noises you make brings him an inexplicable amount of joy.

Jihoon starts doing the dishes and cleaning the worktop and counter while you finish your plate.

“Do you think it will be a girl or a boy?” you ask out of nowhere.

“I don’t know. but does that matter? The important thing is that the baby is born healthy.”

“I was just asking.” he can hear you chewing loudly, a sign that you are eating well.

It was difficult to see you without an appetite and without the happy glow that adorned your eyes. Jihoon can now sleep peacefully, no longer having to worry if you and the baby are eating properly.

“If you really want to know, we can always do the ultrasound.”

Once the dishes are finished, he wipes his hands with a cloth and then turns around to face you.

“No need, i can wait until i give birth.”

You decided to keep the baby’s gender a surprise to discover since it doesn’t matter. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, you will always love him or her no matter what.

Jihoon takes a napkin and gently wipes the crumbs off your cheek. You murmur a small thank you and return to eat your food. ‘you’re cute’ he thinks to himself. He places an affectionate kiss on your temple and then tenderly strokes your hair.

A smile forms on his face, and jihoon feels complete and happy. His soul feels at peace in the comfort of your home.

Later, you two are sitting on the couch, snuggled together and wrapped in a thick duvet. You don’t do anything in particular, just cuddle, seeking each other’s warmth and comfort.

“You know you’ve changed.”

“Eh? How so?”

“I mean, you're still the same person, just something’s changed. You became more soft, more affectionate, more... you know what i mean right?”

You have a little trouble expressing what you want to say, Jihoon giggles, making you laugh too.

He inwardly melts at your cuteness. your eyes practically glow with joy and excitement but hold a soothing softness at the same time. The smile on your face depicts the happiness and joy of the world for him. Jihoon can’t help but smile lovingly.

“Yeah, i know.”

He has indeed become more affectionate since the announcement of your pregnancy. He already loved giving you hugs and kisses before but it has increased three times more when he knew you were going to become parents.

He's also not afraid to initiate these gestures of affection even in public when he knows you really need them.

Perhaps the idea that he is going to become a dad and start his own family with the woman of his life has made him softer than before.

He hugs you tighter and kisses your forehead affectionately. He sighs in pure happiness.

It’s far from the life he imagined he would spend, he who thought he would spend his life in his office only returning very late at night with no one to welcome him home.

Now, he has you to come home to and soon a beautiful little being will be added to the family.

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SOMBIN'NY AIKO ( drabble )

jeonghan × fem. reader. || fluff, slice of life, family au. || 681 words. || warnings : terms of endearment, english isn't my mothertongue

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. your daughter's first day at home.

“Honey?” jeonghan calls from the hallway.

“Are you here?” he glances into the room from the half-open door.

“Shh, lower your voice,” you whisper, not wanting to wake your little girl. You wave your hand, mutely telling him to come into the room.

Jeonghan silently slips into the room and sits next to you in front of the crib. You can see a smile spread across his face, a smile that means he's truly happy. Happy to see that the fruit of your love was born healthy and safe.

“Is she still asleep?”

“Uh-huh.”

He reaches out a finger to touch her cheek but you slap his hand away before he can reach it.

“Don’t bother her.” you reprimand, glaring at him.

Jeonghan pouts, “not fair.” he murmurs under his breath. You laugh silently, ‘still so childish,’ you think to yourself. He will still make a very good father despite his childish side.

Just his smile and the way he looks at his daughter prove that he has much more love to offer in his heart. He shines with a new glow that suits him very well, a glow that makes him even more beautiful in your eyes. And it brings a happy smile to your face.

Tt

he urge to kiss him suddenly comes to you. so you kiss him on the cheek, without him expecting it judging from his shocked face. His eyes widen comically like two saucers and you can see that his ears are turning pinkish red.

You giggle, feeling your ears heat up, growing shy under his tender gaze. “What was that for?”

“Nothing.” you shrug, giving him an innocent smile.

“Come here.” jeonghan pulls you towards him by the arm.

“No, wait wai-!” you exclaim, surprised by his sudden move.

In an attempt to untangle yourself from his grip, you find yourself on the floor, laughing like crazy while jeonghan is on top of you peppering your face with kisses.

“Han- humph- hannie! Jeonghan!”

Unfortunately, the noises you make seem way too loud to the point of waking the baby.

“Very clever, you woke her up.”

“Hey!”

You push him aside to join the cradle, not paying attention to your husband's little complaints. You take the little one in your arms and start to rock her back to sleep.

There’s something about the way you look at and hold the baby that warms jeonghan from the inside out. His heart can’t help but race when he sees you like this, completely enveloped in the glow of motherhood.

Your sweet smile, your relaxed expression, your honeyed voice and the delicacy of your movements make you more irresistible than ever. Jeonghan realizes that he is falling in love with you again, his beautiful wife.

He watches you gently place the little being back in her cradle. You then take a seat next to him, leaning against his shoulder in search of some warmth.

You watch in awe as your daughter sleeps peacefully. Just a few days ago, she was still in your belly. Now she is lying in her cradle in your house.

“Have you already found a name for her?” jeonghan asks, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

“Um, i would like to give her a name that can remind her that she has and will always make us happy.” you declare, intertwining your fingers with your husband’s.

He hums in understanding. The room goes silent for the next few minutes, the two of you deep in thought.

An idea comes to your mind. You gently squeeze his hand to get his attention. “How about sunhi, yoon sunhi.” you tell him your decision with a sweet smile. “Sounds good doesn’t it?”

He nods, reflecting the same smile as yours, a dreamy smile that can only be translated as pure happiness, he can't wait to watch her grow into a beautiful woman.

“So that will be your name, sunhi.”

You snuggle up together in the comfort of your room, in the warmth of this life that seems like a dream but is nevertheless very real.