Choi Seung-hyun, the famous rapper T.O.P, had never felt so lucky in his entire life. From the very first moment his eyes met yours under the bright stage lights, your body moving with grace and precision as his backup dancer, something inside him shifted. And he felt, with an almost frightening clarity, that he wanted more than just to share the stage with you.

As the months passed, through casual encounters backstage, long conversations after rehearsals, late-night messages, and glances that spoke louder than any words, that feeling only grew stronger.

And now, years later, that desire had become reality. You weren’t just the woman he loved you were his wife, and the mother of his child.

The hospital room was wrapped in sacred stillness, bathed in the gentle morning light that filtered through the blinds. The constant sound of the heart monitor filled the silence, as if trying to match the rhythm of your heart. But it was Seung-hyun’s heart that raced its pace nearly out of control. Sitting by your side on the edge of the bed, he barely blinked, his eyes locked on the tiny being now carefully nestled in his arms.

Wrapped in a soft light blue blanket, the baby slept peacefully, lips slightly parted, tiny fists curled into little knots of calm. One small finger instinctively wrapped around Seung-hyun’s thumb, as if already recognizing his father’s touch. And at that contact, a hoarse, emotional laugh escaped his lips.

“He’s... absolutely beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, almost unrecognizable. His eyes glistened, on the verge of spilling over. He turned to you with a radiant smile. “And he looks so much like me, jagi…”

You could barely keep your eyes open from exhaustion. The pain of labor still echoed through your body, but in that moment, nothing absolutely nothing felt more important than the scene in front of you. The image of Seung-hyun, the man you loved, holding your child with such care, such reverence, as if the world would fall apart if he didn’t hold him just right… made every discomfort feel completely insignificant.

A tired, amused sigh left your lips as you let your head sink back onto the pillow.

“I carried him for nine months… and he’s your exact copy,” you murmured, narrowing your eyes in mock indignation. “How is that fair?”

Seung-hyun chuckled quietly as he leaned in to kiss your temple. “Maybe it’s because he wanted to give you the full experience of being stuck with two of me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corners of your lips curling into a smile.

Then, slowly, the baby opened his eyes for the very first time. He blinked gently, adjusting to the soft light of the room, before lifting his curious gaze to the world around him. Seung-hyun froze, forgetting to breathe for a moment as his attention returned fully to the baby.

They were your eyes. The very same ones he had fallen in love with years ago. That vivid, glowing color… now framed by lashes as delicate as silk, belonging to the little fruit of the love between you two.

The baby let out a soft coo as he looked up at his father, and Seung-hyun turned to you again, completely in awe of how your features and his had blended so perfectly.

“Actually,” he whispered, a tender smile tugging at his lips as his voice cracked and tears finally slipped down his cheeks, “He’s the perfect mix of both of us."