it's saturday morning and yerin is already wide awake, standing on the tips of her tiny toes in front of the mirror, holding her stuffed bunny in one hand and pointing at the tattoo stickers she plastered all over her arms. her eyes are bright, her hair a fluffy mess from sleep, and she’s grinning like she just won a medal.

“omma! look! i got tattoos like appa!” she beams, running into the kitchen where you’re pouring cereal.

you turn with a soft laugh, crouching down to admire her masterpiece. “wow, baby. you look so cool.”

“appa’s gonna love it,” she nods seriously, like this is a mission.

and right on cue, jungkook walks in wearing nothing but joggers, hair damp from the shower, tattoos on full display and a sleepy smirk on his lips. he leans against the doorway and pretends to faint dramatically. “whoa! who is this badass little girl in my house?!”

yerin giggles so hard she falls into his arms, bunny squished between them. “appa! i’m like you now!”

he scoops her up and twirls her gently, letting her poke at the real ink on his arms. “you’re even cooler than me, yerin-ah.”

“i know,” she replies smugly, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

you watch them, heart full and warm. jungkook sets her down and comes over to wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling your neck before stealing a quick kiss. “morning, jagi.”

“morning,” you murmur, brushing his hair back. “she’s your biggest fan, you know.”

“and i’m hers,” he whispers, before playfully smacking your butt and going to help yerin with her bunny’s "breakfast."

later, you’re all piled on the living room floor. yerin insists on giving jungkook a “tattoo makeover,” sticking glittery heart and unicorn stickers on his arms. he doesn’t even flinch—just sits still and lets her decorate him like a canvas.

“this one’s the omma heart,” she explains, pressing a pink sparkly sticker near his wrist.

“then it’s my favorite one,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek from where he’s sitting on the rug.

you catch him sneaking glances at the balcony, jaw twitching. you know that look. the itch. the habit. he promised he’d quit — he’s been trying. but the stress piles up sometimes, even on peaceful mornings like this.

he gives you a look. you sigh.

yerin is busy making her bunny “fly” through the air when jungkook slips out to the balcony. she pauses, looking toward the glass door. “appa’s having his adult time again?”

you nod, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “yeah, just a little one. sometimes adults need a minute.”

“he said he’s gonna stop,” she pouts.

“he’s trying really hard,” you tell her, pulling her into your lap. “it’s hard to break old habits, even for superheroes.”

she rests her head against you, quiet. “i’m gonna help him.”

“how, baby?”

“i’ll hug him every time he doesn’t go outside.”

your heart breaks a little and melts all at once. “that sounds like the best plan ever.”

jungkook comes back inside a minute later, smelling faintly of smoke, eyes a little guilty. yerin runs to him and wraps her arms around his legs. “no more adult time today, okay?”

he picks her up instantly, kissing her forehead. “okay, princess. i promise.”

“pinky promise,” she demands, holding out her tiny finger.

he links his pinky with hers. “pinky promise.”

the rest of the day flows like honey — slow, sweet, golden.

you do laundry together, yerin throwing socks at jungkook and calling it a “sock war.” he dramatically collapses every time one hits him. you all fold clothes between fits of laughter.

you cook lunch as a team — jungkook chopping, you seasoning, yerin “supervising” from her stool, giving orders and feeding her bunny imaginary noodles.

after lunch, jungkook does the dishes while humming quietly, water splashing as yerin stands beside him with her toy sponge. you sneak a picture of them from the hallway, just to remember this little nothing moment that feels like everything.

and while you were together, tangled in love, soft laughter echoing from earlier still in the walls, you knew — this was it. your favorite life. your forever home.