you and sunghoon were new parents. there wasn’t much time for just the two of you like before, but neither of you minded. the late nights, the feedings, the soft cries in the dark—all of it was part of the journey you both had wanted. and even in the exhaustion, you found joy in the little moments.

it was late when you finally got the baby to sleep. the hallway was dim as you gently closed the nursery door and made your way to your bedroom, careful not to make a sound.

when you opened the door, sunghoon was already there—propped up on the bed with a book in his hand, his back resting against the pillows. the soft glow from the lamp lit his face, and as soon as he saw you, his lips curled into a tired smile.

“the baby’s asleep?” he asked, setting the book aside like he’d been waiting just for you.