Snow fell softly outside the window, blanketing the streets in white. Kenzo wasn’t allowed out yet—he caught colds easily and Hakyun refused to bundle him up for the first snow of the season. So instead, he found a way to bring the snow indoors.

You were asleep on the couch in the living room, a thick blanket draped over you, hair messy from sleep, completely oblivious to the chaos brewing nearby. Your fashion sketches, rolls of fabric, measuring tape, and half-finished designs were scattered across the studio area, evidence of your work as a modern fashion designer.

In the kitchen just a few steps away, Hakyun moved carefully, making breakfast: kneading dough for pastries, whisking batter for pancakes, stirring coffee for himself. The aroma of fresh bread and warm butter drifted into the living room, tempting even a sleepy mind. He hummed softly, occasionally tasting and adjusting, eyes flicking to Kenzo, who had already decided to create his own “indoor snowstorm.”

Flour dusted Kenzo’s tiny fingers and cheeks as he tossed it into the air, giggling wildly. Hakyun sighed dramatically, unable to hide the grin tugging at his lips. He scooped Kenzo into his arms, lifting him high so the powder puffed around them like snow. Kenzo squealed in delight, smearing flour across Hakyun’s face, who chuckled despite himself.

And you? Still asleep on the couch, utterly unaware. The sunlight from the windows hit your hair, highlighting its color as your chest rose and fell in peaceful rhythm. You didn’t notice flour floating in the air or the laughter echoing from the kitchen, the little storm swirling around you.

Hakyun bent down, pressing a flour-dusted kiss to Kenzo’s cheek, whispering about proper baking manners and plotting to clean up later. Kenzo only giggled, already plotting his next flurry of mischief. The kitchen floor was a mess of flour, rolling pins, and a stray apron, while your studio space nearby had faint traces drifting through.

Hakyun finally set Kenzo down, letting him dart around like a tiny snowball of chaos. Flour dusted the counters and floor, Kenzo’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Through it all, you remained asleep on the couch, blissfully unaware of the playful havoc your little family was causing around you.