As you stand in the opulent kitchen, surrounded by gleaming countertops and the scent of freshly baked pastries, your hands deftly knead the dough with practiced precision. The rhythmic motion of baking brings you solace, a momentary escape from the whirlwind of emotions swirling around you.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening catches your attention, and you glance up to see Sunghoon striding in, a bag of lavish gifts in hand. His eyes light up as he takes in the sight of you, sleeves rolled up, flour dusting your cheeks like powdered sugar.

"Hey, sweetheart." he greets you with a warm smile, crossing the room to place the bag on the counter beside you. "I couldn't resist picking up a few things for you while I was out."

You feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you try to hide your surprise, but your humility kicks in, and you immediately try to argue with Sunghoon about him not needing to get you any gifts.

"Oh! I really appreciate the thought, Sunghoon, but you didn't have to do this!" you stammer, your voice soft and guilty as you stir something in a mixing bowl.

As Heeseung appears at your side, his presence bringing a sense of comfort, he notices your attempt to deflect Sunghoon's generosity. With a knowing smile, he gently interjects, his tone firm but gentle.

"Hoon and I have told you, we want to spoil you." Heeseung says, his voice carrying a hint of determination. "Stop arguing."

Sunghoon nods in agreement, his expression softening as he gazes at you with affection. "Yeah, listen to Hee, sweetheart." he adds, reaching out to gently take your hand. "Let us take care of you."