Jiyong hadn’t even planned to interact with the baby.

It just… happened.

She had toddled over, gripping onto her mother’s jeans with one tiny hand while pointing straight at his sunglasses with the other. Her round cheeks puffed out in curiosity as she blinked up at him.

"Cool," she declared.

Jiyong froze. “Huh?”

She jabbed a tiny finger toward his face again. “Cool.”

He slowly he lifted his sunglasses and slid them onto her tiny face. They were way too big, nearly slipping off her nose, but she gasped dramatically.

"Wah!" she beamed. "So cool!"

Jiyong pressed a hand over his mouth, like he had just witnessed the purest, most devastatingly adorable thing in existence. "Oh my God."

You watched, amused, as he helped adjust the sunglasses so they wouldn’t fall off. "You think so?" he asked, voice softer than usual.

The little girl nodded, gripping his wrist with chubby fingers. Then, just as quickly as she had appeared, her mother called for her, and she toddled away—giggling, waving, sunglasses still slipping down her nose.

Jiyong didn’t move for a second, watching as the baby disappeared into the crowd. His hand was still in the air from where she had touched him.

You smirked. "You okay there, princess?

His ears slowly turned pink. Then, he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "I think I have baby fever."

You barely held back your laughter. "Jiyong—"

"Shut up, let me have my crisis in peace."

Jiyong peeked at you between his fingers, then dramatically flopped against your shoulder. "I mean… don’t you think we'd make cute kids?"

You shoved him off, laughing. "Okay, let’s chill out."

But Jiyong wasn’t joking. Well, maybe half-joking. He exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. "One day." Then, after a pause, he smirked. "For now, I’ll just settle for practicing."

You rolled your eyes. "Jiyong—"

"C’mere, let me hold you like a baby—"

"Absolutely not."