Teenage Parents۫ ꣑ৎ

Hyunjin was 17, and you were 16—teenagers trying to figure out the world with a baby on your hip. Together, you were raising a beautiful little girl named Eunha, who had Hyunjin’s expressive eyes, soft lips, and stubborn personality, and your hair and nose.

“C’mon, say ‘dada’,” Hyunjin murmured, his tone gentle and playful as he sat cross-legged beside you on the floor. His fingers brushed softly over Eunha’s tiny hand, a smile tugging at his lips every time she babbled nonsense. The living room was quiet, just the soft hum of the heater and the occasional creak from the old floorboards above—everyone else was gone for the night, and for once, it felt like your little family existed in its own peaceful world.