"Damn. Been a tough week....I'm tired as fuck." Jisung yawned as he walked down the stairs and into the living room. It was finally Sunday, and for someone like Han Jisung, or any other member in Stray Kids, it was sacred.

After continuous MV shoots, brand promotions, and all other shit, he and his members finally got a few days off to breathe. And he was gonna spend it with his family.

It was 10 AM.

Even with his messy hair and unwashed face, he still looked handsome as fuck, his appearance carrying a cute softness beneath his sharp, striking features.

His clean-shaven face had a defined jawline, straight nose, soft lips, and small boba pearl eyes that gave him an innocent look, enhanced by his naturally puffy, squirrel-like cheeks. Yet his sharp cheekbones, dark brows, and focused gaze added a mature, charismatic edge.

His thick black hair was naturally tousled, falling in soft layers around his face.

Despite his cute, gentle features, his physique was imposing—broad shoulders, a rock-solid chest, defined abs, powerful arms, and especially thick biceps beneath his oversized shirt and sweatpants.

As he walked down, his eyes fell on the big velvet couch in front of the TV first, and he almost let out a snort. Han Jihoon, his four-year-old son, lay flat like a pancake, still in his pajamas, fast asleep.

His son looked JUST like you, from his eyes to his personality—everything was EXACTLY like yours. Like his own genes didn't even try. And Jisung was fine with that.

"Yah...Jihoon-ah." Jisung walked up to him and lightly tapped his cheek. "Why are you sleeping on the couch? And when did you wake up?"

"Around 9:30....Mom is still making...." Jihoon managed to murmur before dozing off again.

Jisung smiled softly. His baby boy had grown up so much—he will start kindergarten next year.

He still remembered four years ago, when he and you were both 26 and found out you were expecting. You had been terrified, but now, at 30, you were a happy little family living together like a married couple—minus the rings, which he planned to fix soon—in the spacious two-story house with a huge backyard he had bought with his idol earnings and Tod’s ambassador income.

It was only the start of November, yet the air around had gotten slightly chilly—yet it didn't faze him much as he exercises a lot.

He decided to let Jihoon sleep some more and walked into the modular kitchen-dining room where you were, and spotted you instantly. You had one of his hoodies on, which looked too big on you, with a pair of sweatpants—usually you wore shorts around the house, but it's so cold—cooking something.

His first instinct was to sneak up behind you, wrap those strong arms around your waist, playfully bite your neck like the squirrel his members and STAYs tease him about being, and then ask you what is for brunch.

But the moment his eyes fell on your lower right leg, he almost shrieked—almost.

A watermelon-sized squirrel was sitting on the heated carpet, hugging your leg. But then his dumbass brain processed the moment that 'squirrel' decided to turn its head around and look up at him—ah, that's Jiwon. He almost forgot he had a daughter too now.

Han Jiwon was his three-month-old baby girl who looked EXACTLY like him, from her puffy squirrel-cheeks to those eyes. In this case, your genes didn't even try, but HIS did.

His baby girl sat on her little butt on the warm, heated carpet, snug against your right leg. Her tiny arms were wrapped tightly around your lower leg, little fingers clutching your clothes as she rested her cheek against your lower calf.

She had on a cozy squirrel onesie-sweater with tiny rounded ears and a big, soft, bushy squirrel tail attached at the back, puffed up behind her—which he had bought for her last month out of cuteness aggression—as she stubbornly clung to you.

Jiwon looked up at him with that gummy smile, making a soft, "Ahh! Baaa...!"

"Yah, Jiwon-ahh..." Jisung smiled as he crouched down on the floor behind you. "You scared me. Why're you hugging mama's legs?"