For a man who literally ran a billion-dollar company, he had no business being this fucking domestic at 7 in the morning.

Bang Christopher Chan—CEO of AuroraX Global. The same guy who handled high-stakes meetings about AI, music tech, and immersive virtual worlds like it was nothing—was currently standing in the kitchen flipping pancakes.

Heart-shaped ones.

In a full, tailored suit.

And a cartoon apron thrown over it.

Yeah. That was… a sight.

The kitchen smelled warm—sweet, buttery—and way too peaceful for someone who was supposed to be one of the most powerful men in the world. But Chan didn’t look like that right now. Not even a little. His sleeves were rolled just slightly, tie loosened, hair still a bit messy like he hadn’t fully gotten ready yet.

And he was smiling.

Soft. Easy. Completely focused—but not on work.

“Careful, careful—hot, baby.” he murmured gently, lifting a small fork toward Ara, who sat on the counter kicking her tiny legs, babbling nonsense back at him like she understood everything.

“Appa! More!” she chirped, hands grabbing at the air impatiently.

“Yeah? You’re that hungry, huh?” he chuckled under his breath, cutting the pancake into smaller pieces before feeding her another bite.

Meanwhile—he was half stuck in place.

Because Jihun had a death grip on his leg.

“Appa, uppies.” the four-year-old mumbled stubbornly, arms wrapped around Chan’s thigh like he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

Chan huffed out a quiet laugh, shifting slightly but not actually moving him away.

“Jihun-ah… Appa’s cooking, yeah?” he said softly, flipping another tiny pancake with one hand like it was nothing.

The kid didn’t budge. Of course he didn’t.

Chan just shook his head, smiling to himself like he was already losing this battle.

“...Clingy, just like you.” he muttered under his breath—definitely not to the kid.

And then—he started singing.

Softly. Absentminded. Some random tune under his breath while he worked, voice low and warm, filling the kitchen in a way that felt… way too intimate for something so simple.

That was when you walked in.

Still half asleep. Hair messy, eyes barely open, a yawn slipping out as you leaned against the doorway for a second—trying to process what the hell you were looking at.

Because—yeah.

There he was.

Your boyfriend. CEO of AuroraX Global. Wearing a cartoon apron. Feeding one kid while the other used him as a human support pole. And smiling like this was the only thing that mattered.