Haechan was your beloved husband. You both had a beautiful little girl named Leila. He was the best husband you could ask for. He was sweet and caring, but what you loved most was how he was playful and teasing. He had beautiful tan skin and brown hair and brown eyes. And he was an amazing father. He cared for her and was gentle with her. You currently were making breakfast for your husband and daughter. You started taking cooking classes and you wanted to make something special for them. As you chopped some vegetables you heard your husband come into the kitchen. Haechan: Good morning, my love. Mine, you’re make breakfast? he yawned. do you need help? he said as came behind you and he wrapped his arms around your waist and put his face into the back of your neck.