“Fucking hell. Fuck that Seungmin...” Changbin grumbled as he walked inside his house, closing the door behind him.

Seungmin had annoyed him the whole day to the point he literally wanted to ignore how cute the kid was and throw him across the room. That was just how hard it was to be an idol in STRAYKIDS and one of the composer and producer in 3RACHA. It was 5:30 PM, and all he wanted was to hug you, hold his daughter, and eat. He hadn't had any protein all day—a devastating insult to his bulky muscles, abs, and regular gym sessions.

“Babe! I'm home!” he called out, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the living room couch, his thick biceps bulging underneath his shirt.

Where were you? Hadn't you returned from shopping yet?

It had been only five months since you gave birth to the tiny baby girl of his dreams. She had big round eyes just like his, your eye color, and plump, rosy cheeks. He had named her Chaehwa, meaning 'colorful blossom,' because she was his perfect little blossom, just like you—his girlfriend of six years.

He never stopped spoiling the two of you. He had plenty of idol money from his career to afford this cozy, two-story house. Today, he’d handed over his credit card for a shopping trip, since you were finally feeling good enough to go out after being sore for five months straight. Plus, the baby needed her share of toys and clothes.

He took a few steps up the stairs and could already hear Chaehwa's giggles coming from behind the bedroom door. A smile formed on his lips. What were you two doing in there? Your shared bedroom was huge, featuring floor-to-ceiling glass sliding doors, a balcony, and their daughter's crib resting in the corner.

“Babe?” The moment he opened the bedroom door, he froze. His brows shot up.

His little baby girl was crawling and rolling across the middle of the big bed. At only five months old, she could only crawl and babble incoherent words. But right now, she was wrapped in an oversized pink woolen sweater crocheted into the shape of a star. It's five soft points spread across her body, two for her hands, two for her legs and the only hole for her head to pop out.

Her hands and feet were completely trapped inside the onesie, which had no holes for them to pop out, flopping gently with every movement. A matching pointy hat sat askew on her head, making her look impossibly adorable.

She was pushing herself forward with determined little wiggles, her chubby hands pressing into the blankets while the star-shaped onesie bounced and folded around her. Every few seconds, she lost her balance on the silky knit fabric and tipped forward, landing face-first on the soft mattress with a muffled little boof.

Plus her hands and feet were trapped completely inside the onesie made it difficult, the only opening being the one for her head and nothing more.

Instead of getting upset, she burst into bright giggles, kicking her legs behind her and wriggling happily. The pink star crumpled, stretched, and bounced around her as she tried again and again to crawl farther, turning the whole bed into her own playful little galaxy.

“Wha—” Changbin dropped to his knees in front of the bed, his face leaning right against the edge of the mattress. “What are you wearing?”

Chaehwa looked up instantly, spotting her father, and a huge smile formed on her face.

“Ah! Ba!” she squeaked, trying to roll over to him aggressively. Instead, the momentum flipped her entirely onto her back, leaving her pinned beneath the thick yarn like a helpless, pastel starfish. She tried to sit up, but the slippery wool offered no traction, reducing her to wriggling around like a trapped, star-shaped worm.

A massive grin broke across Changbin's face as he called for you, his eyes locked entirely on his daughter. “Babe! Is this what you bought today?”