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an: Merry Christmas pookie’s 🎄💚, first hyunjin fluff
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The snow fell softly outside our apartment, blanketing the city in a gentle hush. From where I stood in the living room, I could see the Christmas lights twinkling on the buildings across the street, reflecting off the window like stars. Inside, our little tree glowed warmly, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
Hyunjin had insisted on decorating it himself, and I’d let him, knowing how much joy he found in the process. But now, as I looked at the slightly uneven distribution of ornaments and the tinsel that seemed to cascade in chaotic loops, I couldn’t help but laugh softly. It was imperfectly perfect—just like him.
The soft sound of a piano filled the air, coming from the record player in the corner. I’d chosen a playlist of Christmas classics to set the mood while I prepared the hot chocolate.
“Hyunjin, are you almost ready?” I called out.
“In a minute!” his voice echoed from the bedroom.
I rolled my eyes affectionately and placed the mugs on the coffee table, arranging a plate of cookies alongside them. Tonight wasn’t anything extravagant—just the two of us, spending time together before his busy schedule resumed.
A few minutes later, Hyunjin emerged from the bedroom, and my breath caught for a moment. He wore a cozy red sweater that complemented his golden skin, and his hair fell in soft waves around his face.
“Sorry, I wanted to fix my hair,” he said sheepishly, tugging at his sleeves.
“You look perfect,” I said, smiling as I walked over to him.
His lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. “You’re biased.”
“Maybe,” I teased, grabbing his hand and leading him to the couch.
As we settled in, Hyunjin reached for one of the mugs and took a careful sip. He hummed in appreciation, his eyes lighting up.
“Did you add cinnamon to this?”
“I did. Thought it might be a nice touch.”
“It’s amazing,” he said, setting the mug down to grab a cookie.
We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the music and the crackling sound of the electric fireplace filling the room. I watched as Hyunjin’s gaze wandered to the tree, a soft, almost wistful expression crossing his face.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked, resting my head on his shoulder.
He was quiet for a moment before replying. “Just how different this year feels. It’s been so hectic, but moments like this make it all worth it.”
I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers through his. “You deserve this, Hyunjin. A moment to breathe, to just be yourself.”
He turned to look at me, his dark eyes filled with warmth. “I feel like myself the most when I’m with you.”
After finishing our drinks, Hyunjin suddenly stood and extended a hand toward me.
“Dance with me,” he said, a playful glint in his eye.
“Dance?” I repeated, laughing. “To Christmas music?”
“Why not?”
I hesitated for a moment before taking his hand. He led me to the center of the room, where the soft glow of the tree illuminated the space.
At first, I felt a little awkward, but Hyunjin’s infectious energy quickly melted away my self-consciousness. He twirled me around, laughing when I stumbled slightly, and soon we were moving together as if the music was written just for us.
“See? You’re a natural,” he said, spinning me again.
“You’re just saying that because you’re a professional,” I teased, grinning up at him.
“Maybe,” he said, pulling me close. “But it’s true.”
As the song ended, Hyunjin didn’t let go. Instead, he held me in his arms, swaying gently to the next track.
“Thank you,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“For what?”
“For making everything feel magical,” he replied, resting his forehead against mine.
My heart swelled, and I reached up to cup his face. “Hyunjin, you’re the one who brings the magic. I’m just here to remind you of it.”
His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. Then, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my lips, his touch gentle and full of love.
Later, as we sat by the tree, Hyunjin pulled out a small box from behind his back.
“What’s this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just open it,” he said, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Inside the box was a delicate silver necklace with a tiny snowflake pendant.
“I saw it a few weeks ago and thought of you,” he said, his voice shy. “It reminded me of how you make everything feel beautiful and special, even the little things.”
I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked at him. “Hyunjin, it’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Here, let me,” he said, taking the necklace and fastening it around my neck.
As his fingers brushed against my skin, I felt a warmth spread through me, despite the chill outside.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and quiet moments by the fire. As midnight approached, I found myself leaning against Hyunjin, his arm wrapped around me as we watched the snow continue to fall outside.
“Next year,” he said suddenly, “let’s do this again. Same tree, same cookies, same everything.”
“Deal,” I said, smiling up at him.
And in that moment, with the world outside hushed and peaceful, I knew that no matter where life took us, as long as I had Hyunjin by my side, every Christmas would feel like magic.
The snow had been falling for hours, blanketing the streets of Seoul in a shimmering white coat. The flakes drifted lazily outside the window, illuminated by the warm glow of Christmas lights. I pulled the curtains closed with a small sigh, hugging my arms as the cozy warmth of our apartment wrapped around me.
It was Christmas Eve, and for once, Bang Chan had the entire day off. It felt like a miracle. Between practices, performances, and managing his responsibilities as a leader, he rarely had time to just… breathe. But tonight, the world had gifted us a quiet moment—just us, no schedules, no distractions.
“Y/N, what’s taking so long? I need your help!” Chan’s voice called from the living room, laced with mock urgency.
Rolling my eyes fondly, I stepped into the room, where he was sitting cross-legged on the floor amidst a chaotic pile of tinsel, ornaments, and what looked like a very tangled string of Christmas lights. He had a Santa hat perched jauntily on his head, and his sweater—a gaudy masterpiece featuring a reindeer with flashing LED antlers—lit up every few seconds.
“You started without me?” I teased, picking up the nearest ornament.
Chan gave me an exaggerated pout. “I was just trying to untangle the lights, but it’s like they have a personal vendetta against me. Help me out before I lose my mind.”
I chuckled, kneeling beside him. “Alright, let’s do this. But if you break any ornaments, you’re on cleanup duty.”
“Deal.” He grinned, scooting closer as we began the painstaking process of untangling the lights.
An hour later, the tree was finally decorated, its branches adorned with twinkling lights, mismatched ornaments, and a slightly crooked star at the top. We stepped back to admire our handiwork, Chan’s arm casually slung around my shoulders.
“Character?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “That’s just your way of saying it’s a mess.”
“It’s a beautiful mess,” he corrected, leaning down to press a kiss to my temple. “Just like us.”
I swatted his chest, laughing. “You’re so cheesy.”
“And you love it,” he shot back, his dimpled smile making my heart flutter.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of holiday clichés. We baked cookies—though Chan ate most of the dough before it even made it to the oven—and danced around the kitchen to Christmas music, our laughter filling the small apartment. At one point, he pulled me into his arms for a slow dance, the lights from the tree casting a soft glow over us.
“You know,” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine, “I don’t get to do this often enough.”
“Dance in the kitchen?” I teased, trying to lighten the sudden seriousness in his tone.
Chan chuckled, but his eyes stayed soft. “No. Spend time with you. Just… be here. Like this.”
I felt my chest tighten at his words. I knew how much pressure he was under, how hard he worked to juggle everything. Moments like this—just the two of us, no interruptions—were rare. Precious.
“Well,” I said, my voice quiet, “I’m glad we have tonight.”
“Me too.” His arms tightened around me, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t exist.
Later that night, we curled up on the couch with a blanket and a plate of slightly burnt cookies. A Christmas movie played in the background, but neither of us was really paying attention. I was too busy watching the way Chan’s face lit up every time he laughed, the way his dimples deepened when he smiled.
“You’re staring,” he said, catching me in the act.
I shrugged, unbothered. “Maybe I just like looking at you.”
His ears turned pink, and he ducked his head, trying to hide his grin. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re cute when you’re flustered,” I countered, poking his cheek.
“Stop.” He laughed, grabbing my hand to pull me closer. “Come here.”
I let him tug me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me as he rested his chin on my shoulder. We sat like that for a while, watching the snow fall outside the window, the room filled with the soft hum of Christmas music and the warmth of being together.
As midnight approached, Chan reached behind the couch and pulled out a small, wrapped box.
“What’s this?” I asked, taking it from him.
“Open it and find out.” His smile was almost shy, a rare sight that made my heart skip a beat.
Carefully, I peeled back the wrapping paper to reveal a delicate silver bracelet. Dangling from it was a tiny charm shaped like a star, its edges sparkling in the light.
“Chan,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re always saying how much you love looking at the stars,” he said, his voice soft. “I thought maybe this could be a little reminder. You know, for when I’m not around.”
I blinked back tears, slipping the bracelet onto my wrist. “I love it. Thank you.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered back, leaning into him.
The snowstorm raged outside, but inside, everything was warm and safe. In that moment, wrapped in Chan’s arms with the glow of the Christmas tree around us, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect holiday.
The studio was electric with anticipation. Stray Kids were scheduled to perform on Music Bank, and I was seated front row with our five-year-old daughter, Hana, perched on my lap. The cheers of the audience vibrated through the walls, the energy infectious as the lights dimmed and the crew prepared the stage for the performance.
Beside me, Hana clutched my hand, her blue eyes wide as she watched the team of stylists and crew members bustling around, getting everything ready for the boys. Chan, her dad, would be performing in just a few minutes. It would be the first time since Hana’s fifth birthday that she would watch him on stage. She had always been a proud little girl, but today, her excitement seemed to overflow with every beat of the music coming from the rehearsals behind the stage curtains.
“Are you ready to see Daddy, Hana?” I asked, brushing a stray lock of her hair back.
She nodded eagerly, her ponytail bouncing with her enthusiasm. “I’m so ready, Mum!” she exclaimed, her voice carrying through the low hum of the crowd.
As the crew finished setting up, I noticed Hana’s fingers nervously twisting around the edge of her dress. It was a cute, little floral number I had picked out for her, one that she insisted on wearing for the occasion. “He’s going to be amazing, Hana. Just like always.”
Hana nodded again, but I could see the worry in her eyes. “What if I mess up? I don’t want Daddy to get worried.”
I squeezed her hand gently. “You won’t mess up. Daddy is going to be so proud of you, just like we’re proud of him.”
The audience grew louder as the clock ticked closer to showtime. Hana’s eyes scanned the stage, looking for any sign of Chan. “Where is he, Mum?”
“He’s getting ready in his dressing room. He’ll be out soon,” I reassured her, glancing at the monitor where the boys were making final adjustments before heading on stage. I could spot Chan, fussing with his hair and adjusting his outfit. Even from a distance, I could see the familiar lines of concentration on his face, the way his shoulders slightly hunched with the weight of anticipation.
“Look, Mum!” Hana tugged at my sleeve, pointing toward the stage. “They’re coming out!”
I followed her gaze, and sure enough, Stray Kids lined up, ready to make their entrance. The cheers from the audience grew louder, a sea of light sticks waving in the darkened studio. The boys took their positions, and the music began to play.
As the beat started, I could see Chan step forward. His eyes scanned the audience, landing on us briefly before he focused back on the performance. His movements were smooth, confident, his voice hitting every note with precision. It was clear he had poured every bit of himself into this performance, and I couldn’t have been more proud.
Hana’s face lit up with excitement as she watched her dad. “Mum, is that Daddy?” she asked, her voice tinged with awe.
“Yep, that’s him,” I replied, brushing a tear from my cheek. “Isn’t he amazing?”
She nodded, her eyes wide and bright as she continued to watch him. “I want to dance just like him when I grow up.”
“Well, maybe not just like him,” I teased gently, squeezing her hand. “But it’s good to have big dreams.”
As Stray Kids launched into their first song, Hana was completely captivated. She watched intently, mimicking their dance moves and singing along under her breath. Each time Chan came forward, she would clap louder, shouting encouragement to him as if he could hear her through the crowd.
I laughed softly, marveling at the sight of my little girl cheering for her dad. The bond they shared was unmistakable, even from a distance. It was the kind of connection that defied logic, rooted deeply in love and shared experiences.
Mid-performance, as Chan took the microphone for his solo, he caught my eye briefly. There was a soft, reassuring smile on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of his presence in our lives. It was as if he were silently saying, I’m here, and I love you. My heart swelled with emotion.
As the music transitioned into the next track, the energy on stage shifted. The boys were in their element, their chemistry evident as they moved seamlessly from one song to the next. Chan’s confidence was unmistakable, his gaze occasionally straying toward us in the audience. I could see him mouthing the words I love you whenever the spotlight hit him.
“Is Daddy tired?” Hana asked softly, leaning into me. “He’s been singing a lot.”
“He’s not tired, sweetheart. He’s just really into the performance,” I assured her, stroking her hair. “And remember, he loves doing this. It’s his dream.”
Hana nodded, still watching intently. “He loves us too, right?”
I smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Of course, he does. More than anything.”
As the last song drew to a close, Stray Kids took their final bows, sweat glistening on their skin under the studio lights. The crowd’s cheers were deafening, and I could see Chan searching the audience until his eyes found ours. A small, appreciative wave went in our direction, and Hana’s face broke into a radiant smile, her hands waving furiously.
“Good job, Daddy!” she shouted over the noise, her voice full of pride.
Chan’s smile widened as he spotted us. He gestured toward Hana, making a heart with his hands, then blew her a kiss. The sight made my heart swell with pride and love.
The boys exited the stage, but Chan lingered for a moment longer. He took a moment to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling with effort. Then, he made his way toward us, weaving through the crew and past security.
When he finally reached us, Hana launched herself into his arms. “Daddy!” she squealed, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck. “You were amazing!”
Chan chuckled, his eyes crinkling with joy. “Thank you, baby. Did you have fun watching me?”
Hana nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “It was the best!”
I stepped forward, my heart full. “You were fantastic, Chan. As always.”
Chan gave me a grateful smile, his gaze softening. “Thank you, love. And thank you for bringing Hana here today. It means the world to me.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied, stepping closer to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “We wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
As we started to make our way out of the studio, Chan reached for my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “That was a good show,” he said, his voice warm with satisfaction. “But you know what’s the best part?”
“What’s that?” I asked, glancing up at him.
“Having you two here to share it with me,” Chan replied, his eyes flicking to Hana who was chattering animatedly about the performance. “It makes everything better. Seeing you both in the audience is what keeps me going.”
Hana skipped ahead, her little legs carrying her with ease. “I want to be on stage like Daddy one day,” she declared.
Chan looked down at her, his expression tender. “You can be whatever you want, baby. Just remember to dream big.”
I watched them, my heart full of love and gratitude. There was no denying the deep bond between them. As they walked ahead, talking about the show and life in general, I couldn’t help but feel blessed. Hana was growing up in a world where her dad was a star, but more importantly, she was growing up surrounded by love—love from a father who was always present, always proud, and always there to catch her when she fell.
As we exited the building and stepped into the quiet of the parking lot, I wrapped my arms around them both, pulling them close. “We’re so proud of you, Chan,” I whispered, feeling the weight of his sacrifices and the depth of his commitment to both family and career.
Chan smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Thank you, love. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
And as we drove away from the studio, Hana’s voice rang out from the backseat. “Daddy, I’m so glad I got to see you today.”
I smiled, looking back at her in the rearview mirror. “We’re glad too, sweetheart. More than you know.”
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The warm morning sun streamed through the curtains as the gentle hum of life outside our apartment created a serene backdrop. I stirred in bed, feeling the comforting weight of Felix’s arm draped over me. His soft breathing was rhythmic and peaceful, a rare sight considering his packed schedule.
In the adjacent room, a tiny giggle broke the silence, followed by a series of babbling sounds. I smiled to myself, already knowing what was about to happen. Sure enough, the baby monitor crackled to life with our daughter’s voice.
“Dada! Mama!”
Felix stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at me with his signature sleepy smile, the one that always melted my heart. “Good morning, love.”
“Morning,” I whispered, leaning over to kiss his forehead.
Our daughter’s babbling grew louder, interspersed with little knocks on her crib railing. Felix chuckled. “Looks like our little sunshine is ready to start the day.”
“She’s definitely your daughter,” I teased. “So full of energy, even in the morning.”
Felix sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Well, let’s not keep her waiting.” He stood and stretched, his oversized hoodie falling past his hips, making him look adorably domestic.
As we walked into the nursery, our daughter, Ellie, bounced in her crib, her chubby hands reaching out for Felix. “Dada!”
“There’s my girl!” Felix cooed, scooping her up and peppering her face with kisses. Her laughter was infectious, filling the room with pure joy.
Breakfast was a chaotic symphony of Ellie’s excited squeals, Felix’s playful antics, and the clinking of plates. Felix had insisted on making pancakes, his specialty.
“Look, Ellie,” he said, holding up a pancake shaped like a star. “Daddy made you a star, just like you are!”
Ellie clapped her hands, her tiny face lighting up. “Star!”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re spoiling her, Felix.”
“She deserves it,” he said, winking at me before turning back to flip another pancake.
As we sat at the table, Ellie happily munched on her pancake while Felix leaned over, feeding me bites of his own creation.
“Good?” he asked, his freckles dancing as he grinned.
“Delicious,” I replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Ellie watched us with wide eyes before mimicking the gesture, leaning over to plant a wet kiss on Felix’s cheek. “Dada!”
Felix laughed, his heart visibly melting. “You’re too cute, Ellie. You’re going to make Daddy cry.”
The day was filled with simple joys: a trip to the park where Ellie toddled around, holding tightly to Felix’s hand, and an impromptu picnic where Felix showed Ellie how to pick flowers.
As the afternoon sun began to dip, we returned home, exhausted but happy. Ellie was clinging to Felix, her tiny head resting on his shoulder as she fought to stay awake.
“Looks like someone’s ready for a nap,” I said, smiling at the sight.
Felix nodded, his voice soft. “She’s getting heavier, isn’t she? Our little girl is growing up too fast.”
I placed a hand on his arm. “She’s still our baby, Felix. She always will be.”
After putting Ellie down for her nap, Felix and I found ourselves on the couch, tangled together under a cozy blanket. The TV played softly in the background, but neither of us paid much attention.
“Thank you,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence.
He looked at me, confused. “For what?”
“For being such an amazing dad,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I know your schedule is crazy, and you’re always so busy, but you still make time for us. For her.”
Felix’s eyes softened, and he reached out to cup my face. “You and Ellie are my everything,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No matter how busy I get, you two will always come first.”
I leaned into his touch, tears threatening to spill. “I love you, Felix.”
He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss. “I love you more.”
Later that evening, as we prepared for bed, Felix sat on the floor of Ellie’s nursery, softly humming a lullaby while she clung to his finger. Her eyelids drooped, and I leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene with a full heart.
He caught me watching and smiled. “Caught me serenading our little princess?”
“She’s lucky to have you,” I said, stepping into the room and sitting beside him.
“We’re lucky to have her,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from Ellie’s face.
In that moment, surrounded by the quiet love of our little family, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Life with Felix wasn’t always easy, but it was always full of love.
The apartment was silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, waiting for Changbin to come home. It was late—later than usual—but as the girlfriend of an idol, I was used to it.
Still, I couldn’t help but worry. He’d texted me hours ago saying he’d be done “soon,” but I knew that “soon” in the idol world didn’t mean the same thing it did for everyone else. The clock ticked past midnight when I finally heard the jingle of keys and the faint creak of the front door opening.
“Bin?” I called, setting my phone down.
“It’s me,” his voice replied, low and tired but still warm.
I jumped up from the couch as he walked in, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his hair slightly damp from what I assumed was a quick shower at the company. Changbin looked up at me and smiled, the kind of smile that melted my heart every single time.
“Hey, baby,” he said, kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag by the door.
“You’re so late,” I scolded lightly, crossing my arms. “You promised you’d try to get home earlier tonight.”
He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know. I’m sorry. The practice ran longer than I thought, and then we had to finalize some recordings…”
I sighed, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around his waist. “It’s okay. I just missed you.”
Changbin relaxed into my embrace, his arms circling around me tightly. “I missed you too,” he murmured, resting his chin on my head. “I thought about you all day, but it’s been crazy at the studio.”
“Have you eaten?” I asked, leaning back to look up at him.
He shook his head, his dark eyes filled with exhaustion. “No, but it’s fine. I’m too tired to cook.”
“I’m not,” I said with a smile. “Go sit down. I’ll make you something.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Shh.” I pressed a finger to his lips, cutting him off. “Sit. I’ll take care of you.”
Changbin laughed softly, the sound low and comforting. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I try,” I teased, walking toward the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later, I placed a plate of fried rice and some leftover side dishes in front of him at the small dining table. He looked up at me with wide eyes, like I’d just handed him the moon.
“Babe, you didn’t have to go all out like this,” he said, already reaching for his chopsticks.
“It’s just fried rice,” I said with a laugh, sitting across from him. “Eat up.”
Changbin didn’t need to be told twice. He dug in eagerly, humming in appreciation after the first bite. “This is so good,” he said between mouthfuls. “Better than the company meals.”
I smiled, watching him eat. Moments like this made all the late nights and missed dates worth it. Seeing him happy, even after a long day, filled my heart in ways I couldn’t explain.
When he finally set his chopsticks down, his plate nearly empty, Changbin leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. “That hit the spot,” he said, giving me a lazy grin.
“Good,” I said, standing to clear the table. “Now you can sleep without your stomach growling.”
“Wait.” Changbin grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
“What?” I asked, turning to look at him.
“Leave it for now,” he said, tugging me toward him. “Come here.”
I hesitated, glancing at the dishes. “But—”
“No buts.” He pulled me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I haven’t seen you all day. I want to hold you for a bit.”
I rolled my eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling as I settled into his embrace. “You’re such a baby sometimes,” I teased.
“And you love it,” he shot back, resting his head against my shoulder.
He wasn’t wrong.
We moved to the couch a little while later, the dishes still untouched in the kitchen. Changbin lay sprawled out with his head in my lap, his eyes closed as I ran my fingers through his soft hair.
“Tell me about your day,” he murmured, his voice low and relaxed.
“It wasn’t very exciting,” I admitted, continuing to comb through his hair. “Work was boring, as usual. Then I came home and waited for you.”
He opened one eye, peering up at me. “You make it sound like I’m some celebrity or something.”
“You are a celebrity,” I pointed out, grinning.
Changbin groaned dramatically, covering his face with his hands. “Don’t remind me. Sometimes I just want to be your boyfriend, not Seo Changbin from Stray Kids.”
“You’re always just my boyfriend,” I said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “No matter how famous you are.”
He smiled, his hands dropping back to his sides. “Good. I like being just your boyfriend.”
As the night wore on, Changbin’s exhaustion started to catch up with him. His eyelids grew heavier, his responses slower, until he finally drifted off to sleep in my lap.
I stayed still, not wanting to disturb him. He looked so peaceful, his usual intensity replaced by a softness that made my heart ache.
“Sweet dreams, Bin,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.
The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of soft humming. I rubbed my eyes, sitting up to find Changbin in the kitchen, already dressed and cooking breakfast.
“Good morning,” he said, flashing me a bright smile when he noticed me.
“You’re up early,” I said, padding over to him.
“I figured I’d let you sleep in,” he said, holding up a plate of pancakes. “Plus, I wanted to make you breakfast for once.”
My heart swelled as I took the plate from him, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
He laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “I try.”
Over breakfast, Changbin filled me in on his plans for the day. He had another long day of practice and recording ahead, but he promised he’d try to be home earlier this time.
“And if I’m late again,” he added, his expression serious, “I’ll make it up to you this weekend. We can do whatever you want.”
“Even if it’s just staying home and watching movies?” I asked.
“Especially if it’s just staying home and watching movies,” he said with a grin.
As he left for work, I stood by the door, watching him go. It wasn’t always easy being the girlfriend of an idol, but moments like these made it all worth it.
Changbin turned back at the last second, blowing me a kiss before disappearing down the hall.
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The soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand was the only sound breaking the stillness of the room. I sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the digital clock glowing 2:37 AM. My chest tightened as I fought the urge to cry.
Bang Chan wasn’t here again.
It had been weeks since he’d had a proper day off, weeks since we’d spent more than a fleeting moment together as a family. He was always working—writing, producing, rehearsing. And while I knew his role as the leader of Stray Kids demanded so much of him, it felt like his role as a father and partner had taken a backseat.
A soft cry crackled through the baby monitor, jolting me out of my thoughts.
“Shh, I’m coming,” I whispered to no one, pulling myself together and heading into the nursery.
Our daughter, Luna, lay in her crib, her tiny face scrunched up as she whimpered. I reached in, scooping her up gently, and began rocking her in my arms.
“It’s okay, sweet girl,” I cooed. “Mommy’s here.”
Her cries subsided into soft sniffles, and I kissed her forehead, inhaling the faint scent of baby powder.
I felt a pang of sadness as I looked down at her. She deserved more than this. More than just me. She deserved her dad too.
The front door creaked open just after 4 AM. I was sitting on the couch, Luna finally asleep in her bassinet beside me.
Chan stepped inside, his shoulders slumped and his hoodie pulled low over his face. He looked exhausted, but when he saw me sitting there, his eyes widened in surprise.
“(Y/N), you’re still awake?”
I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “How could I sleep when I don’t even know if you’re coming home anymore?”
He winced, shutting the door quietly behind him. “I’m sorry. Practice ran late, and then I had some things to finish in the studio—”
“It’s always practice or the studio or something else,” I interrupted, my voice trembling with frustration. “Do you even realize how long it’s been since you spent time with us? With her?” I motioned toward the bassinet.
His gaze flickered to Luna, and guilt flashed across his face. “I know. I know I’ve been… absent. But you know how important this is. I’m doing this for us. For her future.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Her future? Chan, she doesn’t need all the money or fame in the world. She needs her dad. I need you.”
“I’m trying,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m doing the best I can.”
“Are you?” I asked, standing up. “Because it feels like your best is reserved for everyone else but us.”
His shoulders sagged, and he ran a hand through his hair. “What do you want me to do, (Y/N)? Quit? Walk away from everything I’ve worked for?”
“I’m not asking you to quit,” I said, my voice softening. “I’m asking you to find a balance. To make time for the family you chose to have.”
He looked at me, and for a moment, I thought he might argue. But then he nodded, his expression weary. “You’re right. I’ve been… I’ve been failing you. Both of you. I’ll try harder, I promise.”
I wanted to believe him. I really did.
Days turned into weeks, and while Chan did make more of an effort to be present, it still felt like his heart was elsewhere. He’d hold Luna and play with her, but his phone was always nearby, his mind half in another world.
One evening, after putting Luna to bed, I found him in the living room with his laptop open. He was reviewing tracks, his headphones on, completely absorbed.
“Chan,” I said, standing in the doorway.
He didn’t respond.
“Chan,” I said again, louder this time.
He finally looked up, pulling his headphones off. “What’s up?”
I stared at him, my chest tightening. “Is this what it’s always going to be like? You here, but not really here?”
He frowned, closing his laptop. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about us,” I said, stepping closer. “I’m talking about how I feel like I’m raising Luna on my own while you chase this dream that seems more important than we are.”
“That’s not fair,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “You knew what you were signing up for when we started this. You knew my career would demand a lot of me.”
“I didn’t know it would mean losing you,” I shot back, tears spilling over.
His face softened, and he stood, reaching for me. “(Y/N), don’t say that. You haven’t lost me.”
“Haven’t I?” I whispered, pulling away. “Because it feels like I’m standing here begging for scraps of your time, your attention. And I shouldn’t have to beg, Chan. We shouldn’t have to beg.”
He looked at me, pain etched across his face, but he didn’t say anything. And in that silence, I felt my heart break a little more.
That night, I packed a bag for Luna and me.
I didn’t want to leave. I loved Chan more than anything, but I couldn’t keep living like this. I couldn’t keep feeling like we were an afterthought in his life.
When he found me in the nursery, his eyes widened in alarm. “What are you doing?”
“I need some space,” I said, my voice trembling. “I need to figure out what’s best for Luna and me.”
“(Y/N), please,” he said, his voice desperate. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave.”
“I don’t want to,” I admitted, tears streaming down my face. “But I can’t keep waiting for you to choose us.”
He reached for me, his hands trembling. “You don’t have to wait. I’ll do better, I swear. Just don’t go.”
I looked at him, my heart breaking at the sight of his tears. “I love you, Chan. But love isn’t enough if we’re the only ones fighting for this.”
With that, I picked up Luna and walked out the door, leaving behind the man I loved and the life we had built together.
The days that followed were some of the hardest of my life. I stayed with my sister, trying to find clarity amidst the chaos of my emotions.
Chan called and texted every day, apologizing, begging for another chance. I wanted to forgive him, to run back into his arms and pretend everything was okay. But I knew we needed more than just promises.
One evening, about two weeks after I left, there was a knock at the door.
I opened it to find Chan standing there, holding a small bouquet of flowers and a stuffed bunny for Luna. He looked exhausted, but there was a determination in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
I nodded, stepping aside to let him in.
He sat down on the couch, his hands trembling as he set the flowers and toy on the table. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he began. “About us. About everything.”
I sat across from him, waiting.
“You were right,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’ve been so focused on my career that I’ve been neglecting the most important people in my life. And I hate myself for it.”
Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t say anything.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he continued. “I don’t want to lose our family. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix this. To be the husband and father you both deserve.”
“Chan,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “I don’t need perfection. I just need you to try. To really try.”
He reached across the table, taking my hands in his. “I will. I swear, (Y/N). You and Luna are my everything. And I’m going to prove it to you every day.”
Looking into his eyes, I saw the sincerity there. The love. The man I had fallen in love with.
Maybe it wouldn’t be easy. Maybe we had a long road ahead of us. But for the first time in weeks, I felt hope.
And that was enough to take the first step toward healing together.
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The late afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the living room. Felix was sprawled across the couch, his head resting in my lap as I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his soft, golden hair. He let out a contented sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he nestled closer.
“Long day?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He hummed in agreement, his lips curving into a small, tired smile. “It was. But this… this makes everything better.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words, my heart swelling with affection. Being an idol wasn’t easy; I knew the late nights, the endless rehearsals, and the pressure that came with it all weighed heavily on him. But he always managed to keep his spirits high, his bright personality shining through no matter what.
“Do you ever stop being so sweet?” I teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his temple.
He opened his eyes, gazing up at me with that familiar twinkle that made my stomach flutter. “Only when I’m with you,” he said, his voice laced with that cheeky tone I adored.
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Smooth, Felix. Real smooth.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and comforting as he reached up to intertwine his fingers with mine. “You know it’s true, though.”
We stayed like that for a while, the world outside fading away as we enjoyed the simple comfort of each other’s presence. He’d had such a packed schedule lately that moments like this felt rare, almost sacred.
“I made cookies earlier,” I said after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence.
His eyes lit up immediately, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “You made cookies? For me?”
“Of course,” I replied with a grin. “Your favorite, too. Double chocolate chip.”
Felix sat up quickly, his face alight with excitement. “You’re the best!”
Before I could respond, he pulled me into a tight hug, his warmth enveloping me completely. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice soft and sincere.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I said, pulling back slightly to look at him. “You deserve it. You work so hard, Felix. I just wanted to do something to make you happy.”
He gazed at me, his eyes shimmering with emotion. “You always make me happy.”
The sincerity in his words made my cheeks heat up, and I playfully swatted his arm to hide my embarrassment. “Okay, enough with the compliments. Let’s go eat the cookies before you get too mushy on me.”
Felix laughed, his bright, melodic laughter filling the room as he stood up, pulling me with him. “You love it when I’m mushy,” he teased, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we headed toward the kitchen.
“Maybe,” I admitted, leaning into him.
As we sat at the kitchen table, laughing and sharing cookies, I couldn’t help but marvel at how easy everything felt with him. He was my sunshine, lighting up even the darkest days with his warmth and love.
And as he reached over to swipe a crumb from my cheek, a mischievous grin on his face, I realized that I wouldn’t trade moments like this for anything in the world. Felix wasn’t just my sunshine—he was my everything.
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