yn let out a soft sigh of relief at that.

sunghoon was zipping up their suitcases, methodically double-checking every item like he couldn’t afford even a single mistake. his movements were precise but his eyes would flicker to shai every few seconds—like he had to see her to believe she was really there, that she was okay.

there was a knock on the door.

heeseung peeked in first, followed closely by jungwon, jay and jake. their faces still carried the weight of the night before, expressions solemn, concern etched into every glance.

“hey,” heeseung greeted softly as they stepped in.

shai looked up from the bed and squealed with joy, “hee-hee!”

that was enough to crack the heaviness in the room, if only slightly. heeseung walked over and scooped her into his arms like always, cradling her as she grinned and giggled against his shoulder.

“she seems okay…” jungwon said, watching her with cautious relief.

“she’s better,” yn answered quietly. “but she doesn’t really remember. unless someone touches her bruise. then she gets fussy.”

the mood shifted again, somber. yn explained everything to them, calmly. she told them about the girls who followed her out, the hair pull, the dried blood she’d found later. there was no anger in her voice now, just exhaustion and something rawer—the ache of knowing how close they’d come to losing her.

the boys listened in silence, their jaws clenched, hands tightening at their sides. jay looked like he wanted to punch a wall. jake let out a low curse under his breath.

“she didn’t even cry right away,” yn murmured, brushing a curl behind shai’s ear as heeseung handed her back gently. “she just… looked at me like she didn’t understand what happened. and then she started screaming.”

sunghoon sat down beside her, pulling her hand into his. he hadn’t said much since waking up. too focused on getting them ready but now, he looked up at the group.

“i’m going public with this,” he said firmly. “with us. with her.”

there was no question in his voice, no hesitation. he wasn’t asking.

the boys blinked at him for a moment, surprised—not at the decision, but the finality in his tone.

“it’s not about hiding anymore,” he continued, “or timing it right. we don’t have time. i need people to know who they are. if something like this ever happens again, i need to know that we have more than just bodyguards. i need people on our side.”

jake was the first to nod. “good.”

“about damn time,” jay added with a dry smile.

“we’ve got your back,” heeseung said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “whatever you need.”

sunghoon’s expression didn’t change much, but the tension in his jaw eased just a little. jungwon came around to yn’s side, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. “you’re not alone in this, okay? we’re not letting anything happen to her. or to you.”

yn smiled softly, grateful. shai, oblivious to the gravity of the moment, tugged on her mom’s sleeve and said, “mama… bread?”

the room chuckled lightly. yn laughed, her first real laugh in days, and kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “we’ll get some at the airport, baby.”

the airport that afternoon was pure chaos.

it always was, especially on international schedules, especially after the last stop of a major tour. fans lined every path, airport staff barely able to contain the sea of phones and posters and frenzied voices calling out names. but this time, this time it was worse.

sunghoon’s grip on yn’s hand was ironclad. his other arm was curled protectively around the carrier strapped to her front, where shai was nestled inside, her face hidden beneath a soft cloth and hoodie. every step felt like a battle. every shove from the crowd like a direct threat.

he didn’t care about being seen anymore.

he didn’t care about the photos or the gasps or the phones pointing at his entwined fingers with yn’s or the visible outline of a toddler tucked against her chest.

he was going to go public anyway.

so what if it happened a few days earlier than planned? his priority wasn’t managing fan expectations anymore.

it was protecting his family.

the boys surrounded them instinctively, moving as a unit. heeseung and jay were at the front, heads low, trying to carve a path forward. jungwon, jake and riki flanked the sides, backs squared like shields. every so often, one of them would throw a quick glance toward the center, checking on yn and the baby.

but the fans were too much.

phones and lightsticks were thrust too close. hands reached in, one girl trying to grab onto jay’s sleeve, another brushing far too close to yn’s arm. shai let out a soft sound, barely a whimper, but it was enough.

yn’s hand flew to the back of the carrier, shielding shai’s head instinctively. the tiny body under the cloth trembled slightly, her little fists curling into the fabric. yn’s heart thundered.

that’s when sunghoon snapped.

“back off!” he shouted, voice cutting through the air like a whip. “she’s a child—back. the. hell. off!”

the crowd faltered for a second, stunned.

it wasn’t like him to raise his voice in public, certainly not like this.

but the anger in his eyes was white-hot, unfiltered and blinding, and his stance was unmovable now. one arm extended, he pushed back the nearest fans himself, not waiting for security. a few security staff surged forward to help, the delay in their response clear.

“she’s scared!” sunghoon shouted again. “is that what you wanted?! does this feel like support to you?!”

his voice cracked slightly on the last word. from somewhere behind him, sunoo cursed under his breath, and jungwon started physically pushing people away too. the fans nearest to them began to back up quickly, murmuring, shocked at the outburst — and maybe even more shocked at what they were seeing.

who was he yelling about?

why was he shielding her like that?

was that… a kid?

phones began dropping as the realization hit some of them. the cries of “sunghoon! heeseung!” were replaced by hushed questions. someone in the back screamed, “is that his wife?!”

but sunghoon didn’t flinch. he didn’t hide it. he kept his body in front of them like a wall until the guards managed to create a clearer path, pushing people further back and ushering them toward the private gate.

yn didn’t speak the entire time. her hands remained firmly on shai, whispering soft “it’s okay, baby”s into her ear. the toddler’s breathing slowed gradually, soothed by the warmth and the presence of her mother’s voice.

when they finally made it past the crowd and into the quieter corridors behind the gate, the tension in sunghoon’s body didn’t release. he turned to face yn and shai, eyes scanning them both for signs of distress.

she looked up at him, her own expression tight but calm. “she’s okay,” she whispered. “just scared.”

sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, jaw still clenched. “i’m done hiding you. both of you. i’m not going to let this happen again.”

and though yn said nothing, the way she leaned into his side—the way shai, still hidden, gave a sleepy sigh against her chest—said everything.

they weren’t just a secret anymore.

they were his family. and the world was about to know it.

the flight back to korea was quiet. not in the literal sense, not with the subtle hum of engines and the occasional clink of trays being cleared but in the way exhaustion blanketed the cabin like fog. every single person in that row had sunk into their seats the second they’d boarded.

sunghoon had barely said a word after settling yn and shai beside him. he simply reached out, tucked a blanket around both his girls, and closed his eyes. yn did the same, her hand still laced in his even in sleep. shai, remarkably cooperative for a toddler who had cried herself sore the previous night, fell asleep shortly after takeoff. her small body curled sideways on yn’s lap, feet resting on sunghoon’s thighs, arms wrapped around her favorite bunny plushie.

they all needed this rest.

even heeseung, the group’s designated in-flight chatterbox, didn’t say much. just a soft “wake me if she needs anything,” before knocking out with his hood over his head. the others followed, some dozing with neck pillows askew, others simply leaning against each other.

hours passed in silence, broken only when the crew came around with food. shai stirred first, groggy and blinking, eyes barely open as she mumbled something about bread. yn smiled and helped her sit up, brushing hair away from her face—careful not to touch the swelling at the back of her scalp. sunghoon woke next, immediately shifting his gaze to check on her, his fingers tracing over the bruise with the gentlest touch.

it looked worse in the plane light. but shai, unfazed, happily chomped on her bread roll and tried to feed a piece to her bunny. her chipper energy felt surreal after the horror of the day before, but neither of her parents questioned it. they simply basked in her resilience.

when they landed back in seoul, the sun was still low in the sky, painting the horizon in soft golds and pinks. much to everyone’s relief, there wasn’t a heavy crowd waiting. news hadn’t broken yet. no one expected them this early.

security ushered yn and shai out first, sunghoon close behind. the boys followed after, forming their usual protective cluster around them, but the atmosphere was significantly calmer. a few photographers loitered, but most of them focused on heeseung and jay at the back, giving the family space up front.

shai, now wide awake and alert, bounced slightly in the carrier strapped to yn’s front. her head peeked out from the hooded covering, and even with the bump still visible beneath her hair, her grin was impossibly bright. she waved at a janitor they passed, pointed at a vending machine, and started babbling about clouds the moment they stepped outside.

sunghoon glanced at her in awe. “she’s… seriously unshaken.”

“she’s you,” yn said softly. “you don’t break easy.”

he let that sit for a second, then reached over and gently ran his thumb under her eye where a hint of tiredness lingered. “neither do you.”

the van pulled up, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. sunghoon helped them in first, careful not to jostle shai as yn settled into her seat. once everyone was inside, bags loaded and doors shut, the vehicle hummed to life and pulled away from the curb.

they were finally home. and this time, sunghoon was done keeping it a secret.

shai was a whirlwind the second they stepped into the apartment. the moment her tiny shoes hit the wooden floor, she wriggled out of yn’s arms with a delighted squeal, yelling a triumphant “home!” as she dashed into the living room like a tiny storm. her bunny plush was swinging from one hand as she ran laps around the couch, pointed excitedly at the shelf of toys she hadn’t seen in weeks and immediately demanded the company of her rubber duck.

yn stood in the entryway, shoes still on, coat still unzipped, watching her daughter with a tired but fond smile. the energy shai had despite everything—the traveling, the chaos, the literal bruise on her scalp—was almost unbelievable. but this was her turf. she was home.

sunghoon laughed quietly as he watched her hop into her little play tent, feet sticking out. then he turned to yn, reaching for her gently. his hands found her waist as he pulled her close, brushing her bangs from her forehead before leaning in for a soft kiss — one that lingered longer than usual, comforting in its familiarity.

“i’m gonna go talk to the manager,” he murmured against her lips, voice low. “settle everything. let them know we’re not hiding anymore.”

yn sighed, heavy from the weight of it all but relieved nonetheless. “okay.”

“you should rest,” he added, thumbs stroking her sides lightly. “you barely slept.”

“i’ll try. after she does,” she said with a soft chuckle, already turning to trail after the squeals echoing from shai’s room. “i don’t think she’s slowing down anytime soon.”

sunghoon grinned. “i’ll be back soon.”

“take your time,” she called after him as he slipped on a hoodie and grabbed his keys.

then she turned and walked deeper into their home, following the noise and warmth her daughter throwing stuffed animals out of her toy chest with reckless glee. yn crouched beside her, catching one of them mid-air and smiling tiredly. shai beamed up at her, eyes shining.

they were safe. they were home. and this time, things were going to change for good.

yn stood at the doorway to shai’s room, hands on her hips, slowly taking it all in. it was like stepping into a time capsule—frozen at the last moment before everything changed. six months ago, shai had still been crawling half the time, babbling barely formed words, wobbling when she stood on her own. but now? now she ran with purpose, with sass. she talked in little bursts, demanded snacks, pointed at things she wanted, and protested with full-bodied tantrums when she didn’t get them. she had grown up so much in those few short months and her room hadn’t.

the pale yellow crib in the corner suddenly looked laughably small. her changing table was more of a clutter zone now, half-used creams and old bibs spilling out of its drawers. the rocking chair where yn once sat during night feeds creaked when she nudged it with her toe. shai didn’t need half of this anymore. no, she needed something sturdier. something that didn’t look like it belonged to a baby. she needed a bed, a dresser she could reach, a small table, maybe… hell, she’d need toy bins that didn’t collapse if she touched them.

yn let out a soft hum, crouching down as shai barreled in behind her, bunny in hand, skidding to a stop beside her feet.

“shaibear,” she murmured, brushing back her baby’s hair and looking into her big round eyes, “i think it’s time you get a big girl room.”

shai blinked, tilting her head. “big… girl?” she echoed, uncertain.

yn smiled gently. “mhm. this crib’s too tiny for you now, love. you’re gonna have to sleep with mama and dada for a little bit while we fix this up for you.”

shai processed that for half a second—then her face lit up.

“like it!” she chirped, grinning wide. then she leaned forward, cupped her mama’s cheeks with her sticky fingers, and planted the sloppiest little kiss on her lips.

yn laughed softly, heart aching in the best way as she hugged her tightly. “you little monster,” she whispered against her hair. “you really just wanted to sleep with us, huh?”

shai only giggled in response, bunny swinging again as she turned toward the crib and dramatically flopped inside it, limbs dangling over the rails to demonstrate just how ridiculous it was now. yn shook her head with a quiet snort.

yeah. they were definitely going to need a trip to the furniture store soon.

sunghoon walked through the front door just as yn was dragging the last suitcase toward their bedroom. his steps were heavy, shoulders squared with the weight of whatever discussion he had just come from, but the second he stepped into the living room, a high-pitched squeal rang out like a siren.

“dada!!”

shai came hurtling from around the corner, feet thudding against the wooden floors, bunny in one hand and her curls bouncing as she launched herself into sunghoon’s arms. he barely had a second to react, catching her effortlessly, instinctively, like she belonged there. she did.

“whoa—! hey, hey, baby,” he breathed, voice cracking slightly as her small arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

then she pulled back, looked him straight in the eye with a look of absolute joy and placed a loud, wet kiss on his cheek.

he blinked, stunned for a split second and then let out the softest laugh. his entire body visibly relaxed, muscles loosening, that heavy tension evaporating just a little with that one kiss. he kissed the top of her head, swaying slightly with her in his arms.

“did you miss me, my sunshai?” he murmured.

“yeth,” she nodded seriously, then grinned again.

yn stood nearby, hands twisting nervously in the hem of her oversized tee. the moment was so soft, so perfect, she almost didn’t want to interrupt. but the uncertainty gnawed at her.

“what… what did they say?” she finally asked, voice low but steady.

sunghoon looked over at her, still holding shai like she was the most precious thing in the world—which she was—and slowly walked over. he set shai down gently on the couch, where she immediately busied herself with the remote and a throw pillow like she hadn’t just burst someone’s heart open two seconds ago.

he turned to yn, placing a hand on her waist and pulling her close. his eyes searched hers for a second before he spoke.

“i told them i was going public,” he said plainly. “and i told them why.”

her brows knit, gaze uncertain. “and?”

“they weren’t happy, obviously. it’s gonna be a pr mess, but i told them i wasn’t asking. i told them what happened, showed them the bruise on shai’s head from the photos, told them i was done playing it safe if it meant putting you two at risk. i think that part got through to them.”

yn’s eyes welled instantly, but she blinked the tears away.

“they tried to suggest a slow rollout—you know, hints, soft launches, some ‘mystery woman’ nonsense,” he added with a bitter edge. “i said no. either we do it the honest way or i do it myself.”

her lip trembled slightly. “are you… sure?”

he cupped her cheek gently. “i was sure the moment i saw her scream and cry because someone tried to rip her hoodie off. i should’ve been sure long before that, but— i’m sorry. i’m here now. we’re doing this right.”

yn nodded wordlessly, letting her forehead press into his chest. he held her, one hand stroking her back and the other protectively around her waist.

on the couch, shai turned the volume up on the cartoon she’d landed on, blissfully unaware that her dada had just decided to change their lives,

to protect hers.

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aiden immediately responded with a delighted squeal, arms flailing as if demanding to be picked up. yn laughed softly and scooped him into her arms, his warm little body curling instinctively into her chest.

“ah, missed mama, didn’t you?” she teased, brushing her nose against his. the moment she did, he let out a giggly shriek that filled the whole room with warmth. she peppered his cheeks with kisses—one after another, until the baby was squirming and laughing uncontrollably, his chubby hands reaching up to grab a fistful of her hair.

“gentle, bubba–” she laughed, prying his fingers loose. “mama doesn’t need a new hairstyle so early today.”

after a quick diaper change, she decided to take him out to the hall. her hair was tied up messily, aiden propped on her hip, still babbling away in baby language as if telling her about his dreams. “you were probably dreaming about dada again, huh?” she murmured fondly, kissing his temple.

the kitchen smelled faintly of coffee from the night before. she placed aiden in his high chair, handing him a soft teething toy before turning to the counter.

“okay, yn,” she muttered to herself, clapping once as if summoning courage. “eggs benedict. easy peasy. jay does it all the time—how hard can it be?”

famous last words.

within ten minutes, the counter looked like a war zone. broken egg shells, spilled butter, and a failed attempt at hollandaise sauce that resembled something out of a chemistry experiment gone wrong. she sighed, throwing her head back dramatically as aiden watched her with his pretty almond eyes.

“don’t judge mama,” she said, pointing a mock-warning finger at him. “you try poaching an egg one day, mister.”

he just giggled.

“fine,” she huffed playfully. “we’ll stick to what we’re good at.”

so, she made his favourite baby mash—apples, strawberries and bananas—blending it until it turned into a creamy pink puree that always made him clap his hands in excitement. she tasted a bit herself and hummed. “yup, still the best thing ever.”

for herself and jay, she poured some granola into a bowl, added yogurt and spooned in a generous scoop of aiden’s mash because, truth be told, she loved it just as much as he did. she poured the coffee she had brewed into mugs as well.

when everything was ready, she balanced the three bowls and mugs carefully on a tray and tiptoed back into the bedroom. the sunlight was warm against the soft sheets and jay fast asleep on his back, chest bare and rising steadily with each deep breath.

she looked down at aiden, who had crawled in after her and was currently watching his father curiously with big eyes. “wanna wake dada up?” she whispered conspiratorially.

the baby gurgled in response, the closest thing to a yes.

“alright, mission wakey wakey dada,” she grinned softly, setting the tray down. carefully, she lifted aiden and placed him right on top of jay’s chest.

he stayed still at first and then, as if on instinct—

jay’s arms came up automatically, steady and protective, one hand cradling aiden’s back, the other rubbing softly over his tiny diapered bottom. his brows furrowed for a second, before his body relaxed again, and a sleepy smile appeared on his face.

“mm… morning, baby…” he mumbled, voice gravelly and rough with sleep.

yn’s heart clenched at the sound. “good morning to you too, dada,” she whispered, grinning.

jay’s eyes fluttered open slowly, the sight that greeted him making his whole face soften. his son was lying right on top of him, looking down at him with curious eyes, chubby, droolly hands patting his chest like he was trying to wake him properly.

“hey, my little baby boy,” jay rasped, pressing a kiss to aiden’s forehead before glancing up at yn. “and hey, my big baby.”

she rolled her eyes affectionately. “wow. romantic.”

“always,” he grinned, reaching out lazily with one hand until his fingers found hers. “you made breakfast?”

“kind of,” she said sheepishly. “i tried making eggs benedict but uh… let’s just say the eggs didn’t make it.”

jay chuckled, sitting up carefully so aiden was perched against his shoulder. “you mean my chef retired early today?”

“temporarily!” she insisted, crossing her arms, though her lips curved into a smile. “we have baby mash and granola instead.”

he reached over to peck her cheek. “sounds perfect, honey. especially since you made it.”

aiden squealed suddenly, bouncing a little against jay’s chest, which made both of them laugh. yn took out a tiny spoon and fed the baby his first bite—the pink mush smearing around his mouth almost instantly.

jay couldn’t help but stare at them, his whole world bundled up right there in his arms and hers. the sleepy morning light, their shared laughter, the way yn’s hair framed her face — all of it felt so domestic, so complete.

“love you,” he murmured softly, almost to himself.

yn looked up from feeding aiden, her eyes warm. “love you too, dada.”

he smiled at that, brushing his thumb across aiden’s soft cheek. “yeah, i think he does too.”

after breakfast, their bedroom was still filled with that lazy sunday calm. jay sat cross-legged with aiden perched on his lap, patting his little back gently after his meal. he’d already learned from experience that their baby boy had a dangerous habit of flopping over on his tummy right after eating. the image of baby puke dripping down his onesie while aiden blinked up in total confusion still haunted jay a little.

“not this time, my love,” jay murmured, bouncing him lightly. “we’re gonna burp first, okay? no acrobatics.”

aiden responded with a grumble, squirming in his arms like a miniature protest. his face was scrunched in that dramatic baby way, his bottom lip jutting out into the tiniest pout.

“oh no,” jay chuckled, glancing at yn over his shoulder. “he’s giving me your look, baby. the one you use when you want me to cook instead of getting takeout.”

yn, lounging back against the headboard with her half-empty granola bowl, shot him a grin. “well, clearly it works, doesn’t it?”

jay laughed, pressing a kiss to aiden’s temple. “you’re already learning too much from mama, huh, baby boy?”

aiden huffed, or at least made a sound that sounded like one, before burying his face in jay’s chest, tiny fingers gripping his dad’s chain. the sight made jay’s heart melt completely. he rubbed aiden’s back in slow circles until he finally got the softest burp out of him, smiling like he’d just achieved something monumental.

“there we go,” he whispered proudly. “good job, my love.”

but the peace didn’t last long. the moment aiden realised he wasn’t being put down yet, he started to fuss again, turning his head toward the bed and letting out a string of tiny whines that grew louder by the second.

“you wanna lie down, huh?” jay said, bouncing him gently.

aiden’s answer was to give him that look again—the wide eyes, the trembling pout, the tiny eyebrows furrowed like his whole world depended on it.

“don’t even start, mister,” jay teased. “that’s not fair. you and your mama are turning against me.”

yn snorted mid-bite, almost spilling her granola. “oh my god, he really does look like me when he does that.”

jay looked at her with a grin that made his small dimples show. “he’s your mini-me. but i’m onto both of you, you know. not falling for that face this time.”

aiden blinked up at him innocently, then let out the smallest, most pathetic whimper.

jay groaned, defeated already. “okay, maybe for one second.”

yn laughed, shaking her head as jay stood up, holding aiden close to his chest. the baby’s chubby legs dangled, kicking softly against jay’s abs as he started walking slowly toward the window. he was still shirtless from waking up, his broad back flexing as he shifted aiden’s weight with ease.

“look, baby boy,” he murmured, drawing back the curtain slightly. “there’s your favorite view again.”

the glass gleamed in the sunlight, and aiden’s eyes went wide. no matter how many times he’d seen the same city skyline from their window—the little trees below, the far-off shimmer of cars—he still reacted like it was a brand-new discovery. he tapped the glass excitedly, tiny palms leaving perfect little prints, feet kicking as if to say look, dada, look!

jay smiled down at him, his voice dropping into that soft, soothing tone that made yn’s heart ache every time. “you like that, huh, my love? you’ve been seeing this view for months and it’s still your favorite, huh?”

aiden giggled, turning his face to press it against jay’s chest for a moment before looking out again. the way jay swayed him gently from side to side, murmuring nonsense in between kisses to his soft hair, was enough to make yn pause mid-spoonful just to watch them.

she sat there for a long moment, bowl in one hand, spoon in the other, her chest full of something warm and aching. jay’s messy hair fell slightly into his eyes, his voice low and tender as he spoke to their son. it was the kind of sight that made everything else disappear.

“baby,” she called softly.

jay turned, still rocking aiden lightly. “yeah?”

“come here,” she said with a small smile, holding up her spoon. “you need to eat too before you faint from being the world’s most awesome dad.”

he chuckled, walking back toward the bed but careful not to jostle aiden too much. “i’m not that awesome, baby.”

“you absolutely are,” she teased, holding out a spoonful of granola and fruit mash. “open up.”

jay leaned down obediently — but before he could even get close, aiden leaned forward too, mouth open like a tiny bird, babbling a soft “aaah!” as if he knew food was involved.

yn broke into a fit of laughter, almost spilling the bowl. “oh my god, aiden!”

jay laughed too, looking down at the eager little face between them. “hey, baby boy, that’s mine!” he said, but the teasing tone betrayed him and he leaned down anyway, pretending to fight aiden for it.

“you can’t steal my bites every time,” he murmured playfully, booping his son’s nose. “you already got your gourmet meal, my love.”

aiden responded with another happy squeal, tiny hands grabbing at the spoon. yn was giggling too hard to stop either of them, her whole heart swelling at the scene: her boys, one big and one small, both trying to steal bites from the bowl in her hands, both making her morning feel impossibly full.

“fine,” she said finally, surrendering with a grin. “you both can share.”

jay gave her a soft, crooked smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he sat beside her. “we already share everything, baby,” he said, voice low and fond.

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