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Kiyong placed the mocked mixtape filled with their favorite songs under her pillow, before decorating the whole house with balloons and birthday banners. Seojun helped along ( not really ) as he strips around whatever he stick on the wall.  Everything is set. The collection of foods she loves the most, the cheesecake he baked with the help of Stephanie, the guitar and microphone in the living room. Sojin is the only one missing. Kiyong’s heart tremble as he waits for her to arrive from somewhere. His lips curves into a wide smile while Seojun amused his self with some jello and yogurt on the seat.

As soon as the door clicks open, the male model inhales and began to play the guitar, and then a song he specially composed for her. [ x  -  x  -  x  ]

Her day started with a sigh. 

That morning, she rolled to the other side of the bed to find it empty. It wasn’t much of a surprise, these rather empty moments are part of the consequences of marrying an up-rising supermodel. She wasn’t too sad, -but she misses him. Like she always does. 

Then, she was eager to fall back to sleep. She grabbed on her husband’s pillow hugging it tightly as she takes his scent and the warmth that’s left from it. Such an ecstatic feeling. If only it wasn’t just her husband’s remnants she was cuddling with. 

A squeal woke her up from her morning daze. It was Seojun’s. He always cries in the morning, -and he hates waking up alone. However, the squeal wasn’t of distress at all. How strange. Rolling off from the bed, she didn’t bother to fix her hair nor pull the sleeve of his husband’s shirt that has rolled down her shoulder. She had to check on her baby first. 

But.. “Wha–?” Sojin wasn’t sure of what she was seeing as she opened the door from the bedroom. She must’ve been still dreaming. Everything’s still in a blur though she could clearly see Kiyong in the center of the room singing a song. Is he.. serenading her? 

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There goes her lunch for today. Most likely it on accident but it was dropped in a second when someone bumped into her. Eyes pierced into the ground most of the time with her lower lip sticking out. Uncertain of how she was going to fix this tiny issue only to hear the other stranger, this particular male speak up. An apology with an offering, supposed the good actually weighs the bad once in a while. 

The brunette wasn’t having it today, she should be at work by now. Silently enjoying her food in peace without anyone coming between her and her lunch, which was still on the ground. She crouches down briefly, ignoring anyone else who was around her in order to clean up the mess that was formed. Scooping most of it up with the napkins that were tucked underneath it. Tossing into the nearest trash bin, asking one of the employees if they would be kind enough to clean up any remainders that she couldn’t.