You return home tired, you're cold, your hands and lips are dry, your hair is messy because of the wind, your head hurts a lot, and on top of everything : you feel like you can't do anything.

You close the house's door behind you, remove your shoes to take slippers and go slump down on the couch. You're too tired to put your pajama.

You're eyelids start to be too heavy for you to keep your eyes open. You're about to sleep like that, until you hear some open your door.

“Is someone here ? you heard.

— Hmm.”

The person walks in until the couch and kneels next to your lying body. You open one eye to see Bangchan's face then push your head further in the cushion.

He kneels down in front of you and puts his hand down on your head, patting you.

“Hey, is everything good ?

— Hmm.”

His eyebrows narrow. He lays his hand on your forehead.

“Wow, you're sick !

— Am I ? you say, batting your lashes in tiredness.

— Try to take a hot shower, I'll bring your pajama to you.”

Soon, you wake up with his help before he lets you go to the bathroom on your own. He goes to search for you a pajama. When you're in the room, you turn on yourself to face the mirror and watch your very pale face with, still, almost closed eyes. With a knock on the door, Chan enters and put the clothes in your hand, then, with a kiss on your head and some sweet words he leaves.

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Hot water, poured in a cup with a teabag, some cookies in the tray, next to it, and a glass of water. He takes the tray and walks through your shared room to put it on the dresser.

“Hun ? he's now close to the bathroom's door, waiting for you to answer.”

Instead of hearing your voice, you open the door and smiles softly at him.

He watches your dripping hair for some seconds, then, he enters the room you're in, takes the towel and push you until you're sitting on the queen-sized bed.

“Eat, it's for you.”

As you bite in a brownie, he sits behind you and dry your hair with the towel, carefully.

“Is it good ?”

You nod in answer.

“Lixie handed them to me this morning, he says as he braids your hair.

— I'll let you some.

— You don't have to, don't worry.

— It's because I'm full, you say with a sly grin.

— Oh, you're mean !

— I'm not mean, I'm just lovely.

— Liar !”

He tickles you until you apologize to him. And after some long seconds, he stops and continue to bread your head.

“Thank you, Channie.

— What ? Why ? he knot an elastic on the end of the braid.

— For taking care of me.”

Seconds pass.

“I'm your husband, Y/N. Of course I take care of you.”

You don't answer, and you feel, again, a kiss on your head as you almost finish the plate. Then, you lay on the bed and Chan covers you up.

And with that, the lasts words you heard before falling in Morpheus' arms were “I love you”.

"Si' I just had to go to the bathroom, sweetheart," You'd try each time, hoping to soothe the behemoth of a man. He always got so needy after a few glasses of wine, just wanting to hold and stare at you like the precious doll he couldn't help but still see you as. Just because you did some house repairs when he was on deployment doesn't suddenly make you no longer be his beloved doll, his pretty bird!

The next few days began...strangely. Not alarming. Not enough to make you panic.

Just...off.

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

It started with the tea.

You sat at the table one morning, staring down into your cup. The scent hit you first. Normally calming, something you'd loved for centuries but now it twisted your stomach unpleasantly. You frowned. "That's odd..."

Across from you, Silver paused mid-bite into his breakfast. "Is something wrong?" You only shook your head lightly. "No, just...not in the mood for tea I suppose."

Sebek and Malleus who were visiting both looked up. Sebek immediately leaned forward, concern sharp in his voice. "NOT IN THE MOOD? YOU DRINK THAT EVERY MORNING WITHOUT FAIL!" He yelled before being silenced by Silver.

Malleus, quieter, studied you. "You do look...a bit paler than usual..."

"I'm fine," You insisted, though even as you said it, your stomach gave a small uncomfortable twist.

Lilia, seated beside you, hid his smile behind his cup.

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

The next sign came in the garden again.

You knelt among the flowers, but this time instead of calm, a wave of dizziness hit you. The world tilted slightly and you had to steady yourself against the stone border.

"Careful!" Silver was at your side in an instant, hand hovering near your arm. "I'm alright," You said quickly, though your voice wavered, "Just stood up too fast."

"YOU WERE KNEELING!" Sebek snapped, already panicking, "THAT MAKES NO SENSE!"

Lilia meanwhile was watching from the window of the cabin. He turned away slightly, pressing his lip together to hide his growing grin before whispering.

"Two"

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

By the third day, it was exhaustion.

You had barely done anything, yet your limbs felt heavy, your thoughts slower. You found yourself sitting more often, resting your head against your hand as you watched the others.

“You should lie down,” Silver said gently.

“I’m not sick,” you replied, though even you weren’t fully convinced anymore. Silver knowing when his mother won't give in finally gave his comment. “This is unacceptable mother.... We should summon a physician immediately...all these dizzy spells and exhaustion worry me”

Malleus knelt slightly in front of you, his voice softer than the others. “You’ve been unwell for several days now. It would ease our minds.”

Your heart softened at their worry.

“I will be fine,” you reassured them.

By the hallway, Lilia leaned against the wall, shoulders shaking slightly. Not from worry. From barely contained laughter and looks at the family photo on the wall smiling.

"Three… how much longer will it take, I wonder?"

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Of course…Lilia didn’t keep it to himself.

That would have been impossible. One night, long after you had gone to sleep, a familiar presence entered the forest near the cabin fence waiting

“General.”

“Ah, you came,” Lilia greeted lightly, though there was a rare excitement in his eyes. "And stop calling me that, I am no general anymore" he sighs with fake annoyance.

Baur regarded him carefully. “Your message sounded…urgent.” Lilia hummed, then smiled—something softer, deeper than his usual teasing grin. “It’s happening.”

There was a pause.

“…You’re certain?”

“I’ve seen the signs,” Lilia said quietly. “Her magic…her body…everything aligns.” Baur exhaled slowly, something unreadable passing across his face. “…After all this time.”

Lilia nodded. They stood in silence for a moment. Then his grin returned. “She hasn’t realized yet.”

Baur raised a brow. “And you’re…waiting?”

“I want her to have that moment,” Lilia said. “She’s earned it.”

“…You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, immensely.”

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

Meanwhile, you were growing more confused by the day.

Strange cravings replaced your usual meals. Your magic fluctuated unpredictably. Your emotions—though you tried to keep them steady—felt closer to the surface than usual.

And still…

You didn’t connect it. The realization didn’t come in the forest. It came in the castle.

You had been called for a task—something simple, something routine. Assisting Malleus’s Grandmother herself was not unusual for you after all these years.

Still, standing before her always carried a certain weight. She observed you in silence at first, her gaze sharp, perceptive. “…You seem distracted.”

You hesitated, then gave a small, polite bow. “My apologies. I’ve simply been feeling…unusual as of late.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Unusual.”

You nodded, trying to explain. “I’ve been more tired than normal. Certain foods don’t sit right anymore. My magic has been…stronger, but inconsistent. And there are moments where I feel…” You paused, searching for the word. “…different.”

The queen watched you carefully. Then, slowly she smiled.

Not warmly.

Not coldly.

Something in between knowing. “…And you have not yet realized?” You blinked. “Realized…what?”

She stepped closer, her presence calm but unmistakably powerful. “For someone who has lived as long as you have,” she said, voice measured, “you are surprisingly unaware of your own body.”

Your confusion deepened. “I don’t—”

“You are with child.” The world…stopped.

“…What?”

Her expression didn’t change, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes. “Your symptoms are not subtle,” she continued. “Heightened magic. Physical sensitivity. Fatigue. Emotional fluctuation.”

Your breath caught. “No…that’s not…” Your voice faltered. “That’s not possible.”

“Isn’t it?”

Centuries of failure.

Centuries of hope.

Centuries of grief.

All of it crashed into that single moment.

Your hands trembled slightly. “…I…” The queen tilted her head just slightly. “You should confirm it, of course. But I would advise you to prepare yourself.”

There was the faintest pause.

“…This is not a mistake your body would make lightly.” She adds before smirking a bit "And I would advise talking to that husband of yours, something tells me Vanrouge knew...he is mischievous after all..."

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When you returned home, Lilia was waiting in the bedroom.

Of course he was. You stepped inside, quieter than usual. He looked up, studying your face—and immediately knew.

But he tilted his head anyway, feigning innocence. “Welcome back, my dear. How did your—”

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

A perfect, suspended moment. Lilia blinked once. Then twice. “…Pregnant?” he echoed, as if surprised.

You stared at him.

“…You knew.”

His smile broke. Soft. Proud. A little guilty. “…Perhaps.”

Your expression shifted—shock, realization, emotion all tangled together. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?!”

“I wanted you to discover it,” he said gently. “Your moment.”

You stared at him for another second…how are you so lucky having a sweet and compassionate husband for centuries...stood by your side during the good and many bad times. Then your composure cracked.

A shaky laugh escaped you, quickly followed by tears you hadn’t shed in centuries. “I thought…” your voice broke, “I thought it would never happen…”

Lilia crossed the room in an instant, pulling you into his arms.

“I know,” he whispered.

Outside, unnoticed by you, three figures lingered just close enough to hear.

“…Pregnant?” Sebek whispered, completely stunned.

Silver’s eyes softened immediately tearing up a bit.

Malleus closed his eyes briefly his head towards the open window, as if thanking the stars.

Inside, Lilia held you as you finally let yourself feel it.

Not grief.

Not longing.

But something new.

Something you had almost forgotten.

"Fuck...Not today..." You whine as you feel a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, your hand flies over your lower belly to soften the cramp but it was pointless.

You slump back onto the couch, pulling your legs up to your chest and resting your head on your knees, the painful cramp feeling like it's going to last for long hours today.

You were in too much of pain to get up and take a pill and hot water bottle, but if you don't, you know it's not gonna go down anytime soon.

The soft buzz of your phone on the coffee table pulls your attention away from the ache. You groan, leaning forward to grab it, only to wince at the movement.

A message from Jisung lights up your screen. You smile softly reading his text.

Hannie : Morning, baby! :D How are you feeling today? Wanna do something fun? ^^

You sigh, staring at the text, torn between responding honestly or brushing it off. The idea of Han's bubbly energy feels exhausting right now, but you also don’t want to push him away.

Me: Not great. Cramps. I think I’m staying in today. Sorry Ji :(

Sending hit and you toss your phone to the side, reluctantly getting off the couch and preparing your cozy hot water bottle. The warm embrace of the bottle against your lower belly offers some relief as you walk into your room, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

As you made yourself comfortable under the warmth of your blanket and hot water bottle, your eyes started slowly closing, falling into soft sleep.

After what felt like sleeping for hours, a faint sound from the living room woke you up, you groaned holding the bottle on your tummy and rubbing your eyes together.

The door to your bedroom was closed, you don't remember closing it and then again you heard someone moving around in the hall.

It has to be Han.

He was the only one who had the keys to your place if he wanted to spend the night after working for the day in the studio. It was almost like you both lived together since he had some of his belongings and hoodies at your place.

You slowly pushed the blanket over and slipped into your slippers and opened the door, making your way to the living room, the sight in front of you made your jaw drop.

The coffee table was set up with your favourite tub of ice cream, chocolates, snacks, your favourite strawberry milk and a bouquet of flowers.

You spotted Han fiddling with the TV remote, changing the batteries, he turned around just in time and spotted you standing at the entrance of the living room.

"Oh hey baby. Sorry if I woke you up." he said softly, almost apologetically, that made you pout cutely.

"Hanji you came," You walked towards him, Han laid the remote on the couch and opened his arms for you.

You immediately hugged him, his minty cologne engulfing your senses as you buried your head against his chest. Han wrapped his arms around you, soaking you with his warmth.

“Of course, I did,” he says, hugging you tighter. “You’re in pain, and I’m not about to let my girl suffer alone.”

You looked up at Han with so much love filled in your eyes for him, his gaze fell on you with an equal amount of love and care, stroking your cheek.

He reached for the flowers on the table and handed it to you, your fingers brushed against his as you took them, the beautiful colours and delicate petals made your heart swell.

“They’re beautiful,” you whisper, your voice soft with gratitude.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Jisung replies with a cheeky grin, but his eyes remain sincere.

You smiled bashfully and leaned up, Han leans just as you do and presses his lips on yours. His tongue swipes over the seam of your bottom lip, your hands wrapping around his neck pulling him closer.

Han deepens the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist, holding you gently but firmly, as if afraid you might disappear. The world around you fades, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your hands.

When you finally pull away, breathless but content, Jisung rests his forehead against yours. His eyes flutter open, and the corners of his mouth curl into the cutest smile.

“Better?” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing.

“Much better,” you whisper, the dull ache in your belly almost forgotten in the moment.

He chuckles, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your sides. “Good. Come sit.”

Han guides you to the couch, plopping down beside you and pulling you into his lap. You let out a surprised laugh as he wraps the blanket around both of you, ensuring you're snug and warm.

“Alright,” he says, picking up the remote and clicking on the movie he had cued up. “I figured a classic rom-com would do the trick. Ice cream is mandatory, and I’m here for all the cuddles you want.”

You glance at him, your heart swelling again at how much thought he’s put into making you feel better. “Ji, you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble.” Your fingers traced the sharp lines of his jaw, brushing your lips against his soft skin.

He tilts his head, giving you a mock-serious look. “First of all, it’s not trouble. Second, taking care of you is literally my favourite thing to do. So, no arguments, okay?”

“Okay,” you chuckled, resting your head against his chest, snuggling closer to him as the movie begins to play.

True to his word, Han makes sure you’re completely spoiled, feeding you small spoonfuls of ice cream and sneaking kisses between scenes. His fingers thread through your hair absentmindedly, lulling you into a state of complete relaxation.

At some point, you shift slightly to glance up at him, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you Hanji."

He looks down, his expression soft and adoring. “I love you too baby girl.”

A shade of crimson paints your cheeks, your fingers threading his hair, his lips falling on yours. Slowly you both shifted, Han laying on his back and you on top of him, fingers intertwining as your lips moved together in a slow, unhurried rhythm.

The warmth of his embrace and the gentle way his hands held yours made the world feel soft and safe, like nothing else mattered but the two of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, as if the words were meant just for you. “Even when you’re not feeling your best, you’re still the most gorgeous person in the world to me.”

Your cheeks burned a deeper shade of red, and you couldn’t help but hide your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re too sweet, Hanji. How am I supposed to handle this?”

He laughed softly, his chest rumbling against you. “By letting me spoil you as much as I want. No complaints allowed.”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, the depth of his love shining through them. “I don’t think I could complain even if I wanted to.”

Jisung’s grin widened, and he gently rolled the two of you so that you were back on your sides, his arms wrapping securely around you. He nuzzled into your hair, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because this is where I want to be. Right here with you.”

His words were like a balm to your soul, and as your eyes grew heavier, you let yourself sink into his warmth, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

Han stayed awake a little longer, watching you with a soft smile, cradled in his warmth and love, making you feel safer and more cherished than ever before.

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“Hi, Alastair. Mom’s had enough of your creepy crawlies already?” he asks with a smile.

Alastair blinks up at him but doesn’t say anything, just reaching his hand up in a grabbing motion. Jeremiah lets out a huff of amusement and takes Alastair’s hand in his own. “All right then. Off on our next adventure are we?”

This time Alastair nods and Jeremiah’s smile widens as he begins to march, keeping the pace slow enough for Alastair’s less experienced limbs to follow along.

They delve further into the trees which grow bigger and closer together. They reach a fallen tree, now rotting and covered in moss and fungi. Jeremiah releases Alastair’s hand to leap up onto the trunk before pulling the smaller boy up with him. “Look Alastair,” he says, crouching down to get closer to the wood.

Alastair copies his movements and looks to where Jeremiah is pointing.

“Carpenter ants.” Jeremiah’s eyes follow the long trail of ants, each carrying a large chunk of leaf as they make their trek across the moss. Alastair frowns and makes shapes with his mouth as he studies the insects.

“Or just ants,” Jeremiah says.

“Ants,” Alastair repeats.

Jeremiah nods and Alastair hums, mouthing the word to himself over and over again as he peers down at the ants.

Jeremiah stands. “That’s one discovery. Onto the next,” he says. He hops down from the trunk and grabs Alastair by the armpits, helping him down as well. Their hands find each other again as they march.

“Out of all of the trees in this mysterious forest, which tree is your favorite, Adventurer Alastair?” Jeremiah looks down at Alastair who has stopped in his tracks and is now looking around them, suddenly very concentrated. Alastair releases Jeremiah’s hand and begins to walk away. He pauses and turns around, pointing up at Jeremiah. “Stay please.” He then wanders off, disappearing into the trees.

Jeremiah chuckles and sits down on the ground, legs crossed. A few minutes pass and the grass he’s picking at has been turned into a bare patch of soil now. Jeremiah begins to consider getting up and searching for Alastair. He hopes he hasn’t gotten lost.

Just then, Alastair’s little frame appears again through the shrubbery.

He marches up to Jeremiah and holds out his hand expectantly. Jeremiah takes it and stands. “You’ve found one?”

Alastair nods.

“All right, lead the way, Adventurer.”

Continuing his march, Alastair tugs Jeremiah through the trees for a few minutes until they reach a rather large one, thick and twisting with branches that spin outwards and slope low to the ground. Alastair pulls Jeremiah all the way to it and pats the trunk.

“This one? This is a good tree.”

Alastair pats it again, more insistently this time. He fixes Jeremiah with an expectant look.

“I’m not sure what it’s called actually. So let’s name it The Alastair Tree. Does that sound good,” he asks, kneeling down by Alastair’s side and putting his hand next to the smaller one on the trunk.

After giving it a long moment of thought, Alastair nods, seemingly satisfied.

Jeremiah beams. “All right then. This is now called The Alastair Tree. Would you like to climb it? The branches are low enough.”

Not looking entirely convinced, Alastair frowns up at the tree.

“I’ll show you,” Jeremiah says, standing again. He picks a thick branch that grows out and then droops down, low enough for him to sit on. He hops onto it and then pulls his feet up. He slowly stands, wobbling a bit until he’s upright, using the branch above him to steady himself. He then walks along the length of the branch, stopping when he gets to the trunk. He sits crisscrossed and smiles down at Alastair. “You try now.”

Alastair’s bottom lip juts out in a slight pout as his eyes scan over the branch Jeremiah had just walked across.

“Or I could just pull you up to sit with me,” Jeremiah says with a smile.

Significantly more pleased with the alternative, Alastair nods and moves to stand below where Jeremiah sits, reaching his hands up. Jeremiah leans forward and grabs Alastair by the arms, tugging him up until he’s seated on the branch.

Alastair eyes the ground warily, his body tense.

Jeremiah offers a gentle smile and leans back to rest against the trunk, opening his arms. “I’ll hold onto you so you don’t fall.”

With shaky limbs, Alastair scoots closer and then turns around so he’s seated in Jeremiah’s lap, leaning back against him.

“It’s not so scary huh?” Jeremiah asks, giving Alastair a little nudge and chuckling when the boy sheepishly shakes his head.

They sit in comfortable silence for a long while. Jeremiah swears that Alastair dozes off a few times.

Suddenly, Alastair seems extremely alert, sitting up right and snapping his head up. Jeremiah frowns and taps Alastair’s side. “What, what is it?”

Alastair grunts and points upwards with a faint smile. Following where Alastair is pointing. “What? I don’t see anything.”

With a huff, Alastair frowns and throws his hand up in the air and shakes his head. He points again and makes a frustrated grunting sound. “Mm!”

Jeremiah looks again and sees a small brown bird twittering about on a higher branch. It hops and then flutters away.

Alastair whines and huffs, hiding his face in his hands with a groan.

“Hey, hey no. It’s okay, stop that,” Jeremiah says, slowly pulling Alastair’s hands away from his face despite the boy’s resistance. “We can find another bird, okay?”

Alastair pouts but nods slowly and Jeremiah smiles. “All right. Just look up and focus on the branches and I'm sure we’ll see one.”

Seeming reluctant but not offering any argument, Alastair leans back again, eyes fixed on the sky with a precise determination. Only a moment passes before another bird — a small blue one — lands. It’s closer this time, on the branch just above them, and Alastair taps Jeremiah’s arm furiously while pointing at it.

“I see it,” Jeremiah assures with a smile as Alastair moves his mouth noiselessly. “Take a breath. Think about what you want to say,” he coaxes as he watches the growing frustration on Alastair’s face as he struggles.

“The bird. You want to say something about the bird. How do you feel about the bird?” he asks, resting a hand on Alastair’s shoulder. “Take your time.”

Alastair’s eyes stay fixed on the bird as his lips twist into a purse and Jeremiah can practically see the cogs working in his mind. “The…bird. Pretty.”

Jeremiah’s eyes widen slightly and he grins. “You think the bird is pretty?”

Alastair nods vigorously. “I-I think the bird is pretty.” He seems surprised by his own success, looking shocked for a moment.

Jeremiah lets out a laugh and wraps his arm around Alastair tightly. “Yes. Yes, the bird is pretty. Good job, Alastair,” he breathes out, smiling at Alastair so proudly — wonderfully.

Alastair puffs up at the praise and smiles a real genuine smile with teeth and all.

“Oh you,” Jeremiah squeezes Alastair tightly despite the way the younger boy squirms. “I’m so proud of you,” he says as he pokes his fingers into Alastair’s ribs.

The young boy shrieks and giggles and kicks his feet and the bird is scared away by the sound but Jeremiah can’t find it in him to care as he persists. Even as they topple from the branch and hit the ground with a thud, Jeremiah keeps his arms around his little brother – a giggling mess of squirming limbs, trying to escape his tickling restraints.

He eventually lets up and they both flop back into the grass, breathing heavily and letting out little laughs between moments of comfortable silence.

Jeremiah is ten years old and he’s never been happier.

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Shutters still open, you could see that the sun will soon be ready to set. The soft perfume you had sprayed earlier goes through the whole of your house.

You feel at ease, calm. It was a Friday evening, you went out of work ahead of your schedule and you don't work this week. After entering your house, you fed Cherry, your cat, then you cleaned every room and you went to shower. You had organized this evening on your way home, and after showering, you had planned to cook something to eat, nothing big : cookies and a homemade fruit juice, with a treatment mask on your face, before organizing your living room. A little snack for a moment of peace.

You put down the lighter in its respective drawer and then you prepare yourself, rolling up your sleeves, to do the most important task : move your couch and put a blanket with some pillows and plushies on it.

When you're approaching your couch, ready to put into practice your assignment, the ringtone of your phone echoes louder than the soft music.

You take your cell phone out of your pyjama pocket and the screen lights up, showing off a name you read ‘Know-Know’ on an unflattering picture of the young man.

You feel confused, but your finger slide on the screen.

“Hello ? you starts.

— Good evening, are you at your house ?”

Your eyebrows narrows, Minho and you were dating for a little while, true, but you both agreed to live separately for now because no matter how much you love each other, living together when your jobs schedules and working conditions are completely different did not arrange : he's a dancer and a singer, an idol and you are not. And, it wasn't that bad because you always go out together or plan sleepovers.

“I am, why ? you ask him.”

He does not answer you, and you hear the opening of your front door with a little “Surprise !”. His silhouette comes closer to you and you see, by the weak light of the candles, a smirk on his face while he, you suppose, hangs up and puts his phone in his pocket.

Immediately, you put your own down and walk up to him. His arms regain your waist, he tightens his embrace and you hide your face in the hollow of his neck.

“What are you doing here ? you question.

— I no longer have the right to see my lover ? Maybe I'm disturbing you.. you were about to do something particular, mh ? he retorts.

— No, you say in a murmur.

— Is that so ? Then why would you put yourself in such a mood ?

— I have a weekend off, you remove your face from his face and face him, I wanted to rest a little.”

He loved to tease you, but following your sudden timidity, he giggles a bit and explains that he has a weekend off too. He then, with a peck on your lips, lets you out of his arms and asks :

“You need some help ?”

You request him to help you out with the couch and explains what you had planned.

“Ask correctly.”

You sigh at his saying.

“You're not funny.

— Wrong answer, he responds.”

Cherry passes in front of his feet, Minho lower himself and pet the animal while humming the music in the background.

“Minho.

— Look at her, Cherry, she orders me to do a task she would have done without me, without even being polite with her elder.

— Fuck you.

— Now she's using bad words, the cat meows, see ? Even Cherry is on my side.”

You roll your eyes and say, despite yourself :

“Dear lovely Lee Know, would you be so kind as to help me move the couch ? May you help your lovely partner ?”

Used to your strange desires of sleeping everywhere but in your bed, he stands up without questioning, let the cat, and peck at your check with a “anything for you, love” and then he goes to move the couch while you whisper between your teeth a “coward”, but you can't stop smiling.

He successfully moves the couch and you bring a blanket and some pillows that he arranges on the sofa. He turns off the television while you turn back to your room to search your plushies and you put them over the blanket. Then, you bring the food you have cooked.

“So kind, you even thought of feeding me, he says falsifying his move.

— Minho, I swear- I'm about to call Chan.”

He raises his hands, looking innocent, with a “sorry”.

Both of you laughed and sat down. He asks what you wanted to do, and you show him a game on your phone and oblige him to play with you, and he does. After many games where you lose miserably, you team up and reach the top 3 every game.

You finally stop playing after those wins and you go to your room pretexting that you have “forgotten something”. When you come back, his glance falls on the box you hold carefully between your hands.

“Don't even think about it, he tells you wanting his tone to be cold.

— Please, and i'll let you eat the cookies and drink the juice for free.

— That's a no.

— So you hate me ? you argue wishing to provoke pity.”

When he finally sighs a “fine”, you sit next to him in a hurry and take out your hair clips.

“Look ! It's every Hello Kitty's character on top of each, they are so cute ! you exclaim.

— You know what's even surprising ? The fact that I had never seen them.

— Haha.. it might be a little funny but I went out with Seungmin, Changbin, Hyunjin and a Jeongin and they showed it to me telling me to buy it and try it on you.

— Oh those little..”

You peck his cheek and say

“And of course my boyfriend will accept to let me play with his hair because he loves me so much.

— To the moon and back, to my misfortune.”

You take one hair clip and clip it on his hair while you tell each other how went your day whilst eating your cookies and drinking your homemade juice.

After finishing, you take a picture of the top of his head to show him – and send it to his group a bit later but he doesn't need to know this. When you make fun of him, calling him a “cutie” a dozen times, he traps you in his arms and lays both of you down. You burst out laughing when he tickles you, he makes you say “sorry king Minho" and forces you to blow out the candles you had lightened up earlier and close the shutters.

When you come back, he's still laying, on his phone that you appropriate yourself. You do not lose any time and put your head on his chest, scrolling on his phone, letting him see the screen with you. He's patting your head until you feel tired, you put his phone aside and hugs a plushie. Minho is behind you, he surrounds you with his arms as the cat is laying on the top of the couch, near you.

“I missed you, he says placing his head in your neck.

— I know, I missed you too.”