"Why're You Tapping At My Window At This Time." You Murmur, Wiping The Remnants Of Sleep From Your Eyes,

"Why're you tapping at my window at this time." you murmur, wiping the remnants of sleep from your eyes, Ni-ki huffs as he finally lands his right leg on your carpet, his hair and clothes drenched from the rain.

"Mom kicked me out for the night, and I really doubt your dad would like to wake up to me knocking on his door at 1 in the morning." he chuckles, taking off his leather jacket, placing it messily on your study table. You frown at the sight, going to close the window, to stop more rain from coming in, waving at his friends parked in front of your house.

"What'd you do this time." "she didn't like my grades, and some other stuff, you know, the usual." he lays on your bed, earning a grumble from you, a hearty chuckle erupting from his stomach in response. You grab your hair dryer, before kicking at him to sit up. His hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, your fingers lazily comb through his wet hair, plugging the electronic in. It grumbles softly at it comes to life, held awkwardly as you dried what you could of his hair cause he wouldn't pull away.

The sound from your dryer fills the air, your body drifting in and out of sleep. Finally managing to pull him away, focusing the electronic on his bangs. "I wish your dad wasn't such a dick. I'd get married to you right now." "Even if my dad wasn't a dick , we wouldn't get married cause we're still too young." you say as you put the dryer down on you bedside table.

"Would you marry me?" he questions, your eyes scan his face, fingers dragging through his now damp (ish) hair, a small smile gracing your face. "Yes, in a heartbeat." his cheeks swell with color, a soft red, his smile growing. "I'll get you the biggest diamond, a gold and silver ring, the most expensive." "You're the biggest diamond I'll ever need, the most expensive jewel I'll ever want." he paused before pulling away from your touch, a shy fit of laughter causing him to shake, leaned back, his body held up by his left hand, to look at you.

"T-that was really good." "learned from the best."

🍃Unplanned Journey🍃

Pairing : Park Sunghoon as father, fluff🍬 _________________________________

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Chap: 5

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Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow as Sunghoon slowly opened his eyes.

He sat up in bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he took a moment to collect his thoughts. The events of the last previous months were still fresh in his mind,.

His ex girlfriend who had returned again tottally unexpected in his life in their lives, he just couldn't shook off the feeling something was wrong & he don't know what Is it.

He took a deep breath and swung his legs out of bed, the cold floor a stark contrast to the warmth of the blankets.

He glanced over at the crib where his baby son was still sleeping peacefully and a pang of protectiveness washed over him.

He made his way to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on his face, and took a moment to brush his teeth and make himself presentable. With one final glance in the mirror,

he took another deep breath before stepping back into the bedroom.

He quietly crept to the crib and stood there for a moment, watching his son sleep.

Sunghoon couldn’t help but feel a mix of gratitude and protectiveness watching the innocent, peaceful face of his child. He knew that he would do everything in his power to provide and care for his son, no matter what.

With one last gentle touch to his son's head, Sunghoon straightened up and made his way to the kitchen.

The sound of shuffling pots and pans revealed that his girlfriend was already up and making breakfast.

He paused in the doorway for a moment, watching her move about the kitchen with a strange mix of emotions.

She had her back to him, unaware of his presence, and he took a moment to just observe her.

Despite everything that had happened these past few months, he couldn't deny the fact that he still cared for her, deep down.

He cleared his throat softly, alerting her to his presence.

She turned around, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Morning,"

she said, her voice casual as she returned to flipping pancakes on the griddle.

He nodded in response, stepping further into the kitchen and taking a seat at the small table.

His girlfriend, still facing the stove, turned to Sung-hoon with a smile that seemed just a little too bright.

"You want coffee?" she asked, already reaching for a mug without waiting for his response.

Sunghoon nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

He watched as she poured the coffee into the mug and handed it to him, her touch lingering on his fingers for just a second longer than necessary.

There was something in her eyes that he couldn’t quite read, a gleam that made him uneasy.

As she turned back to the pancakes, he took a sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his gut.

Despite the seemingly normal scene playing out before him, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

And then after the pancakes done she served it into two plates and, sat down across from him, sipping her own coffee and watching him closely over the rim of the mug.

Her gaze was unwavering, and the air between them felt charged with tension.

Despite her cheerful exterior, there was something beneath the surface that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

"I'm glad we're doing this." she said suddenly, breaking the uneasy silence.

"I mean, us. Together again."

She batted her eyelashes at him in a way that seemed almost flirtatious, but there was a hint of calculation behind her eyes.

"Yeah, me too." Sunghoon replied. He took a sip of coffee,

struggling to match her upbeat tone. The truth was,

he still had feelings for her, there was no denying that, but something about this whole situation still left him feeling uncomfortable and on edge.

“I’ve missed you, you know.” She reached across the table and placed her hand on his, her fingers intertwining with his own.

Her touch was gentle, almost possessive, and he found himself unable to pull away.

"I missed you too."

he said softly, looking down at their joined hands.

Despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of joy at her touch, at the feeling of being close to her again after so long.

But there was something different about her now, something that gave him pause.

Just as Sunghoon opened his mouth to speak further, the silence was broken by the sound of a baby's cry coming from the next room.

echoed through the small apartment & tugging at sunghoon's heartstrings .

"He's awake," he said, reluctantly pulling his hand from his girlfriend's grasp and standing up from the table

He made his way to bedroom & walked to the crib where Si-woon was already stirring, eyes squinting open as he began to fuss.

"It's okay, buddy," Sung-hoon murmured, gently picking up the baby and cradling him in his arms.

The baby's cries subsided as he rested in his father's embrace, and Sunghoon couldn't help but smile as he felt the tiny fingers wrap around his thumb.

This... this was the only constant in his life these past few months, this little bundle of joy who looked to him for everything.

"My little man is hungry isn't he? Hm?" he asked to the baby looking down at his arms and smile never leave his lip.

As sunghoon carried the baby into the kitchen, his girlfriend's expression changed slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing her face.

"Why is he always this noisy?" she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.

"He's a baby," Sunghoon replied simply, trying to suppress his irritation at her words.

"He cries when he needs something."

He busied himself with preparing a bottle for the baby, avoiding eye contact with his girlfriend.

She huffed in annoyance and muttered something under her breath that sounded like "what a small brat."

Sunghoon clenched his jaw but chose to ignore her muttered comment,

he don't wanna argue again with her not early in this morning, he focusing instead on feeding Siwoon.

As he sat down in a chair to feed the baby, his girlfriend took a seat across from him,

drumming her fingers on the table impatiently. She continued to watch the baby, her eyes darting between him and Sunghoon,

The baby was looking up sunghoon with curious doe eyes as he was feeding him he was suckling the nipple of fidar in his lip.

As Siwoon continues to feed, his eyes locked on his father's face, a small smile tugged at the corners of Sunghoon's lips.

It was these moments, these quiet moments alone with his son, that made everything worth it.

Despite the challenges he faced, the nights spent fretting over how to pay the bills,

the exhaustion that came with being a single parent at such a young age, one look at his son's innocent face always made it all better.

the little moments like this made it all worthwhile.

He had never expected to become a father at such a young age, but as he looked at Siwoon's peaceful face,

he knew he could not imagine his life without him now.

His girlfriend, however, didn't share his sentiment. She was growing increasingly irritated at the sight of the baby, her arms crossed and a frown on her face.

"Can you make him stop staring at you like that?" she asked, her tone laced with annoyance. "It's creepy."

Sunghoon's smile faded immediately. "He's a baby," he repeated, his voice firm.

"He doesn't understand the concept of 'creepy.' He only knows that I'm his source of comfort and safety."

His girlfriend rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath again.

As Siwoon finished feeding, Sung-hoon gently burped him and placed him against his shoulder, patting his back. The baby let out a soft sigh,

snuggling closer to his father's chest, clearly content and settled.

Sunghoon felt a pang of protectiveness and love as he held his son,

the weight of his tiny body against him a reminder of how much this little creature depended on him.

He shot his girlfriend a glare look.

She huffed and looked away, clearly not enjoying the sight of the baby being doted on and the closeness between father and son.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the occasional soft cooing from Siwoon.

Sunghoon continued to pat the baby's back, lost in his thoughts.

He couldn't understand why his girlfriend was acting this way toward the baby.

Surely, she must have known that caring for an infant took time and effort, that he couldn't just put aside his responsibilities as a father whenever she wanted attention.

Finally, his girlfriend couldn't contain her annoyance any longer.

"When are you going to put him down? It's not like he's going to explode or anything if he's not attached to you all the time."

Sunghoon bristled at her words but took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice level.

"He's still a newborn," he explained, the patience in his tone beginning to wear thin.

"He needs constant care and attention. Especially at this age, " Sunghoon replied, trying to keep his patience.

"And he's not just 'attached' to me, he's completely dependent on me for everything."

She huffed and slammed her mug down on the table.

"You're seriously so obsessed with that kid. It's like you care more about him than you do me. It's been four months, we were are apart.. "

"& now I'm back bcz i still love you hoon.. i missed you, you should be spending your time with me, not with a crying ball of flesh."

Sunghoon felt a flare of anger at her words. "That 'ball of flesh' is my son," he said, his voice edged with irritation.

"I have responsibilities now, priorities. And yes, he comes first. I'm not going to neglect him just to satisfy your need for attention."

"You're so annoyingly devoted," she retorted.

"It's like that baby is the only thing that matters to you. What about me? I've given birth to this child! So What about us? When are we going to have any time for just the two of us?"

"You never have time for me, You're always either working or taking care of that thing."

Sunghoon chuckled sarcastically.

"You chose this path,"

"I choose? I did not choose to spend any time without boyfriend..'

"You choose to abandon both of uss,!" He burst out,

"at the first place remember? You don't have the right to come back now and expect me to just drop everything for you." He said firmly,

She rolled her eyes.

"I was too young to be a mother, you know that. I was young and scared, I didn't sign up for this"

she protested, her tone bordering on a whine.

"I wasn't ready to be a mother. Can't you understand that?"

"And you think I was ready?" Sunghoon snapped. "I'm just 17, I had to finish high school, apply for college, and then had to graduate to chase my dreams "

"why didn't i have the luxury of being scared? Huh?."

She was momentarily speechless, seemingly caught off guard by his outburst.

For a moment, guilt flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by irritation.

"Well, it's not my fault you got me pregnant," she retorted.

"You know, it takes two to tango," he shot back.

"You were just as much responsible as I was. Stop acting like you're the victim here."

"Well, it's not like you did anything to prevent it." she sneered, her tone turning venomous.

"You could have used protection, you know."

Sunghoon's hands tensed around the baby in his arms, anger boiling within him.

"And what about you? You were right there beside me, equally involved. Don't try to shift the blame onto me."

"You're a guy! You're supposed to be the responsible one." she retorted,

her voice rising in pitch. "You should have made sure we were protected."

"Oh, so it's all my fault then?" he asked sarcastically.

"I'm just a dumb teenage boy incapable of making mistakes, right? Meanwhile, you're the innocent little girl who has no control over her actions?"

"You're the one who got me pregnant," she practically growled,

her cheeks reddening in anger.

"I had my whole life ahead of me, I had dreams, plans. You ruined it all.

"You're the one who knocked me up," she muttered. "It's your fault this baby even exists."

he clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"Excuse me?" Sunghoon's voice was dangerously quiet.

"I ruined it all, huh?" he repeated, his voice low dangerously low.

"It's not like I forced you to sleep with me."

"I didn't force myself onto you, We both chose to do it. You don't get to act like I'm the villain here."

"It's both our responsibility, not just mine. Stop trying to make it seem like I'm the only one at fault here. We were both in that bed,!"

"But you didn't exactly make an effort to prevent it," she retorted.

"You just went along with it without a care in the world."

"And neither did you," he shot back.

"We were both reckless, both stupid, both to blame. So don't try to paint me as the villain here when you were just as guilty."

She looked away, a pout on her lips.

"I didn't know this would happen," she muttered lamely.

"I didn't sign up to become a mother at 16. I want to live my life, not be tied down by a baby."

Sunghoon's heart clenched at her words.

"And you think I did? You think I wanted this?" he asked, his voice rising slightly. "I'm the one waking up in the middle of the night to change diapers, I'm the one staying up all night trying to soothe a crying baby."

"I-I'm the one.. sacrificing my dreams and plans for this child's sake."

"That's exactly my point," she snapped.

"You've become completely obsessed with that kid. You think you're some kind of hero because you're taking care of him? Well, news flash, you're not."

Sunghoon clenched his jaw, biting back the angry retort that was on the tip of his tongue.

He couldn't deny that she was right. Since the moment Siwoon had come into his life, he had dedicated himself fully to taking care of the baby, prioritizing his needs above everything else.

But the way she said it, with such disdain, made it sound like a weakness rather than a demonstration of love.

"You call it obsession, I call it responsibility,"

"Responsibility?" she sneered.

"You're only 17 years old, and you're acting like you're the most responsible adult in the world."

" You think you can handle being a parent? You think you're some kind of saint because you're juggling college and a baby at the same time? "

You're just a boy, and boys don't make good parents."

The words stung, but Sung-hoon refused to let her see that they affected him.

"I know I'm young," he said, his voice steady.

"I know I still have a lot to learn. But what I also know is that I love this child more than anything, and I'm committed to raising him right."

" I may not be perfect, but I sure as hell will try to be a good father for him."

"But it's not enough, is it?"

she retorted. "It's not enough that you're trying. You're always tired, you're always stressed, you're always worried."

" You're not happy, and you're not living the life a 17-year-old should be living just admit it for God sake." She rolled her eye's.

Sunghoon couldn't deny the truth in her words.

The constant lack of sleep, the ever-present stress about having enough money to pay the bills,

the missed opportunities for college parties and carefree nights out with friends – it all weighed heavily on his shoulders.

But at the same time, he looked down at the baby in his arms, with his big eyes and soft, toothless mouth, and he knew that none of that mattered.

This little being was his everything, his reason for getting up in the morning and pushing through the tough days.

"You're right," he admitted, his voice quiet cracked, as he held back his emotions

"It's not the life I imagined. But this..." he gestured to the baby in his arms,

"this doesn't fit into your perfect little vision of what a 17-year-old's life should look like. But this is reality."

"This is my reality, and it's a reality I wouldn't trade for anything in the world."

She huffed, clearly annoyed.

As she rolled her eyes at his words, clearly unconvinced.

"You're just a kid fooling himself into believing that sacrificing your youth for a baby is somehow noble and heroic,"

she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Wake up, Sunghoon. You're not some kind of martyr. You're just a gullible boy who got played by your own hormones and emotions."

"You're too blinded by the whole "responsibility" thing to see how messed up this is." She gestured around the apartment.

"You think living in this cramped place, struggling to make ends meet, is what's best for your kid? You're delusional."

"You don't understand-" he cut off by her.

"You say that now, but what about when you're thirty? Forty? Fifty?"

" You're going to wake up one day and realize that you wasted your youth on a child that wasn't even planned."

"I won't be wasting anything," he said firmly.

"Every minute I spend with Si-woon, every diaper I change, every time I hold him in my arms, it's not a waste."

" it's all worth it. He may not have been planned, but he's the best thing to ever happen to me"

Sunghoon's expression hardened.

"He's my son, my flesh of blood and he's worth more than any party or clubbing night ever could be"

"And I would never trade my child for a night out at a party or a random hookup with some girl whose name I won't remember the next morning." he said firmly.

His girlfriend's lips curled in disgust.

"You're really turning into a boring old man," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

"What happened to the Sunghoon I used to know? The one who was up for anything, the one who wasn't afraid to take risks and have fun?"

"Come on, You can't seriously tell me you don't miss your old life," she said incredulously.

"The freedom, the lack of responsibility, the ability to do whatever you want without having to worry about a baby needing you every second of the day"

Sunghoon took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

"You know what? I don't have time for this. Just.. just leave! If you can't accept the fact that I'm more responsible now than my age "

"and how i'm taking care of my action, taking care of the responsibility a life that i created.. then there's no point in you being here" he said firmly.

She stared at him for a moment, clearly taken aback by the sudden command. For a moment, she looked like she might argue back, but instead,

she grumbled something under her breath and stormed out of the room. Sung-hoon let out a sigh of relief once she was gone, a small part of the tension in his shoulders easing.

Despite the relief of her absence, Sunghoon couldn't shake off the bitter feeling that lingered in his chest. He looked down at Siwoon in his arms.

who had been watching the entire exchange with wide, curious eyes.

"Just you and me now, little one," he mumbled, a smile tugging at his lips despite the turmoil of the argument.

He gently kissed the top of the baby's head, inhaling the sweet, baby scent that was so soothing and familiar to him now.

As he continued to cradle his son in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him.

Despite the challenges he faced, he wouldn't trade this life for anything. Being a father at a young age had forced him to grow up quickly, but it had also given him a purpose and a love deeper than he ever thought possible.

he was glad she was gone. Sure, it was difficult being a single parent, and there were days when he felt like he was drowning under the weight of his responsibilities.

But even on those days, when he looked down at Si-woon and saw the pure, unconditional love in those big, baby eyes, he knew that it was all worth it.

& He wasn't going to let anyone undermine the love and loyalty he had for that tiny being in his arms.

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years slipped by in the blink of an eye, and before Sunghoon knew it, his little Siwoon was no longer a tiny infant. The baby had grown into a lively,

It was another day, and Sunghoon was just about to leave for work with Siwoon

The four-year-old was holding his father's hand, still half-asleep and rubbing his eyes groggily.

"Come on, sleepyhead," Sunghoon said with a hint of affection in his voice, giving his son's hand a gentle squeeze. "We gotta go. I have to be at work in an hour."

Siwoon pouted, but he knew that protesting was pointless. Instead, he let out a dramatic sigh and trudged along next to his father, his small body still weighed down by sleep.

They walked to the bus stop in relative silence, the early morning air crisp and cool. When the bus arrived, they got on, and Siwoon sato his father lap.

He rested his head back against Sunghoon's chest, and within minutes, he was asleep again, his little chest rising and falling steadily.

Sunghoon glanced down at his son, a soft, fond smile on his face.

Despite the early hour and the chaos that surely awaited him at work, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment.

He was grateful for small moments like this, where he could just watch his son sleeping peacefully and know that, at least for the moment, all was well

As the bus rolled to a stop near the convenience store, Sunghoon gently shook Si-woon awake.

The little boy stirred, his eyes opening slowly as he tried to shake off the last cobwebs of sleep

Once they got off the bus, they walked the familiar route to the convenience store where Sung-hoon worked.

The sun was slowly rising by now, casting a warm glow over the city.

They arrived at the store, and Sunghoon unlocked the front door, gesturing for Si-woon to go inside.

The store was still closed to customers at this hour, but Sung-hoon had keys to open up early.

The convenience store was a small, familiar place, filled with shelves of goods and the lingering scent of coffee and snack foods.

Sunghoon's shift was about to start, and he was busy preparing the till when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down to find Siwoon standing next to him, still rubbing sleep from his eyes

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"Papa, I'm bored," Siwoon complained, his small voice groggy from sleep.

"Can I play with something? Pleeeease?"

"I know you're bored, buddy, but Papa needs to work now, ok? Can you be a good boy and stay quiet for a bit?

Siwoon pouted, but he nodded, understanding that his dad had work to do.

He looked around the store, spotted a corner with packets of snacks, and a grin spread across his face.

Without wasting a moment, he darted over to the pile, grabbing a handful of gummy bears.

"Hey, woah, woah, woah," Sunghoon called out, quickly catching up to his son.

"What do you think you're doing, huh? You can't just take those without asking."

"But they look so tasty, Papa," Siwoon protested, holding up a packet of gummy bears and giving his father his best puppy dog eyes.

Sunghoon tried to keep a stern expression, but it was hard when his son looked up at him with those innocent, pleading eyes.

"No, buddy," he said firmly, gently taking the gummy bears from Si-woon's hand and placing them back on the shelf.

"We can't just take them. If you want something to eat, you have to ask Papa first, okay?"

Siwoon seemed disappointed, but he knew better than to push his dad any further. "Okay, Papa," he mumbled, his shoulders slumping slightly.

understanding that his father was serious. He looked around the store again, this time searching for something else to keep him occupied

his eyes landing on a display of plush toys nearby.

"Papa can i-" before he could say anything he cut him off , sunghoon knows what is it next.

Sung-hoon knelt down to his level and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," he said softly, "why don't you sit over here and color for a while, okay? Papa needs to work,"

Siwoon considered his father's words, then nodded again.

He knew that when his father said he needed to work, it meant he wasn't supposed to bother him for a while.

He allowed Sunghoon to lead him to a

Sunghoon reached his hand behind siwoon's small bagpack & unzipped,

pulling out a coloring book and a set of crayons. He handed them over to his son along with a coloring sheet, who eagerly took them and began to scribble on the page

"There you go, buddy," Sunghoon said, ruffling Siwoon's hair again.

"You be a good boy sitting here and color in your book, and Papa will be right here if you need anything, okay?

he nodded.

The flow of customers was constant, and Sunghoon found himself immersed in his work, ringing up items, bagging groceries,

and chatting with the regulars who came in. Every so often, he'd glance over at Siwoon,

who was intently coloring his page, his small tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth in concentration.

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The front door of the convenience store jangled as a group of giggling high school girls walked in.

They quickly made their way to the counter where Sunghoon was standing, their eyes fixed on him appreciatively

One of the girls, a pretty brunette with a shy smile, stepped forward and placed her items on the counter.

"Um, excuse me," she said, her cheeks flushed with a light pink blush. "Can you please help me?"

Sunghoon smiled politely, his response smooth and familiar after having gone through this several times before.

"Of course, what can I help you with?"

The girls exchanged glances, clearly enjoying the attention they were getting from him.

One of The girlspoke up again, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"We need some snacks for our sleepover," she said. "Could you suggest something?"

Sunghoon nodded, used to providing suggestions to customers.

He pointed out a few bags of chips, some candy bars, and a few drinks.

"You might also want to pick up some popcorn for movie night," he suggested with a knowing smile.

The girls nodded, their eyes never leaving his face.

They added the items he suggested to their pile, still giggling amongst themselves.

Then one of them, a bolder girl with dark hair, spoke up. "You're very handsome oppa~," she said bluntly, her voice laced with a hint of flirtation

This time, Sunghoon's smile held a touch of amusement.

He was used to compliments, but the forwardness of this girl still caught him off guard a bit.

"That's very kind of you to say," he said politely. "Anything else I can get for you ladies today?"

The girls exchange another round of glances, clearly enjoying the attention. The bold girl spoke up again.

"Are you single?" she asked bluntly, with her friends giggling in the background

Sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head.

"I am," he admitted truthfully. "But I'm not really looking for a relationship right now," he added, hoping that would quash any further advances.

The bold girl pouted, clearly not satisfied with his response.

"Why not oppa? You're so attractive... any girl would be lucky to be with you,"

she protested, her friends nodding in agreement behind her.

Sunghooncontinuing to scan their items as he spoke.

"I have more important things on my mind right now," he said,

his eyes flickering to Siwwoon in the corner, who was still deeply engrossed in his coloring.

The girls followed his gaze and noticed the little boy for the first time.

They had been so focused on Sunghoon that they hadn't even noticed him there.

"Who's that?" the first girl asked curiously.

Sunghoon smiled softly as he bagged their items.

"That's my son," he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and warmth.

The girls' eyes widened as they looked at Si-woon, then back at Sunghoon in shock.

"You're a father?" the bold girl asked, her earlier flirty tone replaced with surprise

Sunghoon nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes," he said simply, glancing over at his son again, who was now drawing a colorful butterfly on his page.

The girls were silent for a moment, clearly processing this new information. The brunette girl was the first to speak up, her voice softer now.

"I didn't know you had a son," she said, her eyes shifting between Sunghoon and the little boy.

"Yeah, most people don't," Sunghoon responded, his tone casual.

e handed the girls their bags, still smiling politely. "That'll be $12.98," he said, gesturing to the total on the cash register screen.

The girls snapped out of their trance and fished out their wallets, still peering curiously at Siiwoon.

The bold girl handed him the money, her gaze lingering on his face. "He's very cute," she said softly

"Thank you," Sunghoon replied, his eyes flicking to Siwoon again.

"I think so too." He handed back their change, the girls still hesitating by the counter, clearly reluctant to leave

Sunghoon watched them go, a small sigh escaping his lips.

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

But he was used to it now, and his thoughts quickly shifted back to his work and the little boy in the corner coloring quietly

He glanced over at Siwoon, who had moved on from coloring butterflies to creating a detailed landscape with different colors of crayons.

The scene brought a soft smile to his face. This was the only attention he craved - a quiet moment with his son, who loved him with a pure and innocent heart..

_______TO BE CONTINUED

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(I didn't recheck so unsee my mistakes in grammar spelling I hope you guys enjoyed the first one chap look forward for more. Do note & reblog🍃' ()

（ 제목 ） MR PARK.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀your boss offers you a ride home?

（ 박종성 ） — pairing = fem!employee x ceo!jay ୨୧ warning = none ୨୧ wc = 618

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ㅤ𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 midnight as you walked towards Jay's office. Most employees had gone home already, but you had to work a little later than usual. All the lights were off except for his office and the cubicle you worked in. The small knock at Jay's door caught his attention, to which he spoke out a quick "come in." Before going back to flipping through papers.

ㅤOnce invited into his office, you open the door and walk in. Surprised to see he was still hard at work.. "Mr. park, why haven't you gone home yet? It's very late.." You say with a more softer voice, sounding stupid since you did the same. "I could ask you the same question." Jay says, raising an eyebrow at you and squinting his eyes.

ㅤTo his surprise, you were wearing a formal skirt-he wasn't exactly surprised about the fact you were just wearing a skirt, but more about the fact that you're wearing a skirt in this weather. "May I ask why you're wearing a skirt? It's cold outside, adding the fact that it's pouring out there." Jay's eyes scan your outfit, not judging but more confused.

ㅤ"Oh, my skirt? Uhm.. you might not believe me but I thought it would be nice out today, I forgot to check the weather for the night and only checked for the morning." You mumble, adjusting your skirt by pulling it down. "Are you not cold?" He asked, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows. "That's absurd. Check the weather thoroughly from now on."

ㅤHe says, sounding like a protective dad or boyfriend. "Okay, yes.. I will. but, Mr. Park. when are you going to go home? You should go home especially if you haven't eaten dinner yet!" You say, sounding concerned which made him smile a little bit. The smile was subtle, and before you could notice the smile he went back to a straight-poker-face.

ㅤ"Don't worry about me. You should go home. Leave, go home, now." Jay ordered, pointing to the door behind you with his pen. You quickly bow in goodbye before leaving, the door closing behind you. "Did she even bring an umbrella.. or a coat at least?" He mumbled to himself, subconsciously worrying for your health.

ㅤAfter an hour or two, Jay eventually came downstairs, exiting the elevator and entering the lobby. He stopped when he saw you standing by the window, peering out and just staring at the rain. "What the hell.." He mumbled, making his way to you and tapping you on your shoulder. "Y/n, you shouldn't be here."

ㅤYou look at him in surprise when he taps your shoulder, adjusting your purse strap. "Oh- well.. I was waiting for the rain to stop so I could go to the bus station-" You attempted to explain yourself but the look on Jay's face told you to shut up. "Are you stupid? I'm genuinely curious as to how you got this job.."

ㅤ"The rain doesn't stop until the morning," He took a pause to look at his expensive watch. "The last bus has left by now," He stopped once more to look you up and down. "And you're wearing a skirt and some heels. Please, use your brain." Jay sighs, putting his bag down and taking off his coat before wrapping it around your shoulders.

ㅤ"Wear this so you don't get cold.." Jay's voice softens, adjusting the coat around you before buttoning it up. Your cheeks were slowly gaining a redder color, but you couldn't help but admit how warm it was.. and how it smelt like his cologne. "Oh- thank you.." You mumble, his big coat engulfing you in warmth.

"I'll drop you off home, don't catch a cold.."

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As much as I want my page to be happy and fun, I have to talk about this insanity.

Fate/Fate Plus tour ended not even 24 hours ago. Almost all members voicing how relieved they are for it to be over, just for BeLift to announce another world tour today. Thankfully, a lot of people on Weverse, TikTok, and Twitter have started to bring more attention to the issue.

As much as I love and adore enhypen with all of my heart, I do not want to pay money to see them miserable or lack members up on stage. Their physical and mental state mean more to me than an interaction. I think most people can agree with me on this.

Sadly, as much as I’d love to push the idea of boycotting them, they will most likely feel that it is their fault. There really is no win in this situation. If we keep buying/streaming Belift wont stop, if we stop buying/streaming enhypen will feel disappointed in themselves and BeLift may toss them to the side and stop giving them any sort of support at all.

So, best course of action right now is to force BeLift to make them have a longer break than a month by basically spamming them in their comments on different platforms.

If you want to participate in this, great! There are many different tags and formats you can use that are being posted on Weverse and Twitter. Just copy and paste and spam it on BeLift and any official Kpop new source advertising about the tour.

If you read this far, I thank you for listening to what I have to say about this and I hope you take my words into consideration. Please keep in mind this is to protect Enhypen. If you do have Weverse, please send some kind words of support their way to show we do love them and none of this is their fault.

Just wanted to also state that, for now we are using the spamming method. If that does not work, I 100% think a boycott should be done.

Any tags used are to spread the word, disregard them.