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🐿️HAN🐿️
The morning started peacefully.
Y/N stood in the kitchen, cooking breakfast while the smell of pancakes filled the apartment. Jisung wandered in, sleepy-eyed and clingy ,the usual. He slid his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Mmm... good morning, wifey..." he murmured, kissing her cheek. Y/N smiled. "Good morning, babe."
But then...
Tiny footsteps. A dramatic gasp. And a tiny battle cry:
"MOMMMYYYY!"
Their toddler barreled across the kitchen, grabbed Jisung's leg with both hands... and pushed with all his baby strength.
"Mine! Mommy mine!" he yelled, glaring at Jisung like a tiny guard dog.
Jisung blinked, then looked down. "...the betrayal in his eyes is crazy."
Y/N tried not to laugh as their son continued shoving Jisung's leg away.
Jisung crouched down to eye level, hands on his hips. "Listen, bud. I know she's your mommy... but she's MY wife first."
Their son let out the most dramatic whine, like Jisung had just denied him oxygen.
"Ahhhhnnnnnn!! Mommyyyyyy!"
Y/N turned away to hide her giggle.
But Jisung? Oh, he decided to be petty.
He stood up, wrapped his arms around Y/N again, and kissed her cheek exaggeratedly loud.
"Mwah! Mwah! MY wife!"
Their toddler froze.
His eyes widened.
Then W A I L I N G.
Jisung instantly panicked. "WAIT...... I DIDN'T MEAN IT...... WHY IS HE CRYING.....?!"
Y/N burst out laughing and gently took the boy from Jisung.
"Babe... I think that's enough teasing."
Jisung sheepishly nodded. "Yeah, okay... maybe I overdid it."
Later that afternoon, the three of them relaxed in the living room. Y/N sat on the couch scrolling through her phone. Jisung sighed dreamily and laid his head on her lap.
