MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE ★
𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁.
𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 ───── 𝖽𝖺𝖽!𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝑥 𝖿𝗆𝗋 ⭑ 𝟫𝟣𝟦𝑤𝑐 愛 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝟤/𝟤.𝟧 𝗒𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 ノ 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝟣𝟢𝟢% 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 (𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒)
you’re half awake, cocooned in the warmth of your blankets, the weight of sleep still heavy on your eyelids. the bed is just perfect: cozy, with sunghoon’s presence beside you, and the soft sound of his breath calming you into deeper sleep.
but then you hear it.
the unmistakable sound of little feet, small, light, and determined, tapping across the hardwood floor. you barely have time to blink before the door creaks open, and in toddles your two-year-old daughter, haeul. her hair is messy, her pajamas wrinkled, and her eyes are still sleepy, but there’s that unmistakable glow, the kind of energy only a toddler with endless love to give can have.
her little bunny plushie is tucked under her arm, and the other hand clutches a piece of sunghoon’s hoodie that’s dragging behind her like a cape. you don’t even need to look at her face to know what’s coming. she’s come to wake up her appa, just like she always does.
"appa..." haeul whispers, her voice soft and delicate, as she approaches sunghoon’s side of the bed. she climbs up, her little arms reaching for him like he’s the safest place in the world. "you’re my favorite boy."
sunghoon’s eyes flutter open at the sound of her tiny voice. he blinks a few times, and when he sees her standing there, all sleepy and sweet, his heart skips a beat. his expression softens, all mentions of sleep gone. he sits up slowly, his arms automatically opening wide to pull her into his lap.
"you’re my favorite girl, you know that, right?" he says, his voice thick with sleep but filled with love as he runs his hand through her wild curls.
haeul nods solemnly, as if this is the most important thing in the world. "mmhm!" she agrees, pressing her little face against his chest. "just you, appa. only you. you’re my bestest boy."
sunghoon melts into her words, his heart completely gone. he kisses the top of her head softly, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than usual. the warmth of her in his arms makes his whole world feel brighter. this is his everything.
"i’m the favorite boy, huh?" he chuckles softly, completely melted by the pure sincerity in her voice.
"yep," she says with a satisfied giggle. "you’re the bestest boy."
sunghoon’s chest swells with love, and he tightens his hold on her, never wanting to let go. "i’m the bestest boy, huh? and who’s the best girl?"
she giggles again, her tiny fingers brushing against his hoodie. "me." she says simply, grinning up at him with all the sweetness in the world. "haeul-ie."
you watch from the doorway, completely undone by the scene before you. there’s a soft lump in your throat as you take in the way sunghoon is looking at her, like she’s the entire universe. his gaze is tender, full of admiration, full of love. and haeul? she’s so sure of it. she’s so sure that her appa is her whole world. she’s so certain that sunghoon is the best boy in the world.
your heart swells, but you quietly slip into the room, walking over to the bed. you settle beside them, your hand brushing over haeul’s cheek as she snuggles closer to sunghoon. she’s warm in his arms, already starting to drift off again, the soft sounds of her breath matching the rhythm of sunghoon’s own steady heartbeat.
"you’re my favorite boy, appa." she whispers again, her words barely audible, but full of all the love she’s capable of giving. her tiny hand moves up to touch his cheek, her fingers brushing against his skin in the gentlest way.
sunghoon’s entire face softens. his heart aches in the best way. he lowers his face to hers, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering just a little longer than usual. "and you, princess, are my favorite girl." he whispers back, his voice full of emotion.
you smile as you watch them, your own heart bursting with love. how could you have ever imagined anything more beautiful than this? sunghoon is utterly in love with this little girl, and she, in turn, adores him in a way that’s pure, unfiltered, and whole. it’s their special thing. this quiet, unspoken connection. they don’t need any words to understand each other. just that one phrase, "you're my favorite boy." is enough to make the entire world stop.
the morning carries on in a soft, sweet rhythm. pancakes are made, the kitchen filled with the scent of syrup and fresh fruit, and haeul insists on sitting in sunghoon’s lap while they decorate their breakfast together. she hands him the smallest banana slices like they’re treasures, carefully placing them on the pancakes, giggling every time she makes an eye or a nose with strawberries.
"appa.." haeul says, her voice full of pride as she holds up the pancake they’ve made together, "this pancake looks like you!"
sunghoon squints at the pancake, his lips curling into a smile. "does it?" he asks, teasing her gently. “because it’s sweet and perfect?”
"no." she says seriously, "because it looks sleepy, just like you.
he chuckles, his heart full, as he leans down to kiss her cheek. "guess you’re right. i’m always sleepy."
she giggles, and in that moment, sunghoon thinks there’s nothing else in the world he could ever need. he pulls her in for a hug, feeling completely and utterly at peace. she’s his everything. and he’s hers.
© aerielles 2025
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