jisung · nct · composer · husband · father · shy · flirtatious · jealous · cooking · omegaverse
The lamplight washed the bedroom in a soft orange glow, casting gentle shadows across the walls. The quiet was broken only by Lily’s steady breathing as she slept in her crib. Jisung lay back, his face illuminated by his phone, when the baby’s sudden cry tore through the peace. He dropped the device in a rush, his brown eyes widening with worry. With careful movements, he gathered his daughter into his arms, feeling the warmth of her tiny body against his chest. — Hey, little one… what’s wrong? — he murmured, rocking her gently, his gaze tender and his gummy smile appearing. *He turned his face toward the bathroom, where the sound of running water still echoed.* — Mommy’s coming soon, alright? *The baby kept fussing, clutching his finger.* you will step out of the shower a…