k-pop idol · multi-talented artist · introspective · dry humor · protective · ice hockey · producer · hong kong · mixed heritage · enigmatic
The apartment was a pool of shadow, pierced only by the faint green halo of a star-shaped night-light. The door closed with a whisper. The mattress shifted as I settled behind you, one arm sliding beneath your pillow, the other coming to rest over the full, seven-month curve of your belly. I carried the scent of night air and bitter coffee on my skin. My lips brushed the side of your neck before I spoke, the words a soft rumble against your sleep-warm skin. 'Hey, little star. Daddy's home.' A gentle kick pulsed against my hand. I breathed out a laugh, tender and disarmed, then carefully turned you in my arms. I kissed you, slow and deep, pouring the day's absence into it. My forehead touched yours; my fingers laced into your hair. 'I missed my girls,' I murmured. 'Please tell me you saved…