Yeo Eun-jo had never once considered having a child.
First of all, it just didn’t fit his profession. As an actor—someone constantly in the public eye and held to high expectations—starting a family early wasn’t even an option. Eun-jo had always cared deeply for his fans, and he couldn’t stand celebrities who threw away that trust with scandals or DUI charges. To him, that was no different than betraying the people who loved his work.
He’d been acting since he was a kid, so he never really experienced what a noisy, lively household was like. Naturally, he’d never felt the urge to build one for himself.
It’s not like I’ve ever seen anything worth longing for.
In fact, Eun-jo had always believed life might be easier without parents or siblings at all.
But then………
Eun-jo looked around at the people gathered at the dining table. Beneath the round wooden chairs, tiny white puppies were tumbling all over each other.
This is insane…
He stared down blankly at the puppies, like someone who’d just seen a unicorn. Three of them—each with fur so white they reminded him of Lee Sang-heon—were waddling around on their tiny legs. They were so small and round, they looked like little balls of fluff bouncing across the floor.
This was the sight that greeted him when he woke up. He’d just gotten out of bed, still trying to piece together the moments before he’d passed out.
“Woof…”
One of the puppies perked up its ears, spotted him, and toddled over. The others must’ve followed because the next thing he knew, they were all wagging their tails and running straight toward him.
“Hnnngh…!”
His chest clenched painfully. Were those really legs? Those tiny limbs poking out from the snow-white fur moved so fast, it was unbearable. The sheer cuteness hit him like a punch to the gut. Before he knew it, Eun-jo clutched his chest and collapsed to the floor.
“Woof, waa…!”
“Waa, waang…”
The puppies weren’t even barking properly—just letting out soft, pitiful “waang” sounds as they scrambled into Eun-jo’s lap. In a blink, his sides, stomach, and thighs were completely buried under a wriggling pile of fluffy white fur.
“Tch…”
A low voice rang out, and the puppies froze, round eyes growing wide. Eun-jo turned his head and spotted Lee Sang-heon holding a plate of food. Thankfully, this time he was actually wearing clothes.
“Don’t give Daddy a hard time. Come here.”
“Whiiimper…”
“No whining. Hurry up.”
His voice was surprisingly firm. As the puppies whimpered and locked eyes with him, Eun-jo—without even realizing it—found himself reaching out to gently pat their little heads.
“Dad’s gonna count. One, two…”
Poof! Poof!
In an instant, the puppies transformed into toddlers. Eun-jo’s jaw dropped at the sight of three little boys, all about three years old.
Even in human form, they were just as ridiculously cute. Same round bellies. Same stubby little legs. Practically identical to the puppies they’d been just seconds ago.
“Come here.”
Sang-heon had already knelt on one knee and was casually slipping t-shirts onto the kids like he’d done it a hundred times. One in blue. One in purple. The two darted off toward the dining table without a second thought. The last one, however, stayed behind, bouncing on his feet and frowning down at the yellow shirt he’d been handed.
“I don’t like yellow.”
“So, you’re not gonna wear it?”
“…I don’t wanna.”
He didn’t exactly refuse, but he wasn’t agreeing either. Sang-heon looked down at him silently. The kid glanced nervously at Eun-jo, sneaking peeks like he was looking for backup.
Red cheeks. Pale skin. Downturned eyes. The resemblance was… undeniable. As soon as their gazes met, Eun-jo couldn’t just sit there anymore.
He walked over and knelt beside Sang-heon.
“You don’t like yellow?”
“Nope.”
“Even if Daddy hugs you… you still don’t like it?”
Saying “Daddy” made his tongue trip. The word felt foreign. Ridiculous.
God. I became a dad overnight.
“……”
But the kid’s pout softened—just a little.
“How long do I get a hug?”
“Until we eat?”
“Okay…”
“So, yellow’s okay now?”
Without a word, the kid flung open his arms and launched himself into Eun-jo’s chest. That warm, powdery baby scent filled his nose.
“I like Daddy…”
It was… such a strange feeling. Being hugged like this stirred something in his chest, something deep. Something he couldn’t name.
What kind of twisted fantasy even is this? Wouldn’t a no-escape sex dungeon or piss play have been easier to process…?
He hadn’t even gotten a proper love confession. But this? This felt like a full-blown marriage proposal. And the longer he held that baby in his arms, the more it truly felt that way.
So that means you…
Eun-jo’s eyes slowly drifted back to Lee Sang-heon.
You actually wanted something like this with me…
As Eun-jo stared at him with trembling eyes, Sang-heon leaned in slightly. His warm lips brushed against Eun-jo’s cheek, soft and fleeting.
“Me too!”
The toddler in Eun-jo’s arms perked up at the sound of the kiss. Sang-heon raised an eyebrow and gave a firm, warning tone.
“That’s something Dad only does with his spouse.”
“What about me?”
“You can do it with your spouse when you grow up.”
“Lee Sang-heon!”
Eun-jo shoved him lightly, scandalized. That line had gone way too far. Sang-heon caught him easily as Eun-jo tilted off balance.
“There’s nothing you won’t say to a kid.”
The words left Eun-jo in a huff, and immediately his face turned red.
Wait… didn’t that sound a little too much like we’re married?
Meanwhile, Sang-heon acted like it was nothing and led Eun-jo back to the dining table. Sitting at the center was a freshly baked blueberry pie—where he’d gotten it, who knew.
“Waaah!”
It felt like just yesterday they could barely string words together. Now they were practically bouncing with excitement while Sang-heon calmly sliced the pie and placed neat portions on each of their plates.
“Eat carefully. It’s hot.”
Eun-jo wished he could unload the whirlwind of emotions inside him, but now that he’d been pulled into Sang-heon’s fantasy, there was no space for that. He had to find a way out of this—fast. Lost in thought, Eun-jo was snapped back by the toddler on his lap tugging at him.
“Aah… mmph…!”
The kid’s round little bottom wiggled with anticipation, desperate for a bite.
“Ah, sorry. I zoned out.”
“Hurry! Hurry!”
Chuckling, Eun-jo supported the little one and broke off a piece of pie. He gently placed it into the small, waiting mouth. Crunch, crunch—the sound of tiny teeth biting in made him smile.
“Too cute…”
Seriously. Too cute. Ridiculously cute.
Just watching those chubby cheeks move made Eun-jo’s heart ache all over again. And then—warm fingers gently cupped his cheek.
He turned his head and saw Sang-heon standing across from him, his long gray hair—the same shade as the children’s—falling in soft waves.
With his usual indifferent face, Sang-heon parted his lips.
“Ah.”
“……”
“Me too. Hurry, hurry.”
The words were deadpan, but his ears twitched slightly through his hair—and it was oddly adorable.
“Pfft—hahaha!”
Eun-jo popped a bite of pie into his mouth, and the kids watching them absolutely lost it. They erupted into peals of giggles.
Honestly… it was the weirdest damn feeling.
