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The living room was a world of its own — dim and golden beneath the low ceiling of blankets strung up between chairs and couch cushions. Pillows lined the floor in uneven piles, and fairy lights blinked lazily above like stars pretending to twinkle.
Jay and Jungwon lay side by side on the makeshift mattress, legs tangled beneath a shared throw blanket. Between them, nestled half-on each parent, were Haerin and Haru — sleepy and warm, limbs flopped wherever they landed.
The storybook lay open across Jay and Jungwon’s chests, each of them using a hand to steady its weight. Haru’s head rested just below Jay’s collarbone, while Haerin’s cheek was tucked into the space between Jungwon’s shoulder and neck. Small, safe, and still a little sticky from dessert.
Jay read first, voice low and steady:
“Once upon a time, there was a bear who lived in a cozy cabin, and every day, he made something different for breakfast — pancakes on Monday, waffles on Tuesday...”
Haru let out a muffled sound of approval. “Wish we were that bear,” he yawned.
Jungwon smiled and picked up the next page.
“The bear wasn’t alone, though. He had a best friend — a fox who was quiet and clever, and always knew how to fix broken things.”
Haerin stirred and mumbled, “Like Appa,” without opening her eyes.
Jay raised his eyebrows at Jungwon, who just shrugged, blushing slightly.
They kept reading, switching every page. Their hands brushed occasionally as they turned them, quiet laughter tucked in between lines of the story. Haru’s fingers were curled into Jay’s shirt. Haerin’s legs had drifted across Jungwon’s hip.
The fairy lights cast a gentle glow, flickering like faraway stars above them. Haru's hand had gone slack where it once clutched Jay’s shirt, and Haerin let out a tiny sigh, curling closer to Jungwon’s chest.
Jay tilted his head slightly, careful not to shift too much beneath Haru’s weight. “They're out.”
Jungwon nodded, his voice no more than a breath. “Didn’t even make it to the last page.”
“I think we’ve read that one a hundred times,” Jay whispered, smiling into the ceiling.
“And you still do the voices,” Jungwon teased, turning just enough to meet his eyes.
Jay grinned. “You love the voices.”
“I love you,” Jungwon corrected.
That quieted them both for a second. The kind of silence that wasn’t empty — it was full, deep, settled like warmth between their ribs.
“I miss this,” Jay said finally. “Not just the fort, I mean… this. All of us. At the same time. Not rushing, not distracted. Just—here.”
Jungwon traced a slow circle on Haerin’s back. “Me too. We should make more room for it.”
“We should demand it,” Jay whispered. “Steal it, even.”
Jungwon let out a soft laugh, then leaned over to kiss Jay lightly — slow and still, the kind of kiss you give when you’re too tired to say all the words but feel them anyway.
“Let’s not wait so long next time,” he murmured.
Jay stared at the ceiling of blankets above them, whispering, “I hope they remember this.”
“They will,” Jungwon murmured, glancing sideways at him. “I will.”
Jay shifted slightly, just enough to kiss Haerin’s head. Jungwon did the same with Haru.
The book stayed where it was — open and unfinished, like maybe they'd read it again tomorrow.
And for a while, the only sounds were the low hum of the heater and the breathing of the people they loved most — tangled together in a fort of blankets, storybooks, and the kind of peace you don’t always recognize until you’re lying in the middle of it.