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“Gwanma! Gwama!! Tell me the stowy again!!” The five year old boy jumped on his toes, pulling at his grandmother’s sleeve as she sat in the garden with a book in hand.
“Alright, alright, Cheol-ah. Stop jumping and sit.” She gently pulled the boy onto her lap.
And with a fond sigh began the tale she’d told him countless times before.
“In a forest lived four kind animals who performed acts of charity every full moon.
The otter, the monkey, the jackal, and the bunny. They had practiced the art of giving for many years, until one day.
A sage, weary and hungry, came begging for food on a full moon night.”
“The otter brought fish, the monkey brought nuts and fruit, and the jackal offered lizards and a pot of curd. But the poor rabbit… he had nothing. All he knew was how to gather grass, and grass could not feed a man.”
“So the rabbit built a fire and leapt into it, offering himself as food.”
“But the flames didn’t touch it.”
“The sage was no ordinary man but a deity in disguise. Moved by the rabbit’s selflessness he protected him from harm. And in honor of the rabbit’s virtue, he painted the rabbit’s image on the moon.”
She held onto the boy and pointed at the moon. “Look Cheol-ah, isn’t the moon so pretty?”
“Everytime people look up on a full moon night, the faint shadow of the rabbit’s on the moon reminds us of the rabbit’s sacrifice.”
“Some say the rabbit ascended to the moon to live there forever. And they say other rabbits of pure heart followed, making the moon their home.”
The grandmother’s voice softened. “They say those divine rabbits are still there, even now.”
“And they make wise cakes!!” the boy clapped, a wide smile flashing through the gap of his missing tooth.
His grandmother chuckled. “Rice cakes, you silly boy. If you’re kind enough, maybe one day you’ll meet a moon rabbit yourself.” She ruffled his hair. “And who knows—they just might share a rice cake with you.”
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“Mr. Choi, wake up. I've booked a cab for you.” Chan, his team member, nudged him. He led him inside the cab. “Get home safe, sir.”
It was a Friday. And like every other Friday, the night had ended with cheers, drinking games and nauseating misery.
The team once again decided it was a good idea to grab drinks and relax by playing a few rounds of the most absurd drinking games.
Poor, poor Seungcheol as predicted lost more rounds than he won, only to be wasted by the end.
He stumbled out of the cab and made his way to the front door.
He hummed and sang offkey as he tumbled at each step, “bunny bunnie~ bun-bunny~ BUNNY!” He exclaimed, suddenly pointing at a small figure on the front porch.
A rabbit.
“Where’d you come from, buddy?” Seungcheol grinned, crouching down.
His eyes widened.
“Woah!… you’re glowing!” he slurred, sloppily patting the creature with an idiotic smile. “Cute.”
The rabbit nuzzled into his palm.
Seungcheol chuckled, scooping it up without hesitation.
Seungcheol loved rabbits ever since he was a kid. And strangely every rabbit loved him back equally. He’d raised a few when living with his grandmother, but after she passed, he moved in with his parents—his mother hated rabbits, so having them around was impossible.
“You’re still glowing…” he muttered, frowning for a second. Then he waved it off. Must be the alcohol he thought.
He brought out some carrots from the kitchen and placed them on the floor. “Here you go! Carrots!” he announced proudly. “Stay here while I go bathe, okay?”
But just when he took a step forward the bunny hopped onto his leg.
Seungcheol bent slightly with a soft smile, “You scared?” he reached his hand out with concern and unexpectedly the bunny pressed its face against it—as if it understood what Seungcheol spoke.
“Hmm. Alright,” Seungcheol murmured, smiling. “You can stick close. Just… don’t get into the water.”
Seungcheol carried the rabbit into the bathroom with him. He gently set the bunny on the floor and began stripping his clothes off.
He lowered himself into the bath and soaked his body into the warmth. The day had been long with meetings, presentations and too many drinks. The entire day’s exhaustion slowly creeped in as his mind sobered from the alcohol. His head slowly fell back against the tub, eyes threatening to fall asleep.
But just as he was beginning to drowse off, water splashed right on his face.
The rabbit had leapt into the tub and onto his lap.
“Hey! You shouldn’t get wet!” Seungcheol exclaimed, startled.
He scooped the bunny up quickly, holding it above the water.
But something shifted.
The air around him suddenly felt heavy.
The entire room fogged up, as though it had been turned into a sauna.
Seungcheol’s chest tightened, and an unfamiliar feeling grew.
To make everything even more confusing, the rabbit stirred in his hands. And suddenly its body grew heavier.
“What the—” Seungcheol's voice cracked, breaking into the silence.
The weight in his hand suddenly grew to something more human than that of a tiny creature.The water overflowed and a strange weight embraced around Seungcheol. And just as he wondered if he was no longer drunk—if he was finally losing his mind, the fog cleared.
Where the rabbit had hopped onto moments ago, Seungcheol now felt something else—warmth… something unmistakably human.
Seungcheol’s breath hitched.
His lap, once occupied by soft fur, was now surrounded by bare human legs.
Pale limbs shifted against him, pressing close, embracing him.
Seungcheol’s mind spiraled. Yet he couldn't find an answer to what was happening.
Not a rabbit, but a body. A bare human body was lying flush against his own!
Heat rushed to his face.
Every cell in Seungcheol’s body screamed that he should shove the stranger away, get out of the tub, do something.
Yet his body betrayed him. His hands hovered, then rested on the man’s back, almost on their own, soothing in slow, comforting strokes.
The figure shifted, moving back just enough for Seungcheol to see him properly.
And in that instant, Seungcheol forgot how to breathe.
The man before him was beautiful—too beautiful to be real.
Long black hair clung to his damp neck. Water droplets dripping from the hairtip making him look ethereal.
His features were delicate yet striking, his eyes so soft and innocent—complete contrast to his state at the moment.
Seungcheol’s heart pounded so hard it almost hurt.
The stranger leaned forward again, arms enveloping around him, drawing him into another embrace. This time their bare bodies met fully, skin against skin, and Seungcheol’s awareness sharpened in a jolt—because it wasn’t just limbs pressed together anymore.
Their members brushed.
Heat shot down Seungcheol’s spine immediately.
“W—Wait!” he flushed, pushing the man away with trembling hands.
Water splashed as he stood upright, his body completely bare, his mind a maze of embarrassment, disbelief, and something dangerously close to desire.
Still he backed away.
Seungcheol rushed out of the bathroom, heart beating loud as he made it to his own room. His face burnt when the images from the bath flashed in front of him.
One glance downward only made the heat worse—he was hard.
He decided to calm himself down but his heart wouldn’t stop beating so fast.
‘This all must be some sort of hallucination…yes I was drunk after all’ he told himself.
Yet Seungcheol felt uneasy.
And so to confirm, he went back to the bathroom, this time fully clothed.
He’d expected the room to be empty—no, he hoped for the room to be empty.
But fate was cruel in its own ways and it wanted Seungcheol to suffer at the moment.
When Seungcheol returned to the bathroom, the man was still in the tub, still naked, still with the same innocence in his eyes.
“Who are you— no what are you” Seungcheol at last managed to bring the words out his mouth, though when they did escape they cracked halfway.
The man stared, expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he rose from the tub.
The water droplets running down the smooth curves of his body, glowing over his pale skin.
Seungcheol felt his entire face go hot. He spun around, shoving a towel blindly in the man’s direction.
“Jeonghan,” the stranger said at last.
The man’s voice was sweet and alluring at the same time. Like a siren’s call but by an angel instead.
I must be drunk. I’m definitely still drunk. Seungcheol told himself. He wouldn’t be this way if he wasn’t drunk, he repeated to himself.
And when he felt movement behind him, he threw up a hand to stop it. “Don’t—don’t come closer. Just… answer me.” He swallowed hard. “What are you?”
The man, now loosely draped in the towel, smiled faintly. “A moon rabbit.”
Seungcheol blinked. “A… what?”
His thoughts spiraled. This is insane. I’ve finally lost it. Too much alcohol. Too many stupid games. This is just in my head.
But then the man’s form collapsed. The room once again fogged up, and in a blink, the man was gone.
In his place sat the same small, glowing rabbit, shaking droplets from its fur.
“Hold me,” the rabbit demanded. The voice—it was the same as the man’s.
Seungcheol’s body moved on its own. He scooped the rabbit up and held it against his chest. Seungcheol hated how he couldn't seem to control himself.
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“So… taking into account that you are a moon bunny…what are you doing here?” Seungcheol asked at last.
Right now Seungcheol was sprawled across the sofa with one hand resting on the armrest, while the bunny—Jeonghan or whatever his name was, was sitting on the couch opposite to him.
The bunny stayed quiet before whispering something under his breath.
“Sorry I didn’t quite catch that”
“I ot iked ou” once again Seungcheol couldn’t grasp the words the bunny said.
Seungcheol frowned. “You might wanna speak up, you know.”
Finally, the rabbit turned his face away, back facing Seungcheol. “I got kicked out.”
That made Seungcheol tilt his head in confusion. “You… got kicked out?”
The bunny hummed a reply.
“Why?” Seungcheol asked, his tone gentler than he meant it to be. Jeonghan was unsure, but he almost heard concern in Seungcheol’s voice.
Jeonghan’s ears drooped. “Said I wasn’t divine enough.”
Seungcheol blinked. “Huh? But… don’t moon rabbits ascend because of divine virtues?”
“I didn’t ascend,” Jeonghan whispered. His voice wavered. “I was born on the moon instead…”
Had Jeonghan turned around he would have realized that Seungcheol was no longer sitting on the sofa, far across, but was now on the floor, legs crossed—right behind him.
Seungcheol stroked Jeonghan's soft fur mindlessly.
Jeonghan startled, turned back—and Seungcheol saw it.
Tears rolled out of Jeonghan's reddened eyes.
Seungcheol’s heart twisted at the sight and so, as if it came to him naturally, he hugged the bunny close to his chest.
Jeonghan pressed into Seungcheol’s chest as if he was trying to bury himself in the warmth.
And once again his body shifted—fur to skin, paws to arms as he returned to his human form.
He clung onto Seungcheol tight, enough to feel as though he would never let go.
Seungcheol gently stroked his hair, voice low and soothing. “There, there. It’s okay.”
But Jeonghan only wept harder.
His voice cracked against Seungcheol’s collarbone. “You’re kind,” he sobbed. “They said I was selfish… said I wasn’t like them.” His shoulders trembled as he wept harder.
He pulled back, eyes red, “Teach me.” His fingers curled in Seungcheol’s shirt. “You’re kind! Teach me how to be kinder.” Tears only rolled down his cheeks again.
Seungcheol’s chest tightened. He looked at Jeonghan’s teary eyes for a moment, then exhaled softly. “If I say yes… will you stop crying?”
Jeonghan nodded quickly, almost childlike.
“Okay then.” Seungcheol offered a faint smile.
And then, just as the moment softened, reality hit him hard in the face—Jeonghan was still very, very naked.
Heat shot straight up Seungcheol’s neck. “W-Wait here,” he blurted. “I’ll get you some clothes.” Without another glance, he fled to his bedroom, ears burning.
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“You turned back into a bunny again?” Seungcheol asked, lifting a brow. “You can’t control your transformation, can you?”
Jeonghan’s ears dropped. “Mmn… they cursed me out. So I lost all my divine powers.” His voice was small.
The tone felt too sad. Seungcheol decided not to press. Instead, he exhaled and said, “I’ll set a pillow here. You can sleep on the couch.”
Jeonghan’s eyes widened, trembling with unspoken fear. “Can’t I sleep near you?”
Seungcheol couldn’t bring himself to say no. “…Alright.” He picked the bunny up gently and carried him into his room.
With the lights out, Seungcheol settled in bed hoping this all to just be a strange dream he’ll wake up from.
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Though somewhere in the middle of the night, Jeonghan stirred.
“Too cold,” he whispered, shifting. He hopped onto the bed and curled against Seungcheol’s side.
“Warm.” he smiled.
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The morning light seeped through the curtains.
Seungcheol shifted in his bed unconsciously, only to feel a strange presence lying next to him.
Seungcheol jolted awake. “You—what the—!” He scrambled away, falling right off the bed with a loud thud. “Why the hell are you naked?!” His voice cracked embarrassingly.
Jeonghan blinked down at him, unbothered. “I got cold. And… I can’t seem to turn back into a bunny.” His tone was soft and innocent.
Seungcheol buried his face in his hands, groaning. What have I gotten myself into…
Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed some clothes from his drawer and tossed them in Jeonghan’s direction without looking. “Wear those. Please.”
Then, before his sanity slipped any further, he stormed out of the room.
“So…” Jeonghan smiled at Seungcheol over breakfast, eyes wide with innocence. “When will you teach me to be kinder?”
Seungcheol froze.
He let out a sigh.
He wanted to say kindness is not something that can be taught—it’s something that can only be learnt, but he feared that would only make Jeonghan more upset.
Instead, he asked carefully, “Then… can you tell me why they think you’re not divine enough?”
The light in Jeonghan’s eye dimmed instantly.
Seungcheol knew right away he’d pushed too far.
“…Forget it,” he muttered quickly, searching for a safer path. “Is there anything you want to eat? Something you want to do?”
Jeonghan blinked, his expression softening again. He tilted his head, thinking, then smiled wide with excitement.
“I want to make rice cakes with you!”
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“You—You want to what?” Seungcheol choked on air, face completely flushed.
“Make rice cakes with you!” Jeonghan chirped like an innocent child.
“Do you even know what you’re saying?” Seungcheo’s ears burned, his voice cracking at every word.
Jeonghan frowned, “Of course I do! I want to pound rice ca—”
“Stop!” Seungcheol cried out loud, “Stop with the pounding talks”, His shoulders trembled with embarrassment.
“Why not?” Jeonghan frowned deeper, now sulking like a child. “You asked me what I wanted… Now you’re backing out.” Jeonghan’s voice turned unmistakably sad.
Seungcheol’s heart sank as he looked at Jeonghan’s sad eyes
He sighed in defeat, still very flushed. “Alright come here.”
Jeonghan almost hopped onto him with joy.
“You’re sure about this?” Seungcheol asked, almost unsure.
“Yes!” Jeonghan smiled.
Seungcheol swore under his breath.
He slid one hand gently over Jeonghan’s nape, the other steadying around his waist. And before he could have any more second thoughts on whatever was going on, he tugged Jeonghan closer, pressing their lips like they were missing puzzle pieces that fit perfectly.
Jeonghan felt his heart skip a beat under the sudden heat. His hands curled around Seungcheol’s neck instinctively.
The kiss deepened quickly—nervous, sloppy, yet heated like they had been holding back for far too long. Seungcheol broke away just enough to breathe against Jeonghan’s lips, voice low and breathless. “Open your mouth.”
Jeonghan trembled from the kiss, obeying without hesitation.
Seungcheol kissed him harder, tongue slipping in trying to claim every inch of warmth inside.
He pulled Jeonghan tighter until there was no space left between them.
Just as Seungcheol’s hands slid under Jeonghan’s shirt, Jeonghan yelped, jerking back surprised.
“What was that?” Jeonghan asked, trying to hide how red his face was from all the heat.
Seungcheol froze. Was the kiss so bad that he had to ask what it was? His stomach sank, “A kiss?”
Jeonghan shook his head, his lips still wet and glassly from the kiss, “Why did you do that?” he asked, completely flustered.
“Huh? Because…” Seungcheol frowned, very thrown off. “You said you wanted to have sex.”
Jeonghan’s entire body flushed. He looked as though he would combust any minute. “When—when did I ever say that?!” he cried, voice pitching embarrassingly high.
“You literally said you wanted to make ri—” Seungcheol stopped mid-sentence. And as if he had been hit with a train called sudden realization, his entire face turned red.
“…Oh.”
He ran a hand down his face with a groan, wishing for the ground to split and swallow him alive. “You actually meant you wanted to literally make rice cakes.”
Jeonghan glared at him through his embarrassment, puffed cheeks only making him look more adorable. “Of course I did! What else would I mean?”
Seungcheol wanted to die.
Seungcheol groaned into his hands. “God, I’m sorry. I—” He forced himself to look at Jeonghan, guilt creeping in. “I thought you meant something else. I shouldn’t have—”
“Don’t.” Jeonghan cut him off, voice small but steady. His cheeks burned furiously.
Seungcheol blinked. “…Don’t?”
Jeonghan fiddled with the hem of his sleeve, lips pressing into a thin line before he finally blurted, “I… liked it.”
Seungcheol’s breath caught, his heart kicking hard against his ribs. He almost swore he misheard, but Jeonghan’s flushed face and trembling lashes told him otherwise.
“…You’re going to drive me insane,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, lips breaking into a smile.
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“Come on pound faster!” Jeonghan urged breathlessly. “Faster! Cheol faster!”
Seungcheol froze, mortified. “Can you not say it like that?” His face burned crimson. “The neighbors are going to think—God, they’ll definitely misunderstand. And—wait, Cheol?”
Jeonghan blinked innocently, then gave him a sheepish grin. “I’m divine. I can call you anything I want.” His voice dropped back into gleeful cheer. “Now faster, Cheol!”
Seungcheol groaned but kept pounding at the rice dough, cursing under his breath.
Then Jeonghan abruptly flopped onto the floor with a dramatic sigh. “Ahhh, I’m tired.” He stretched out, eyes glued to Seungcheol’s arms as they flexed with every motion. “Your arms are so big.” His tone turned dreamy. “They look… reliable.”
Seungcheol’s rhythm faltered. He turned away quickly, ears burning. “Stop commenting on my body and come help me finish this!”
“Too tired,” Jeonghan whined, falling onto his back with a pout. “I’ll just cheer for you instead!”
He sat up slightly, circling his hands around his mouth. “Pound harder, Cheol! Faster!”
Seungcheol slammed the wooden pestle down with a loud groan. “For the love of—stop talking like that!”
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“Okay, that’s enough,” Jeonghan said with a satisfied smile. “We can finally shape them!”
Seungcheol watched as Jeonghan’s delicate fingers pressed and turned the warm rice into smooth cakes.
If someone had told him even a week ago that he’d be pounding rice cakes with a moon rabbit and shaping them like this, he would’ve laughed in their face. But here he was. And crazily enough—it was all real.
“Here,” Jeonghan said softly, holding one out to him with a heartfelt smile.
Seungcheol stared at him for a second too long, the rice cake warm in his palm, before a memory surfaced—his grandmother’s voice, fond and faint in the back of his mind:
“If you’re kind enough, maybe one day you’ll meet a moon rabbit yourself. And who knows—they just might share a rice cake with you.”
The words hit differently now.
He sat down beside Jeonghan, rice cake in hand.
“Jeonghan,” he began carefully, “Can you please tell me why you were kicked out?”
Jeonghan’s smile faltered.
“I really want to help you,” Seungcheol pressed gently, his voice softer than before. “So maybe if you tell me why… I can.”
Jeonghan remained quiet. But when he did speak the voice came out quite as if they didn’t wish to escape.
“You’ll hate me too”
“I would never.” Seungcheol said firmly as he stood up and sat opposite to him. He looked Jeonghan in the eye and reassured him with a tiny smile “I can promise you that.”
Jeonghan swallowed hard. “Every rabbit sacrifices something in order to ascend. I hadn’t. Since I was born to two divine rabbits, I was considered divine by birth… not by virtue.” His words cracked faintly at the end.
Seungcheol didn’t interrupt.
“Everyone said it was wrong for me to be divine without ascending. So the luna—our queen—put me to the test.” Jeonghan’s lashes trembled. “She asked what I would do if the weary sage came asking for food, like in the folktale. I told her I’d gather whatever I could.”
He let out a shaky breath. “Then she asked if I would throw myself into the fire for him. And I… I hesitated.”
Tears slipped down his cheeks soundlessly. “So they called me selfish and banished me.”
Seungcheol stayed quiet, his chest ached. He hadn’t even noticed Jeonghan crying until then.
“You hate me too, don’t you?” Jeonghan whispered.
“Never.”
“Liar,” Jeonghan sobbed, covering his face with his hands. “You always asked your grandmother to tell that story again and again—because you loved the rabbit’s kindness.”
Seungcheol reached out, gently pulling Jeonghan’s hands away. His voice was steady, warm. “Jeonghan, you are kind. They were wrong. You aren’t selfish.”
“Fearing death isn’t selfish. And throwing yourself into fire for someone else's sake doesn’t mean you're selfless and kind either.”
“You handed the rice cake to me before keeping one to yourself. Even though it was you who wanted it so desperately. That is an act of kindness.”
Seungcheol’s gaze softened. “Tell me. If we made just one rice cake, what would you do?”
Jeonghan hiccupped through his tears. “…Split it in half.”
“And if it couldn’t be split?”
He hesitated, then whispered, “I’d give it to you.”
“And that's what makes you kind doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know.” Jeonghan's voice came out small and unsure.
“Well I do.” Seungcheol said, his voice soft but sure. And I'll say you are kind. And that you are divine in every way. We all are in some way.”
“Just because we don’t ascend doesn’t mean we aren’t fit to live. It doesn’t mean we aren’t good people.”
“So instead of forcing yourself to do something you don’t like just for the titles ‘kind’ or ‘divine’, do what you truly feel is right.”
Jeonghan’s tears slowed, replaced by a faint smile. “You really are kind, Seungcheol.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Seungcheol chuckled softly. “I haven’t ascended to the moon.”
“You don’t have to,” Jeonghan said, smiling through his now dried tears. “I know you are.”
Seungcheol’s lips curved upward. “And so are you.”
Then he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes playfully. “But tell me—how do you know about my grandmother’s stories?”
Jeonghan’s face turned red. “Oh.” He scratched his cheek, sheepish. “I didn’t… have many friends on the moon. So sometimes I… watched you.”
Seungcheol blinked, then laughed in disbelief. “You spied on me?”
“I—! Not like that!” Jeonghan yelped, ears pink.
“Well,” Seungcheol said, his own cheeks warming, “just so you know… I didn’t make my grandmother repeat the story because I admired the rabbit’s sacrifice. I respected it, sure—but that wasn’t why.”
Jeonghan tilted his head curiously. “Then why?”
Seungcheol hesitated, heat crawling up his neck. “…Because I thought rabbits were cute. And I liked the idea of them making rice cakes. I asked her to tell it again and again so I could fall asleep… dreaming of a moon rabbit giving me rice cakes.”
Jeonghan stared at him for a long second before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “And here I tried so hard to make you like me.” He puffed his cheeks in a pout.
“I like you just fine,” Seungcheol said, smiling despite himself.
“I like you too!” Jeonghan chirped, grinning wide.
Seungcheol’s heart kicked at those words, even though he knew Jeonghan probably didn’t mean it in a romant—
“So can we get married now?”
Seungcheol blinked. “…Eh?”
“Get what now?” Seungcheol asked genuinely, thinking he misheard him.
“Married,” Jeonghan repeated brightly. “I like you, you like me back, so we should get married.”
Seungcheol pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stay calm even as his ears burned red. “Jeonghan, that’s… not how marriage works here on Earth.”
Jeonghan frowned. “Then how does marriage work here?”
“You need to love someone to marry them,” Seungcheol said gently, his lips curling into a soft smile.
“I do love you!” Jeonghan declared without hesitation.
Seungcheol chuckled weakly. “No, you don’t. You don’t even know me.”
“Yes, I do!” Jeonghan announced, “I know everything about you. From your favorite songs to sports, I know them all. I know you like beer over soju but still drink soju with your friends, I know you get clingy when you’re drunk, I know you hate bugs and secretly find bees terrifying. I know you love rabbits but refuse to keep them because losing your pet rabbit when you were nine hurt too much. I’ve watched you all my life, Seungcheol. And every moment, all I felt for you was love.”
Seungcheol’s mouth went dry. He was left staring, dumbfounded, at the moon rabbit who seemed to know him better than anyone alive.
Jeonghan’s voice softened as he fiddled with his sleeves. “I don’t mean to scare you with how much I know. It’s just… you used to smile so dumbly whenever you talked to the rabbits. I couldn’t help but notice you. And even after, I wished so badly I could be your friend. But we were always so far apart… Somewhere along the way, those feelings… changed. I started wishing you and I could be like my mother and father.”
Seungcheol finally found his voice, though it came out low. “Sorry, Jeonghan. But… I don’t really know much about you.”
Jeonghan’s smile faltered. “Right. Sorry.” He stood quickly, but before he could move away, Seungcheol’s hand shot out, warm and steady around his wrist.
“Then let’s get to know each other better,” Seungcheol said with a soft smile.
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“So did they get mawwied?” the five year old asked, eyes wide as she looked up at her father.
“They did,” he said with a gentle smile.
“Did they hab kids like me?” she bounced with excitement.
Her father chuckled, tugging softly at her hair as he began to braid. “Yes, silly. Now sit still so Papa can finish your hair.”
“Papa! Will I ever meet a moon wabbit?” Suman asked, blinking curiously.
“Who knows,” her papa replied, voice warm. “You might’ve already met one.”
From the kitchen came a familiar voice,
“Jeonghan-ah, the rice cakes are ready!”
Jeonghan peeked his head in, beaming. “Alright, princess, get up! Dad made your favorite.” He swept his daughter into his arms with ease, her laughter ringing like bells through their home.
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“Cheolie, let’s make rice cakes tonight?” Jeonghan asked with a mischievous lilt, eyes sparkling.
“You—!” Seungcheol shot him a sharp glare, ears already turning red.