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"Yeonwoo, I'm home.” She announced, hanging her coat on the rack. The aroma of warm sugar and spice led her to the kitchen, where she found Yeonwoo with a look of pure concentration. His tongue peeked out from the corner of his mouth as he meticulously decorated the gingerbread cookies.

Four cookies lay before him. Two were gingerbread people, clearly representing him and Haesol, their tiny icing hands clasped together, while above them floated a heart-shaped swirl of red icing. The other two cookies were shaped like cats, one orange and one black. Biscuit, their energetic orange cat and Buttons, their laid-back black cat.

Haesol smiled at the adorable scene before her. Quietly, she crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Yeonwoo let out a surprised squeal, his focus broken. "Haesol?! When did you get back?" he exclaimed, momentarily startled.

"Just now," she murmured, nuzzling her face into his neck and peppering it with playful kisses. Yeonwoo giggled, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "Didn't you hear me call out?" she asked, continuing her ticklish assault, relishing the sound of his infectious laugh.

"Hehehe, I guess not… I was so focused on the cookies that I didn't even hear the front door open." Yeonwoo admitted sheepishly, his cheeks flushing red. He leaned back into her embrace, smiling contentedly as he resumed his work.

"Whatcha doing?" Haesol asked, her voice muffled against his neck as she peered down below. "I'm decorating cookies, obviously," he retorted playfully. Haesol pouted, picking up the gingerbread cookie decorated to look like her. But just as she was about to take a bite, Yeonwoo gasped.

"Haesol, no! You can't eat gingerbread Haesol!" Yeonwoo quickly snatched the cookie away and placed it back on the tray next to gingerbread Yeonwoo. "You can eat the other cookies I made, not these ones. These cookies are special," he huffed, meticulously rearranging gingerbread Haesol's tiny icing hands to interlock with gingerbread Yeonwoo's once again.

"Alright, alright, I won't eat her. They’ll be spared, for now." Haesol chuckled, straightening up and gently kissing his cheek before heading towards the dining table.

"Don't you worry, that evil woman will never dare to tear you two apart, ever again.” Yeonwoo murmured to the gingerbread couple, before sneaking a quick glance at Haesol. 

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"But oh no… she’s hot," he gulped, watching Haesol gently scratch behind Biscuit's ear, the orange cat purring contentedly at her touch. Yeonwoo couldn't help but admire Haesol in her uniform, sleeves casually rolled up and the top two buttons of her blouse undone, revealing a hint of her cleavage. A blush crept up his neck.

"I can feel your eyes on me,” Haesol chuckled, catching him in the act with a knowing smirk. Yeonwoo's face turned an unnatural shade of red. "N-No, you didn’t!" he exclaimed, immediately averting his eyes and grabbing his piping bag to pretend he was still decorating.

"Oh, really?" Haesol purred, slowly creeping up behind him, her warm breath tickling his neck. Yeonwoo squeezed his eyes shut, his hands trembling as he tried to ignore her hand gently tracing circles on his hip. "I don't mind you staring at me, love. I do it to you all the time," she whispered, giving his hip a playful squeeze. Yeonwoo let out a surprised squeak.

"Haesol, stop teasing me. I’m trying to focus..." he pouted, glancing up at her, only to see Haesol smirking down at him. Yeonwoo's ears flushed red, and he playfully pushed her head away, flustered.

"If I'd known you were just going to tease me like this, I never should’ve married you," he huffed, resuming his decorating on the cat-shaped cookies. "You love me, that's why you married me~" Haesol hummed, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"Unfortunately…" Yeonwoo sighed dramatically. 

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" she questioned, raising her eyebrow. "That's it, get over here."

Yeonwoo gasped as Haesol spun him around, causing his piping bag to clatter to the counter, splattering icing on his apron. But before he could protest, Yeonwoo dissolved into uncontrollable laughter as Haesol showered him with ticklish kisses. "Haesol, stop itt~" he managed between giggles, pushing his hands playfully against her chest, but it was no use. She was far stronger than him, and her grip on his waist remained firm.

"Hehehe! I-I'm sorry, please have mercy on me!" Yeonwoo laughed as the endless ticklish sensations finally ceased. He leaned against her chest, breathless from laughter. And practically melted as Haesol began to stroke his hair. "I love you, Haesol," Yeonwoo murmured contentedly.

"I love you too, more than anything," she whispered back, her fingers gently tilting his chin upward. Leaning down, Haesol captured his lips in a tender kiss. Yeonwoo sighed softly, wrapping his arms around her neck and smiling into the kiss, feeling utterly at peace.

Haesol’s tongue probed against Yeonwoo’s, and he eagerly welcomed her in, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. Breathless, Yeonwoo reveled in the moment. He didn't want to stop, he just wanted to keep kissing.

A soft whine escaped him as Haesol reluctantly pulled away, a glistening thread of saliva connecting their tongues. “Why’d you stop?” he pouted, glaring up at her with mock annoyance.

“I can’t have you fainting on me from the lack of air again, babe.” Haesol chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Besides, weren’t you going to finish decora—“ Haesol was suddenly cut off her sentence just as Yeonwoo, rose onto his tiptoes and pulled Haesol into another deep kiss.

When he finally pulled away, Haesol was left flustered, while Yeonwoo giggled at her expression, feeling satisfied. "Okay, you can go upstairs and change out of your uniform, while I finish up with decorating," he chirped, kissing her cheek before turning back to clean up the splattered icing.

“AHH!!”

"Haesol, w-what are you doing?!" Yeonwoo yelped as Haesol swept him off his feet, spinning him around to face her. "Put me dow—mhhn~" he moaned, instinctively wrapping his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist. "Haesol…" he whined, struggling weakly against her grip.

"Your tempting me,” Haesol murmured against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Yeonwoo practically shrieked in embarrassment as she started to grope his ass. Just then, Biscuit and Buttons came running down into the kitchen, drawn by the sudden, loud commotion. Biscuit tilted his head, observing them with wide, curious eyes, while Buttons yawned, unimpressed by their display.

"Haesol, not in front of our kids!" Yeonwoo scolded, weakly hitting Haesol's chest, his face burning with embarrassment as she continued to nibble on his neck while playfully squeezing his sides.

"Fine," she huffed, turning sharply and marching upstairs into their bedroom with Yeonwoo slung over her shoulder. He covered his face with his hands, his legs kicking uselessly behind him, but his protests were futile once they reached the bedroom.

The sound of Haesol dropping him onto the bed was then followed by the distinct click of the door locking shut. Upstairs, Biscuit and Buttons paused at the doorway, exchanging a knowing glance. With a soft yawn, Buttons stretched languidly and sauntered back downstairs into the living room, while Biscuit followed behind her.