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After dinner, it was finally time for just the three of them.
The moment Sehee sat on the sofa, Youngjun held out his newly acquired car blocks.
After she unwrapped them, she couldn’t take her eyes off Youngjun as he sat under the sofa, assembling the blocks.
She had wanted to raise him ordinarily.
It was clear that the blood of the Seo family men flowed in Youngjun, her son.
He grew fast and spoke fast. He skillfully assembled blocks that even adults found difficult, just by looking at the pictures in the instructions, with his tiny, delicate hands.
Such a sight was both endearing and a little worrying.
Just then, a large hand wrapped around the back of her small head, pulling her closer.
Lips, now intimately close, whispered to Sehee in a husky voice.
“Where are you looking, Joo Sehee? You should be looking at your husband.”
His languid, half-closed dark eyes captured her gaze.
Soon after, hot lips deeply interlocked.
This man’s kisses, which relentlessly assaulted her whenever their eyes met, carried an unchanging desire.
The same was true for Sehee.
Even in their fourth year of marriage, their affection, far from cooling, grew more tender, fervent, and passionate.
Just looking at this man made her heart pound, and even the slightest touch made her body react, awakening her senses.
He had become a married man, a father, and was now in his mid-thirties. Yet, with his natural genetics and meticulous self-care, Kang-joon had become even more captivating and sensual.
Regardless of age, any woman would want to steal a glance at him and feel her heart race.
Would the day ever come when she grew tired of this man?
Such vague thoughts ended there as his skilled movements explored her mouth.
Sehee’s eyes slowly closed as her slender fingers buried themselves in his fine black hair.
Heat, radiating from her heart, spread through her entire body like sweet cotton candy.
The moment she was about to let go of the last thread of her rationality, something wrapped around her leg.
Youngjun, who had been sitting below, hugged Sehee’s leg tightly.
Sehee, remembering her son’s presence, pushed his firm chest with her hand.
She glared at his deeply clouded dark eyes, not in a hateful way.
“You always bewitch me like this. We agreed to only have verbal conversations when it’s just the three of us.”
Kang-joon reluctantly leaned back, faced with Sehee’s resolute gaze and expression, as if she hadn’t just been flushed.
His hand slowly smoothed back his disheveled hair, languidly. As if the act just moments ago still lingered.
But the tone of his voice, through his lips, was cool and calm.
“Think of it as early education. How good parents’ relationship should be, and how a husband should cherish and love his wife. If he’s my son, he needs to know and learn it properly.”
“To a three-year-old?”
“Old habits die hard.”
At Kang-joon’s unhesitating reply, Sehee finally burst into laughter. If only he couldn’t talk.
“Because you keep kissing me whenever you see me, Youngjun does too. He tries to kiss anyone he sees, even Grandmom, Grandfather, the sitter, and even Jingyeong and Kyungjin.”
“Oh, I need to educate him properly.”
His gently curved lips approached Sehee’s ear, whispering. He said he needed to teach him that kisses are only for one woman, like his dad.
Sehee’s expression was serious as she looked at Kang-joon, who was as smooth as an old fox. Her three-year-old son was treated like an adult, while she, at 32, was treated like a child.
It was touching that she was still this man’s first priority, yet also a little disheartening. This man, so affectionate only to her, was too cold and rational towards his son.
Still, he was their child, born so difficultly that she had seen stars and almost died.
“Dad, help me.”
Only then did Kang-joon’s gaze slowly turn to Youngjun.
What Youngjun held out to Kang-joon were blocks that adults assembled as a hobby.
Specifically, small and complex blocks to build a sleek sports car.
In cases like this, it truly was “like father, like son.”
He was terribly indifferent to what didn’t interest him, but terribly obsessed and focused on what did.
This car assembly seemed a bit difficult; he had tried this and that without success, so he was asking his dad for help.
Kang-joon got off the sofa and sat beside Youngjun, saying,
“Seo Youngjun, I’ll show you once, so watch carefully.”
“Can’t you teach me this much more?”
Even with Youngjun’s cute voice and sparkling eyes that melted her heart just by looking at them, Kang-joon was firm.
“Youngjun, not every opportunity comes ten times. So get into the habit of succeeding at everything on the first try. That’s how you’ll be my son.”
Sehee worried it might be too much of a Spartan education, but she didn’t interfere.
Just as she had her own parenting style, Kang-joon would have his own way too.
Sehee also wanted to respect this man, who accommodated her in everything, in every aspect.
With such a mindset, they had never even nagged each other during their four years of marriage.
“I’m Seo Kang-joon’s son!”
Kang-joon looked at Youngjun, who answered spiritedly, with a satisfied smile and then deliberately moved his hands slowly to show his son how to assemble the blocks.
Youngjun’s eyes, focusing on his dad’s movements unlike a typical three-year-old, were surprisingly serious. As if to say that, according to his dad, there were no second chances, so he wouldn’t miss anything.
If Youngjun quietly asked “uh-oh,” Kang-joon’s large hand would pause for a moment.
He would disassemble the blocks he had just put together, reassemble them, and check the child’s expression with his eyes. To see if the child understood, if they could move on to the next step.
Sehee quietly watched the father and son, who continued their bond with little verbal interaction, today as well.
Youngjun, who had been quietly watching his dad’s hand movements, reached out.
He took the blocks from the large hand and began to assemble them himself.
Each time Youngjun assembled a block, looking at the picture instructions, he would look at Kang-joon.
If Kang-joon nodded, he would clap and laugh; if Kang-joon shook his head, he would reassemble the block.
Kang-joon was now showing his son the same patience and perseverance he only showed Sehee.
Sehee couldn’t help but smile, watching the unique and subtle bond between father and son.
Just then, Yeon-sook called on her phone.
[Sehee, Mom’s coming to pick up Youngjun now.]
As if he heard the conversation, Kang-joon slowly began,
“Tell her you’re putting him to bed a little late tonight.”
Yeon-sook and Sehee were both flustered simultaneously by this unprecedented situation.
Unless his son was sick, Kang-joon was a man who strictly guarded their couple’s time.
His reason was that while the role of parents was important, the role of spouses was also crucial.
Yeon-sook, deeply fond of Youngjun, wanted to sleep with her grandson in her arms every day.
But today seemed to be a rare exception.
Even Kang-joon seemed pleased with his son, who was assembling blocks of a few upgraded difficulty levels.
It was past 10 PM when Youngjun completed the supercar block assembly with his tiny, delicate hands.
Watching the father and son share proud smiles, looking at each other, Sehee felt the day’s stress and fatigue melt away.
This is why people get married. This is why they have children and build a family.
It was also the moment she realized her worries had been futile and her feelings of hurt misplaced.
Kang-joon was simply loving his son in his own way.
Only after Yeon-sook took Youngjun away at 11 o’clock did the couple’s time finally return.
The calm in his eyes instantly clouded with warmth as the door closed.
As if he had been waiting only for this moment.
It was time to temporarily set aside the role of Youngjun’s dad and be faithful as Joo Sehee’s husband and man.
Sehee willingly welcomed her man, who charged at her like a wild beast unleashed.
It was time to fiercely warm and distort the serene night, filled with cool air.
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After Youngjun’s first birthday, Mija suddenly became unwell.
She was immediately admitted to a university hospital in Seoul and spent a long time there.
No matter how busy they were, the couple visited the hospital together once a week, and Mija always said casually,
‘I’ve lived long enough, and now I have no regrets dying. A person leaving should feel at ease knowing they’ll be sent off when it’s time.’
And then, one night in spring, when the last cold snap was unusually bitter, they received a call from the hospital.
At that call, all members of the Hanshin family rushed to the hospital.
Even with the shadow of death cast, Mija calmly bid farewell to each person. She said thank you and asked them to take good care of her granddaughter.
But when she looked at her granddaughter, Mija finally shed tears.
‘Sehee, don’t ever cry because of Grandma, and always be happy. That’s Grandma’s last wish.’
Watching Sehee quietly nod, Mija peacefully and calmly took her last breath.
With a smile she had never once shown, etched on her face in her final moments.
The couple willingly honored Mija’s last wish, who insisted on cremation, saying she didn’t want to bother them even in death.
Mija became a handful of ashes, scattered across the wide world.
And Sehee endured everything calmly from beginning to end. Mija’s death, the funeral, even the final moment of eternal farewell.
Sehee’s pale and gaunt small face was terribly composed and calm.
Looking at his wife, Kang-joon thought.
If only she had cried bitterly. He hated Joo Sehee’s tears terribly, but he wished she would have cried, just this once.
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Even after arriving home, Sehee was surprisingly calm and composed. So much so that it was painful to watch.
When Yeon-sook carried Youngjun to the main house, a faint exhaustion finally spread across Sehee’s face.
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep a bit,” Sehee mumbled to Kang-joon and headed for the bedroom.
He wanted to follow her, embrace her, and put her to sleep, but her small turning shoulders were resolute. As if saying she wanted time alone.
At that quiet and stubborn message, Kang-joon stared blankly at the firmly closed door.
But that was only for a moment. Kang-joon abruptly opened the bedroom door without knocking.
The slight tremor of the small figure, covered by white sheets on the bed, shook his vision.
I knew this would happen.
Hiding in her own small space, Sehee was silently weeping.
Kang-joon strode forward with long legs and pulled back the sheets.
He pulled Sehee, curled up like a shrimp, into his arms and buried his lips in her hair.
“You can cry all you want in front of me.”
“...”
“I won’t tell your grandmother.”
Joo Sehee’s tears were like a well-sharpened blade to Kang-joon.
Even if that blade would painfully stab and mutilate his heart, he wished for it, just this once.
“Hmph.”
Feeling the hot tears soaking his chest, Kang-joon thought.
I hope these are Joo Sehee’s last tears.
He continuously and gently stroked her slender, trembling back.
The trembling subsided, and Sehee looked up at Kang-joon with wet eyes.
As he silently gazed down at her, her lips, wet like her eyes, parted in a whisper.
“I’m so glad you’re my husband.”
What was it about this woman’s simple words that made his chest so tight?
As always, there was only one answer.
Because it was love.
That’s why at this woman’s slightest glance or gesture, at her laughter and tears, his blood would run cold, his heart would wither, and then beat so powerfully again.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me first.”
Kang-joon chuckled instead of answering.
For whose sake would I die first? When even a single glance from another bastard makes my blood boil.
“Don’t worry. I’ll live longer than Joo Sehee, even if it’s just for one day. And I’ll be tenacious about it.”
He didn’t want to imagine Joo Sehee without him by her side, not for even a single day.
Of course, he knew it was extreme possessiveness and obsession.
Yet, he didn’t want to stop it until his dying breath.
She was the woman he had staked his entire life and heart on; it was only right to show that level of obsession and possessiveness.
Kang-joon buried his lips in her delicate neck, where her pulse fluttered.
The soft touch and sweet scent of her skin brought blood back to his withered heart.
Like the heart of a vampire that had just fed.
In an instant, his desire, heated intensely, made Kang-joon mutter self-deprecatingly,
“I’m nothing but a beast.”
A perverted beast at that.
To his wife, who had gone through something difficult, to see those painfully wet eyes and still be like this...
As always, it was Joo Sehee who unleashed Kang-joon’s self-control, which he tried desperately to maintain.
“What if I want that sexy beast right now?”
Her slender hand provocatively snaked inside his shirt and moved.
How could this enchanting witch be so annoyingly cunning and prim, yet so utterly bold when she wanted to be?
This is why I lose my mind.
Rustle, rustle. Clothes fell to the floor by the bed as their quickened breaths intertwined.
As always, Kang-joon was helpless before Joo Sehee.
Nevertheless, in the final moment, there was something that surfaced like a trauma.
Joo Sehee writhing in pain when giving birth to Youngjun, the fear and terror of that moment.
With such a strong resolve, he had successfully endured his wife’s temptations for a second child every time, and he intended to do so now.
Until he met Joo Sehee’s wet eyes as she urgently reached for the bedside table.
When Kang-joon, at the limit of his patience, furrowed his brows, Sehee quietly shook her head.
Let’s just do it, us.
Who knew tear-filled eyes could be so alluring?
“...Damn it.”
It was a self-deprecating mumble, casually thrown out at his own weakness.
As his large hand, which had reached for the bedside table, dropped, Sehee, as if she had been waiting, interlaced her fingers with his.
She pulled him closer, enveloped him warmly, and whispered sweetly into his ear,
This time, I will give you, Seo Kang-joon, the best gift.
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