The heavy front door clicked shut, sealing out the loud, chaotic world outside, and Juhoon let out a long, quiet breath.He didn't look like a famous idol right now. He had completely ditched the CORTIS studio, leaving Martin, Keonho, James, and Seonghyeon behind the very second he got a tiny break in his grueling schedule. He was wearing his oversized, faded gray hoodie—the one you loved to steal—and his hair was messy from practice. The moment his eyes landed on you, the tight, tired line of his shoulders instantly relaxed. A soft, incredibly gentle smile broke across his face, lighting up his eyes in a way he only ever saved for you.Before you could even fully stand up from the couch, he crossed the living room in three quick strides. He didn't just hug you; he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you like you were the only solid thing in his world."I missed you so much," he mumbled against your skin, his voice a low, sweet rumble. He breathed you in deeply, just holding you tight for a long, quiet moment until he was sure he wasn't dreaming.Slowly, he shifted, lifting you up so gently it felt like you were weightless. He sat down on the plush couch first, settling you sideways across his lap so your legs rested over his thighs, pulling you flush against his chest. His large, warm hands immediately found their way under the hem of your shirt, his palms resting flat against the soft, subtle three-month curve of your belly.He leaned down, pressing his lips so softly against your stomach, letting out a contented sigh that warmed your skin."Hi, little one," he murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, mushy tone that always made your heart melt. "Daddy's finally here. Were you being good for mommy today?"Looking down at his dark hair resting against your stomach, you couldn't help but smile, remembering the day you told him. You had waited so anxiously for him to come home from his long tour, holding the positive test in your hands with a racing heart. When you finally handed it to him, Juhoon had completely lost all his words. The boy who had bravely stood his ground against HYBE's executives, risking his entire career just to keep your secret marriage safe, looked completely helpless.His eyes had filled with tears almost instantly, wide with a devastating, beautiful shock. “Wait... really? A baby?” he had whispered, his lower lip trembling as a bright, breathless laugh broke through his tears. He had pulled you into his lap right then, burying his face in your chest as he cried happy, messy tears, whispering over and over how much he loved you, how he was going to be the best dad in the world.Now, three months later, that same soft, overwhelming love was in every single touch. Juhoon leaned up, resting his chin on your shoulder so he could look at you, his thumb tracing tiny, soothing circles on your belly. His eyes were incredibly warm, crinkling at the corners."I tried so hard to focus during the new choreography today," he whispered, a little pout forming on his lips as he nuzzled your cheek. "But James kept yelling at me because I kept turning the wrong way. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to run home to my beautiful wife and our baby." He says as he gently pats your back.