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"I'm tired?"
"I'm not tired, but you look tired."
"I have the energy to play with you."
"Eat some food, it's getting cold."
"The child resembles me, but his speech is harsh."
"Ugh, what did you say?"
"I'm more affectionate than my brother."
"Okay, I'll give it a shot."
"No, I'm not saying you should hit me, but I'm telling you, right?"
Yoon-ki stroked Joo-yeon's chin and said, "Oh, I see," and "Yeah, okay, okay." He was acting like a child today, especially since he was acting like one. Joo-yeon wasn't the type to just let it slide.
"Yeah, that's right, Yoongi."
"It's annoying again."
"Kiss me."
"Where, ball? Mouth?"
"Wherever Yoongi wants to go."
Yoon-ki puts down his spoon and brings Joo-yeon closer to him. He moves down in that order: forehead, nose, cheeks, and mouth. The children emerge from the room, chanting "Omma, Abba," as if they've finished playing.
"Wow! What the hell is going on??"
"Huh? What?"
As soon as the kids came out, Jooyeon, who had fallen from Yoongi's arms, hugged them. "Do you want some water?" "Huh, just a moment."
Behind such a leading role, Yoon-ki was always watching. Whether it was spring, when cherry blossoms fell, summer, when the sun shone brightly, autumn, when the cold and lonely autumn air blew, or winter, when the sharp winds blew.
But... what is the age difference between them..?
??: You are the author.
Shh ...
??: Write something quickly.
Huh.