"You are my lovely~ lovely~ lovely~ Girlll~
Oh ah- ah -ah
La- La La -Laaa~"
Haneul sang brightly, his voice carrying an innocent, carefree rhythm. His tiny hands moved in sync with his exaggerated facial expressions, completely unfazed by the loud hum of the hair dryer buzzing near his ear. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying the warmth, the heat soothing against his scalp, still damp from his bath.
He sat cross-legged on the sofa, surrounded by a fortress of plushies and scattered toy figurines, while Jihoon stood beside him, carefully running the blow dryer through his soft hair. Haneul blissfully enjoyed the tossing and turning of his damp hair–it was almost like a relaxing massage.
The clock read 7:30 AM on a quiet Sunday morning. Breakfast had been eaten early, and both of them had naturally fallen into their familiar routine, just like any other day.
"Done."
