"Hyunjin, can you tell eomma her breath will stink if she does not talk." My son who was sitting in between us on the plane looked at his father then to me.

"Hyunjin-ah, don't listen to appa, eomma always talks to you so eomma's breath won't stink at all." Hyunjin smiles and nods at me making me smile

"Hyunjin, tell eomma if her breath doesn't stink, kiss appa on the cheek." He points his cheek and I briefly sent him a glare then smiled at hyunjin

"Hyunjin-ah tell appa his face stinks that's why eomma won't go near his face." My son's brows creased and turned to his father, his tiny hands made his father bend a little so he can sniff his face making me stifle a giggle.

"Hyujin tell eomma how appa's face smells, smells handsome rig-

"Appa!" Hyunjin cuts him off

"Yes baby?"

"Eomma, can't see?" He waves his hand infront of his face then turned to me, "Eomma, appa *yeogi..." he points at his father. "*Eopda?" My eyes met with seokjin and we blinked at each other. We suddenly hear hyunjin heave out a sigh like he have this huge baggage as he leans back on his seat, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side (*here, *nothing)

"Game, I don't like." He pouts, making us clear our throats. I leaned back on my seat and looked out at the window. Did our son just concluded by himself that we're playing to make him speak for us? Well, he's not wrong. But getting told off by our son like that is kind of embarrassing and funny at the same time. He's just adorable.

I feel a hand on mine and I smiled, clasping hyunjin's hand while the other is holding his father's as the plane starts to move. I looked at hyunjin then to Jin who was calming down hyunjin and whispering to him assuring words.

I blinked and he was not there. It was only me and hyunjin. I hear a familiar windshield laugh and I look in front to see him with  her, and their own family. My heart ached.

A hand on my cheek brought me back to reality, and I found myself staring at a pair of beautiful orbs I came to love. My husband, whom I didn't notice move a seat have hyunjin sit on his lap, facing him as our son lays on his chest, eyes shut and clinging tightly to his father. I didn't even realize he had let go his hold

"Are you ok?" Concern laced on his voice and I nodded. "Just startled."

He removed his hand from my che