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       Eunha's spirits were higher since she had spent some time with Yunho a few days ago. He always knew how to cheer her up, no matter the dark places in her that shackled her.        She woke up to Jongho's sleepless face, ate breakfast that Wooyoung so graciously provided her, and spent the rest of her morning in Mingi's garden. The tall vampire hadn't stopped by, so she kept herself busy removing weeds and watering them.        They rarely get to drink water since his literal green thumb kept their livelihood. But she still finished before noon, instead traversing outside to feel the cool November air. The sun was hidden behind a think blanket of clouds, masking its warmth. She didn't stay outside for long, her exposed skin now littered with goosebumps from the cold. It was quiet in the castle today, and had been since she woke up. She hadn't seen any of the others besides the two this morning. Eunha aimlessly traveled down the maze of hallways until she reached the library. She peeked inside one of the open doors to find the person she knew would be here. Yeosang was doing his usual rearranging and dusting the shelves, but not quite oblivious to her presence. "Hello, my Persephone. What are you up to?"        She walked over to him, picking up one of the books laid in a pile near him. "Bored out of my mind. Everyone disappeared." His beautiful laugh rang in the room like a tune. "Came to see if I could at least find you." "Well, I don't spend all of my time here." He turned to face her, placing another book in the pile she took from. "I've actually being doing something more useful with my time." Yeosang grabbed the book she was flipping through and sat it down before grabbing her now empty hand. "Follow me." She had no other choice as he began to walk away and out of the library. His room was only a few doors down the corridor. But it was still far enough to put her out of breath. She sat down while he grabbed something off his desk. It was the journal she gifted him. It peeked her interest immediately, wondering what he had written. "I know you wanted me to write my own story for once. But I found it to be more useful of something else."        He sat beside of her and opened to the first page. The top was blank, but clearly it was missing a heading as it was underlined. And below it read To the child of Bin Eunha and Kim Hongjoong. Her eyes widened in shock but kept reading.

This book is comprised of the events before, leading up to, and after your birth. Written by your parents, and your silly uncles.

       The rest was blank, but it filled her heart with warmth. "I thought it would be nice for them to read when they got older. We can write whatever we want in it." She faced the blonde vampire with a huge smile and hugged him.        "This is amazing. You didn't have to do this." He pulled her closer, caressing her soft hair. "I know. But I have plenty of time to write my own novel." She hummed in response. "Thank you." He let the hug go on for a bit longer before he pulled away, standing back up and making his way to his wardrobe. He pulled out a box and some cloths. "I also thought... well. I've already started but.." He seated himself beside of her again and handed her some of the clothing. "I thought it would be nice for us to make their clothing." They were folded neatly in a pile, but she grabbed the one on top. It was a white outfit, one that could only be worn by a small child. A baby. "I did a few random colors since we aren't sure of the sex, but I also made some in pink and blue." The vampire was obviously nervous rambling while she observed the clothing. "And I wasn't sure if you knew how to knit, so if you'd like I could teach you." Eunha finally sat the cloth down and stared at him. He wasn't the one who could read facial expressions, and her body language wasn't giving him any hints. This made him stop talking, waiting for her to add something. Tell him she loved or hated it. "You really are the kindest and most gentle person I've ever met. You surprise me more and more each day I spend with you." Her response wasn't what he was expecting, but it almost lifted a weight off his shoulders. "I love them, Yeosang I really do. This is... this is brilliant. And very kind of you. Thank you." "No need to thank me. We can't wait to meet this little one. And I want to do everything I can for you and Hongjoong." Eunha grabbed his hand and squeezed it a few times. "You said something about me not knowing how to knit? What kind of idiot do you take me for?" She let go of his hand to lightly punch his arm. "Of course I know how to knit. I can sew too."

They spent the rest of the evening knitting away on his bed, and they seemed to have turned it into a race. Obviously Yeosang could have won, but he gave her a fighting chance and didn't use his speed.        And he was soon wishing he did. He's never seen her fingers move so fast. And he was rushing to catch up. So much he missed an entire row of stitches. "You sure you made these?"        "Yeah, I did. Why?" He hadn't seemed to notice his mess up, not until he looked her in the face and seen she had stopped. She was looking down at his progress, and that's when he noticed. "Shit."        "Okay, maybe we shouldn't race. They look better when you take your time." The two giggled at each other while he unraveled the cloth to restart.        "You might be right. But only this once." He teased.        "Hey! It was your idea to race in the first place. You just can't take that I can do something better than you." Yeosang's mouth fell agape at her accusation.        "As if. You just got scared you'd lose." The vampire couldn't hold back the massive smile that sprawled across his face, but she held hers longer. She narrowed her eyes at him while her lips pursed up, letting go of one of the needles to push him.        He let himself flop over on the bed, conceding defeat. "Don't start with me. You're fighting two-to-one. And I have a feeling you'll lose."        Yeosang pulled her down to the bed to even their gaze, pulling a soft sound from her once she hit the mattress. She could have played the game longer, but left it behind with the knitting.        His birthmark was on full display, now that his hair was lying gracefully on the bed. And her gaze fell on it, her hand now reaching to touch it. And he let her.        For the first time in his life, has he let someone touch his birthmark. Because she didn't see its abnormality, she didn't see it as an imperfection. But only what she could call a beauty mark.        "Hades.. you sure are heavenly."