Blow Eternal Love

Kazoo didn’t fully understand why Cha Eunwoo was crying, but he knew one thing—he didn’t like seeing his father like this.

His little hands, still soft and clumsy, patted Eunwoo’s chest again, this time with more insistence. He blinked up at his father, his dark eyes wide with curiosity and concern.

Then, without warning, he let out a string of baby babbles—nonsensical sounds that had no meaning, but were filled with his tiny determination.

“Ahh-baa! Ooo-da! Pfff—!”

His little lips blew a messy raspberry, and his fingers wiggled in the air as if he were conducting an invisible orchestra.

Cha Eunwoo, still lost in his grief, sniffled. His gaze shifted down, meeting Kazoo’s eager expression.

Kazoo blinked. Then, he did something unexpected.

He lifted his tiny hands high; his signal for being picked up. When Eunwoo hesitated, Kazoo let out a dramatic, exaggerated sigh (as if mimicking an old man tired of waiting). The sound was so absurd coming from such a small body that a ghost of a chuckle escaped Eunwoo’s lips.

Encouraged, Kazoo pushed further. He wiggled his body, making his baby fat jiggle, then smacked his hands against his cheeks in mock surprise.

Eunwoo stared.

Then Kazoo unleashed his secret weapon; his first, clumsy attempt at a giggle. It wasn’t perfect, more like a hiccup mixed with a squeak, but it was infectious.

Eunwoo let out a breath, his lips trembling between a frown and a smile.

Kazoo, seeing this, beamed his biggest gummy smile. But deep inside, he felt something missing.

He wanted an intact family. He wanted both his parents.

He didn’t remember much, but he knew he had a mother before. In some distant past, she was there; warm, comforting. But now, there was only his father, always so close, yet somehow… always alone.

Kazoo didn’t understand why things were this way.

But for now, if he could make his father smile again, even just a little, he would keep trying.

Kazoo, though trapped in the tiny form of a three-week-old baby, could feel the weight of something deep and unspoken lingering in the air between him and his father. He had spent days watching Cha Eunwo, trying to decipher the emotions hidden beneath his strong exterior. And now, as his father finally stopped shedding tears for the woman he once loved, Kazoo sensed a shift—a silent understanding between them.

Cha Eunwo no longer grieved the way he had before. The sorrow was still there, etched in the way his fingers lingered on Kazoo’s tiny hands, in the way his gaze softened whenever he held him. But it no longer consumed him. Instead, what remained was something new—an eternal love, a quiet yet unbreakable bond forming between father and son.

Kazoo, in his helpless infant form, could do little more than coo and reach out, but he was determined to make his father feel that love. He would babble nonsense that sounded like half-formed words, and when Cha Eunwo responded with a smile, Kazoo felt an inexplicable warmth fill his tiny chest. He didn’t need to fully understand everything—why he had been reborn, why his mother was gone, why fate had only left him with this one person by his side. All he knew was that he wanted to keep this connection alive.

Even as Cha Eunwo carried him through the sunlit mornings, whispering little reassurances and playful teases about how handsome they both were, Kazoo knew that love was more than just being together. It was in the silent acceptance of their loss, in the way they found solace in each other’s presence. They would each carry their own thoughts, their own questions, their own unspoken wishes. But as long as they had each other, they would keep moving forward, bound by something greater than grief; an eternal love that neither time nor fate could erase.

At just three weeks old, Kazoo couldn’t fully understand the magnitude of what he was feeling, but there was something deep within him that stirred every time Cha Eunwoo looked at him, held him close, or whispered softly to him. Even in his tiny form, Kazoo sensed an unspoken bond, an eternal love that transcended time and life. It wasn’t a love born from words, but from actions, from the silent comfort he felt in his father’s arms. The warmth that radiated from Eunwoo wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a steady stream of affection that seemed to pulse through Kazoo’s little body, reassuring him that he wasn’t alone, that he had someone who would always be there for him.

Kazoo didn’t have the ability to speak yet, but his tiny fingers knew how to reach out. Every time Eunwoo looked down at him with that gentle, almost fragile smile, Kazoo would give a small, soft giggle—an innocent sound filled with pure joy and love. It wasn’t much, but it was his way of responding, his way of blowing love into the world, even in the form of a baby.

When Kazoo reached out with his chubby hands to touch Eunwoo’s face or tug at the collar of his shirt, it was more than just a random gesture—it was his way of offering everything he couldn’t yet say. His hands, small and unsteady, would rest on Eunwoo’s chest, as if trying to convey the depth of his feelings, his wish that they would always be together. And when he pressed his tiny lips to Eunwoo’s cheek or smiled at him with all the innocence he could muster, it felt like an eternal promise being made: I’m here. I will always be here, in your heart, in your life.

As Eunwoo carried him through the day, Kazoo could feel the love between them growing. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. There were questions neither of them could answer—about his mother, about the life Kazoo had left behind, about the future. But in the moments when Kazoo blew a playful bubble or cooed softly, it was as if he was sending a quiet prayer into the air, a prayer that no matter what, their love would endure.

It was the simplest form of love, untainted by the complexities of the world. But for Kazoo, it was everything. And in that moment, as he gazed up at Eunwoo, he knew: their eternal love had already begun, quietly, unassumingly, and would carry them both through whatever lay ahead.

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