Ever since Saeyoung had been allowed back into the computer room after his injury, you had developed a new cute habit. You would leave him sticky notes on his computer at random times during the day when you were home. He never caught you doing it, but it had started to have a bit of a Pavlovian effect on his heart whenever he spotted your little notes. The sight of the little chibi version of you (based off of the emoticons Saeyoung had created for you to use in the chatrooms) in the corner of the white notes would bring a smile to his face.

They never had much written on them. Usually it was just little reminders such as appointments he needed to keep, or information to look up for you. Not that he really needed to be reminded, but he didn't mind. Sometimes they were little notes expressing love and encouragement. To keep Saeyoung's mind focused knowing that you were cheering for him. He caught himself more than once tracing your handwriting with his finger and his mind.

His favorite post-it notes, though, were your "challenges" for him. They would be written in bright red always and sometimes extended to more than one note at a time. The topic for the challenge was always random, so he never knew what to expect from you. One time you had given him a long math equation that he had to graph within a time limit and send a picture to you of its completion. "I'll know if you cheat!" your note had declared. He never knew where you found the time to think of the silly graphing equations (especially since you were definitely not as into math or as good as Saeyoung himself was at it), but the problems were creative enough for him.

Other challenges consisted of him using his memory. "Do you recall why I like this movie versus this movie?" or "What happened at our wedding in Florida that nearly gave Jaehee a coronary?" The harder challenges were ones where he had to leave the house and do something very specific. Sometimes embarrassing himself in public. Sometimes going to an event that he otherwise would not visit. Harder still was convincing Saeran to come on some of the adventures.

Saeyoung was aware of why you had started the sticky notes. You didn't want him to become bored. You wanted him to think or do something else. Have a change of pace. Because of his life in the agency, there was a lot of stuff he had done that others had not. But also because of his time in the agency, there were a lot of things that other people had experienced that Saeyoung had not. Saeran even more so. Of course he was only involved because you were very much aware Saeran wouldn't do anything you challenged him to do without prompting. Hence why Saeyoung was used.

He loved it. He loved you for thinking of him even when you were busy with your own work. You were distracted as of late, he had noticed, but you still had yet to tell him why. You always told him "Later. Later I'll tell you. It's nothing bad, babe." Your notes to him and the process of starting up his own business were enough of a distraction for him that he allowed your excuses to slide, but it was always in the back of his mind.

When Saeyoung reached a point in his work where he had to wait more than do anything else, you had issued him a new challenge. "Make me a dating sim game like you promised." Your note had ordered, followed by another cheeky note that said "Good luck~". You didn't specify what kind of dating sim you had wanted, so he made all of the dating options and storylines as ridiculous as possible before he sent the finished product to you. He heard your loud exclamation of laughter from the other room as you discovered the "main guy" of the game was actually Longcat.

"Do you think that people would want robots to date?" Saeyoung asked one night as you two had spooned together, the sweat drying on your skin. Your fingers played with his as he kissed your exposed neck. You had decided to keep your hair short for a longer while, it'd seemed.

You had laughed at his question. "Of course! Robot lovers everywhere!"

"Ahh, but if I make robot lovers they'll need to be fuckable." He had lamented.

"What kind of fool makes a robot you can't fuck?" You had asked, and he could tell by the playful dip in your tone of voice that you were quoting something. Most likely from Tambler.

"That's true." He had confessed. It was something to consider. He would need the right parts, and it would be difficult to come up with an algorithm for it. Chances are that there were others who had already attempted such a feat, so he would need to do some research on that. It would cost a lot of money to buy the materials necessary, but maybe he could go through Jumin's company for that. He would have to hack into C&M's computer to find out where their connections laid at.

"You're considering it, aren't you?" You'd asked sleepily. You had already started to fall asleep in his arms. Judging by his own state of creeping exhaustion, it was about time for you to go to sleep. He would follow along shortly after he had finished thinking.

"Well . . . it's a different type of toy . . ." He had joked. You snort of laughter had only set him off giggling too.

Today you two had a very slow game of tic-tac-toe going. You had pasted it on his computer with a single X in the boxes, and he had marked down his spot afterwards. You only added your next X to it when you could sneak into the room when he wasn't in there, so the game was dragging on. He decided to get up and use the bathroom so you had time to respond to it.

He saw you on the couch reading again. He was tempted to go over and collapse onto your lap. He felt a little starved for your attention considering he had been on the computer for a long time that day, but there were still some things he needed to finish up. And if he laid down on the couch with you, chances were that he wouldn't have the motivation to get back up. At least the itch wasn't as bad as it had been before the two of you had moved in together. Now he could cuddle up to you almost whenever he wanted.

When he came back from the bathroom, you were still on the couch but he could tell you had moved over a bit. He bit back a smile as he entered his computer room only to discover that there was more than just the game post-it. He looked back at you through the glass window that separated the computer room from the living room and noticed that you were glancing at him. You ducked your head quickly back to your book.

"Su-spi-cious~" Saeyoung sang under his breath as he picked up the note to read, plopping himself down in his chair and spinning from the momentum of it. The note looked almost hastily-scrawled on, your letters messier than they usually were. Not like your "professional" challenges.

What would you name our child(ren) when we have some?

Every nerve in Saeyoung's body was electrified. Not because you were asking about children (although that was definitely part of it), but because of the keyword you had put in there. "When", it had said. Which meant you had gone from considering children to being certain. You wouldn't write something like that unless you were certain.

He swallowed thickly, his mind blank of any names as suddenly he recalled your thoughtful self lately. That had to have been what you were thinking about all of the time. It made sense why none of the others seemed to have any clue about your strange mood. Why you kept telling him you two would talk about it later (because he was busy with something very time-consuming). Why you had gotten flustered when Zen had mentioned motherhood (because Saeyoung had certainly not missed your reaction. He never missed your reactions when he could help it).

Saeyoung stood up and put a circle to mark his spot on the tic-tac-toe game. He really should go back to his work, but his attention and focus was completely shot now. He kept the note tightly in his fingers as he left the room to consider your nervous form on the couch. He could tell by the stiffness of your body that you were waiting for his answer.

He smiled at your nervousness, finding it cute. Honestly you already knew his opinion on kids, but you were right to be considering the current life decision both of you were going through. You must have thought about it enough of your own. Now it was time for the team play.

"Is it later yet?" He asked.

You nodded shyly and placed aside your book. It was as much invitation as he needed.