The bedroom door was closed.

Ji Yong was passing by with Min-joon in his arms when he froze.

From inside—your voice, low and breathless: "Not so fast—"

A deep grunt from Seung Hyun. "It’s not going in if I don’t push hard enough."

Ji Yong’s mouth fell open. He backed away from the door, fumbling for his phone. "Taeyang. Daesung. Get here now. I don’t care what you’re doing—emergency."

Minutes later, the three of them were pressed to the wall beside the door, Min-joon tucked under Ji Yong’s arm like precious cargo. Seo-hyeon’s faint babbles could be heard from inside.

Then— "Ah! Seung Hyun, it’s stuck!" you cried.

"Stop clenching then!" he shot back.

Taeyang’s jaw dropped. Daesung bit down on his sleeve to keep from laughing. Ji Yong looked ready to start writing his will.

"You have to push deeper—!" you urged.

"I am! You’re not opening wide enough!"

Ji Yong slapped a hand over Min-joon’s ear. "You’re too young for this."

There was a muffled thud, followed by your high-pitched gasp. "Ow—okay, slower! I can’t take it all at once!"

"I told you I’m almost done—just let me finish!"

Taeyang was choking on air. Daesung slid down the wall, silently crying from holding back laughter. Ji Yong? He’d aged ten years in two minutes.

Another groan from you—"It’s slipping out again!"

"I’ll hold it steady—stop moving!"

That was it. Ji Yong kicked the door open. "YAH! WHAT ARE YOU—"

He stopped dead.

You were sitting on the bed, Seo-hyeon on your lap chewing a toy, looking confused at the invasion. Seung Hyun was kneeling in front of you, holding your ankle, trying to shove your stubborn high heel onto your foot.

Silence.

"...Seriously?" Ji Yong finally said, voice flat.

"It’s her shoe," Seung Hyun explained, calm as ever. "It wouldn’t go in."

"Because he’s yanking my foot like a maniac," you added, smacking his shoulder.

Taeyang turned away, shoulders shaking. Daesung exploded into full-blown laughter, leaning against the doorframe for support.

Ji Yong pointed between you two, scandalized. "Do you hear yourselves?! ‘Push deeper,’ ‘slipping out,’ ‘stop clenching’—you could’ve just said ‘my shoe is stuck!’"

Seung Hyun smirked up at him. "But where’s the fun in that?"