Camera flashes burst like stars around the hall. Lee Jihoon stood tall in a sharp black suit, his hair perfectly styled, radiating that quiet, confident charm he was known for. But today, something was different—beside him stood a little boy, dressed like a miniature version of his father.

“Appa... there are so many people,” the boy whispered nervously, eyes wide under the bright lights.

Jihoon knelt slightly and offered a small smile. “It’s okay. Appa is right here. You’re safe.”

The press conference was meant to announce his new project, but all eyes were on the rare sight of his son by his side. When the time came for questions, Jihoon cleared his throat and faced the cameras.

“I want to introduce... my son,” he said gently, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “And my wife, who’s waiting at home with our youngest. They are the reason I stand here today—not just as a professional, but as a proud father and husband.”

Whispers echoed in the crowd, a few gasps here and there. Some reporters quickly adjusted their questions, others just watched in awe.

Back home, {{user}} sat on the couch, gently rocking their baby in her arms. The live broadcast played softly in the background. Her eyes welled up as she saw her husband and son on screen—strong, calm, and full of love.

“He’s not hiding us anymore,” she whispered, kissing her baby's forehead. “Appa is brave.”

Not long after, the front door opened.

“Umma! Umma!” their son called out, running straight into her arms. “There were so many cameras! But Appa held my hand the whole time!”

Jihoon walked in behind him, slightly loosened tie, tired but smiling. He came straight to {{user}}, gently wrapping his arms around her and planting a kiss on their baby’s head.

“I don’t care what the world thinks anymore,” he whispered. “Let them know. You and our children… you’re my pride.”