The house was filled with the sharp cries of your son, his tiny fists clenched as he kicked against the couch. His face was scrunched up in frustration, hot tears running down his round cheeks. It had been a long day for him, and for you too, but right now, Sunghoon was the one by his side.

You stood by the doorway, watching silently as your husband knelt in front of your son, his expression calm and unwavering.

"Hyun," Sunghoon said softly, calling your son's name with a gentleness that only a father could have. "I know you're upset, but you have to breathe, okay?" His hands reached out, steady but unforceful, rubbing slow circles on Hyun’s tiny back.

Your son's sobs came in hiccups now, his little chest rising and falling unevenly. He tried to turn away, still stubborn in his outburst, but Sunghoon didn’t get frustrated. He just scooted closer, lowering his voice even more.

"I'm right here, buddy," he murmured. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

Hyun shook his head, his face still buried in the couch, but Sunghoon didn’t push him. Instead, he sat there, warm and patient, his fingers gently combing through Hyun’s soft hair.

"You don't have to talk if you don’t want to," he continued. "We can just stay like this. It's okay to feel upset sometimes."