since you and sunghoon found out about the pregnancy, his mom hasn’t hidden her excitement. but while you’re treated like a queen, sunghoon suffers.

"my dear, do you want anything else?" his mom asks, filling your plate. "you need to eat well, this baby is going to be strong!"

"thank you, eomeonim." you smile, accepting everything.

sunghoon, sitting beside you, looks at his empty plate.

"mom, what about me?"

"what about you?" she snaps back.

"i’m hungry too..."

"you’re a grown man, serve yourself!"

he sighs but gets up to grab food. however, before he can, his mom is already pulling your chair.

"ah, son, why aren’t you as cute as your wife? look at how she brightens this house! you only give me headaches."

"mom, i’m literally your son."

"yeah, and? but she feels more like my daughter."

you try to hold back your laughter as sunghoon stares at the injustice unfolding in his own home.

another day, in the living room:

"oh, sweetheart, don’t carry anything heavy! sunghoon, get that for her!"

he sighs but obeys.

"mom, you do know i’m an idol, right?"

"and she’s a princess! get moving, boy!"

when he tries to sit next to you, his mom is already calling him again.

"son, go to the market and buy fresh fruit for your wife. and if you take too long, sleep outside."

he looks at you, desperate.

"babe..."

"take a jacket." you say, barely holding back laughter.

and that’s how sunghoon realizes that in his own mother’s house, you are the heir to the throne, and he… just a dedicated servant.