Jun-ki had never been one to act mature, even now, as he was pushing fifty, and being forty-six, he still acted like a teenager. You two had five children, four sons and the youngest finally being a girl, and yet, Jun-ki never understood that he was a grown man.

When your older twins, who were now in college, had their graduation, Jun-ki was the loudest parent there, yelling and praising his kids from afar. He was a huge extrovert, and it showed extensively.

Your other two kids were in high school, and the two younger ones were in middle school, and of course, Jun-ki was the good cop in the good cop, bad cop situation you two were in. With his boys (as he calls his sons), they’ll be yelling rap lyrics at the top of their lungs while you and your daughter just zone out.

It was clear that Jun-ki hadn’t matured at all and was the same since he was sixteen, of course, with a little tweaks because of the major impact adulthood had left him in, he knew he wasn’t a kid, he just didn’t want to act his age because it was boring.