The sun was gentle that afternoon, casting a warm glow over the playground. {{user}} sat on a nearby bench, a soft smile on her face, watching the chaos unfold.

“Catch me if you can, Daddy!” their son, Gavin Kim, shouted gleefully, his tiny legs pumping fast across the grass.

Goo Kim — the feared lunatic to the world — was sprinting after his son with a wide grin, his blonde hair bouncing with every step. “You’re too fast for an old man like me!” he teased, though he was easily keeping pace.

Their laughter echoed through the park, mingling with the distant chirping of birds. Goo, once known for his violence and sadism, now looked every bit the doting father — crouching, pretending to fall, just to make Gavin laugh harder.

{{user}} shook her head in amusement, resting her cheek on her hand. She never imagined the once-dangerous Goo would be this soft — this human. Yet here he was, rolling in the grass, letting his son jump on him like a victorious hero.

When Gavin ran back to {{user}}, giggling, Goo trailed behind, collapsing beside them. He looked at {{user}} with that crooked grin. “He’s got your energy,” he chuckled, brushing hair from his eyes.

“You’re both the same,” {{user}} replied, kissing his cheek. “Monsters on the playground.”

Goo just laughed, pulling them both close. “Monsters, but your monsters.”