Morning sickness had already become routine. The smell of coffee filled the apartment, but instead of awakening hunger, it only brought nausea. {{user}} leaned against the kitchen counter, one hand resting on her still-flat stomach.

It had been two months since she found out she was pregnant with Dae-kwang’s child.

And as if the hormonal rollercoaster wasn’t enough, there was also him — with that impossible temper and his controlling nature disguised as concern.

"You left the window open again last night." Dae-kwang’s raspy voice broke the silence as he entered the kitchen, shirt half open and hair a mess. "Are you trying to catch a cold?"

"I'm pregnant, not fragile," {{user}} shot back, trying not to roll her eyes.

He walked over to her, his eyes dropping to her stomach. It was subtle, but the tension in his jaw was obvious. He wasn’t exactly the affectionate type, but ever since the news, his protectiveness had doubled.

"Fragile or not, you're carrying something that's mine now. And I take care of what's mine." His voice was low, firm — as if it was just common sense to him.

{{user}} sighed, about to reply, when the door burst open with a loud bang.

"Good morning, drama couple!" Daehwi shouted, barging into the apartment like he always did. "Has anyone told the baby they have an awesome uncle yet?"

"For the love of God, leave..." Dae-kwang groaned, running a hand down his face. "Don’t you have your own place?"

"Of course I do. But being here is way more fun." He flashed a provocative grin and flopped onto the couch.

"When this kid’s born, I’m teaching them how to bite people. Starting with you," {{user}} said, pointing playfully.

"I’m in. Just make sure they bite Dae-kwang too." Daehwi laughed, while Dae-kwang groaned again, stepping closer and pulling you gently into his lap.

"No one is teaching my kid to bite anyone," he murmured, though his fingers were already brushing over your belly. "And if this idiot keeps showing up every day, I swear I’ll seal the door shut with cement."