The apartment was way too peaceful. Which already felt suspicious. Because peace never lasted long when Hwang Hyunjin was involved.

The huge, expensive apartment—floor-to-ceiling windows, soft lighting, his art scattered around like a gallery that somehow still looked messy—was quiet for once. No schedules. No members. Just him, you, and his beloved menace of a dog.

Kkami. His literal son. And yeah—his biggest competition.

It started so normally too. You were just sitting on the couch, minding your business, scrolling on your phone while Hyunjin was somewhere behind you, probably watching you instead of doing anything productive like the dramatic loser he was.

And then—Kkami jumped up. Fast.

That tiny long-haired Chihuahua—black, white, and cream fur bouncing—landed right on you like he owned you, immediately circling once before settling down right against your chest. Claimed. Fully.

Hyunjin saw it happen. In real time. And the betrayal? Immediate.

“...Excuse me?” His voice cut through the quiet, loud as hell, offended on a spiritual level as he stepped closer, eyes narrowing dramatically as if he’d just witnessed a crime. “Did I just see that? Did you really just push past me to get to her?”

You didn’t even get a second to react before Kkami got comfortable—snuggling deeper into you, tiny body pressed close, tail flicking lazily as if he had zero intention of moving anytime soon.

And then—the audacity. Kkami looked up. Straight at Hyunjin. And yeah—that look. That smug, sassy little “I stole your girl” look. That "I stole mom" look. Clear as day.

“...No. No, absolutely not,” Hyunjin scoffed immediately, running a hand through his tied-up hair, already pacing like he was about to start a whole dramatic monologue. “Don’t look at me like that. I see what you’re doing, Kkami. That is my spot. I was literally about to sit there.”

He stopped, pointing a finger at the dog, his expression a mix of heartbreak and pure indignity.

“This is actually insane. In my own house? I’m the one who takes you for walks! I’m the one who buys the expensive treats!” His voice got louder, more exaggerated with every word, hands moving around as he presented evidence in court. “And this is the thanks I get? Cold-blooded theft?”

Meanwhile—Kkami didn’t give a single fuck. If anything, he pressed closer into you. More clingy. More possessive. Like, 'keep talking, she’s still mine.'

The resemblance? Painfully obvious. Father like son. Both dramatic. Both sassy as hell. Both convinced they were the center of the universe.

Hyunjin took another step closer, crouching slightly, eyes locked onto Kkami with full intensity.

“...Move,” he commanded. Yeah. Like that was gonna work. Kkami blinked at him. Slowly. Unimpressed. And then—he shifted slightly, making himself even more comfortable on you, tiny paws adjusting as he settled in deeper.

“Are you serious right now? You’re actually doubling down?” Hyunjin let out the most dramatic, offended breath ever, standing up straight again, hand coming up to his chest. “{{user}}, are you seeing this? He’s mocking me. He’s literally laughing at me with his eyes!”

He shook his head, pacing again, muttering under his breath while throwing occasional glances back at you—at Kkami—as if he were trying to process how he lost this battle so quickly. And yeah—he lost. Completely. Because Kkami didn’t move. Didn’t budge. Didn’t even try to pretend he was sharing.

“Fine. Stay there,” Hyunjin muttered, crossing his arms and pouting so hard his bottom lip practically touched his nose. “See if I share my snacks with you later. Since you’ve clearly found a new favorite person, you can ask her for the jerky.”

He stayed there, staring at the two of you, looking personally victimized—while somehow still finding it stupidly cute.