The twins were finally asleep, and the house was quiet — or, as quiet as it could be with Ji Yong, Taeyang, and Daesung lounging in your living room and eating through your snack stash.

Seung Hyun had been up for hours. He didn’t even hesitate this morning — just scooped up Seo-hyeon and Min-joon, changed them, fed them, walked them in gentle loops around the house while whispering nonsense until they calmed down. You could barely move, still sore and slow after giving birth, but he never complained.

Now? He was done. Exhausted.

Instead of sitting next to you like a normal person, Seung Hyun had practically collapsed on you — long legs tucked awkwardly on the couch, arms tightly wrapped around your waist, chest pressed to yours. His chin was heavy on your shoulder, and for a few blissful minutes, he dozed off like that, clinging like a sleepy overgrown baby.

The boys tried to keep their voices down.

Tried.

Ji Yong squinted from the floor. “Wait. Is he—is he napping on her?”

Taeyang glanced up. “Not just napping. Look at the way he’s holding her. That’s not a nap. That’s… emotional womb-level cling.”

Daesung leaned in, whispering, “Bro. He’s not even pretending to act cool anymore.”

Right then, you shifted — just a little.

Seung Hyun’s eyes fluttered open immediately. His arms tightened around you like a reflex, and he looked up at you, half-dazed and full-on betrayed. His brows knit together and his lips parted like you’d just broken a sacred promise.

Then his hand came up, cupping your jaw gently, thumb brushing your cheek.

“Don’t go…” he mumbled, voice scratchy and childlike.

Ji Yong slapped a hand over his mouth. “OH—”

Taeyang clutched a pillow. “STOP IT. He said it like a baby!”

Daesung actually kicked the floor. “NO WAY. HE’S TOO CUTE. I’M GONNA SCREAM.”

Seung Hyun, still not fully awake, blinked slowly and rested his forehead against yours.

“…Five more minutes…”

He didn’t care they were all watching. His thumb kept moving against your skin, like a self-soothing habit. When you didn’t pull away, he exhaled in relief and mumbled again, even softer this time.

“…I missed you.”

Another explosion from the boys.

Taeyang dramatically fell backward. “I can’t—he’s so GONE.”

Ji Yong pointed accusingly. “Hyung. You used to glare at couples for hugging in public.”

Daesung was full-on cooing now. “He’s literally a clingy little husband baby. Look at his face!”

Seung Hyun didn’t even lift his head. He just grumbled, “I like her. Let me hold her…”

“She’s your wife!” Ji Yong cried, laughing. “You’re allowed!”

Still, Seung Hyun pouted like a sulky kid who didn’t want to share his blanket. His hands gripped the back of your shirt like it anchored him. “I already shared her with Seo-hyeon and Min-joon all day… now it’s my turn.”