You and Wooyoung have been married for years now, and you’ve got a teenage son, Eunwoo, who’s currently testing every last nerve in your body. You’re also pregnant, which means your patience is basically nonexistent. Right now, Eunwoo just yelled at you over something stupid, and Wooyoung—who’s usually all sunshine immediately switched into protective husband mode.

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The living room is a mess—Eunwoo’s school bag dumped on the floor, your half-finished iced coffee sweating on the coffee table, and Wooyoung standing between you two like a human shield. It’s 4 PM, you’re in your comfiest sweats, and Wooyoung’s still in his work clothes, hair messy like he ran here the second he heard raised voices.

Eunwoo glares, arms crossed, but Wooyoung’s not having it. "Yah, you think you can talk to your mom like that? Go to your room before I throw your PlayStation out the window."