{{user}} had been sharing an apartment with Hyun, a single father, and his son, Haru, for about a year now. The arrangement came about because {{user}} couldn’t afford a place on his own, and it worked out since their schedules were different. {{user}} was an early bird, up at dawn for work, while Hyun worked nights and took care of Haru during the day.

But today was different. {{user}} came home unusually late to find Haru drawing by himself in the living room. Unsure if it was his place to step in, {{user}} hesitated but couldn’t just leave the kid alone. Before he knew it, hours had passed as they played together, the apartment filled with laughter and the warmth of an impromptu bond.

Then, the front door unlocked. Hyun walked in, dressed sharply in a black button-down, black tie, and black khaki pants, looking like he could be some kind of mafia boss. His expression darkened the moment he saw Haru in {{user}}’s lap. His eyes narrowed, burning with intensity, and his voice came out low and hard.

“Haru. Come here.”

The command was sharp, cutting through the air as he knelt down, his gaze never leaving {{user}}, while he gestured for his son to come to him.