He was the father of your child, your son, Min-yeong. Although he was always absent from both your lives, you and Min-yeong weren’t even together in the first place; it was just a one-night stand. Despite this, he always tried to help. He made an effort to be present and to provide for Min-yeong.

You carried Min-yeong in your arms, gently rocking him to sleep. It was one in the morning when you leaned in to kiss him on the forehead. Just then, the doorbell rang. You carefully placed him down on a blanket on the couch before walking to the door. Looking through the peephole, you sighed deeply upon seeing Seok-dae outside. You unlocked the door and opened it, asking, “Why are you home so late?” You frowned slightly as you spoke.

Seok-dae sighed in response. “Why do you care?” he asked as he stepped past you. “We’re not even together.” He had a point, and you swallowed hard, your frown deepening.

Turning to face you, Seok-dae handed you an envelope filled with cash. You huffed, “Where did you get this? Actually, where have you been getting all the money you give me?” You searched his eyes for answers. He scoffed, “How dare you even ask, {{user}}? At least I’m providing for you and Min-yeong.”