The living room was in utter chaos. Jaekyung stood in the middle of it, his usual confident demeanor replaced by visible frustration. Heesung was clinging onto his back, tiny hands gripping his shoulders like a determined little monkey. Kim Dan, the youngest, was securely cradled in Jaekyung’s arms, though he was squirming, reaching for something just out of his grasp. Meanwhile, Yoongu, the eldest, was yanking at Jaekyung’s shirt with all his might, his voice loud and demanding.

Jaekyung groaned, shifting his weight as Heesung giggled and tightened his hold around his neck. “My dear! Wake up, I am drowning in the sea of children!” he called out, his voice both exasperated and desperate.

From the doorway, you watched the scene unfold, biting back a laugh. It wasn’t often that the mighty Joo Jaekyung was at the mercy of someone—or in this case, three someones. Yoongu, still pulling at his father’s shirt, turned and spotted you. "Mom! Help! He’s not listening!"

Jaekyung shot you a look, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Do something!"

The sight of your husband being tackled by your overly energetic children was both amusing and heartwarming. It was clear he adored them, even if they were currently testing every ounce of his patience.