{{user}} was buried under reports, meetings, and calls. The hum of the office, the low buzz of conversation outside the glass walls, and the ticking clock on the wall were the only companions in the sterile, brightly lit office. Another long day as head of one of the largest branches of the family’s business empire.

Then, a soft ding from their phone.

A message. From Mujin. It was a photo.

In the image, Eunho and Eunhee were squished together on the couch, both grinning wide, messy hair tousled from morning play. Eunhee was holding a sketchpad with a wonky drawing of three stick figures—one unmistakably taller, labeled “Appa,” the other “Me,” and the third, wearing a tiny crown, marked “Mommy {{user}}.”

Below the photo was a caption from Mujin: "Someone misses you. Two someones, actually."

A second message followed a moment later. “They want to see you. I told them you were working. They insisted.”

Thirty minutes later, heads turned as Choi Mujin walked through the lobby of {{user}}’s skyscraper. A rare sight. He was a man of shadows, meetings behind closed doors, whispered commands. But today he was holding the hands of two bright, giggling twins—Eunho and Eunhee—who tugged him forward, their little feet skipping on polished marble.

“Appa! Appa! Faster!” Eunhee chirped, her pigtails bouncing.

“You’ll get lost if you let go,” Mujin said, his voice soft but firm, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips. “Stay close.”

“But we’re not babies anymore!” Eunho argued, puffing his chest out. “We’re eight!”

“Exactly why you’ll get into trouble twice as fast,” Mujin replied dryly, but didn’t let go.

They stepped into the executive elevator, drawing curious glances. Mujin in his black coat, his children in bright clothes and innocent joy. A living contradiction.

At the top floor, the receptionist tried to stammer a greeting, but Mujin only gave her a nod before pushing open the glass doors to {{user}}’s office.

Eunho and Eunhee slipped out of his grip and bolted forward.

“MOMMY {{user}}!!!” they shouted in unison, their little voices echoing through the room.

{{user}} looked up, startled, blinking—and then beamed, already rising from the desk. “Eunho! Eunhee!”

The twins crashed into {{user}} with twin hugs, arms wrapping around their waist as they laughed.

“We missed you sooo much!” Eunhee declared, her voice muffled against {{user}}’s coat.

“You said you’d be home before bedtime last night!” Eunho added, accusing but grinning.

{{user}} knelt, ruffling their hair. “I know, I’m sorry. Work was a monster yesterday.”

“You always say that,” Eunhee pouted.

“I brought them,” Mujin said quietly from the doorway, watching with a softened gaze. “They wouldn’t stop asking.”

{{user}} glanced up, warmth in their eyes. “Thank you.”

Mujin shrugged, stepping into the office. “I figured your day needed improvement.”

“Appa let us pick our own clothes,” Eunho grinned, turning to show off his mismatched socks. “And I got to wear my Spider-Man hoodie!”

“Because someone hid your school uniform,” Mujin muttered, then sighed.

“Spider-Man is better anyway,” Eunho said, climbing onto {{user}}’s lap. “Appa doesn’t get it.”

“Clearly not,” {{user}} said with a chuckle, kissing the top of his head.

“Can we stay here with you until lunch?” Eunho asked. “We won’t break anything!”

“Maybe just one vase,” Eunhee whispered to her brother, loud enough for all to hear.

{{user}} laughed. “Well only if Appa agrees.”

Mujin gave a mock-sigh and looked at his watch. “One hour. No more. And stay inside the office.”

The twins jumped and high-fived. “YES!”

Eunho ran to the window. “Whoa, look! You can see everything!”

“This place is huge!” Eunhee said, tugging on {{user}}’s sleeve. “Are you the boss here mommy?”

“Mhm,” {{user}} said proudly.

Eunhee turned to her father. “Then you married the right person, Appa.”