As the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting long shadows on the beach, Seokjin Jang stood beside you, watching their 5-month-old son explore the sand. The luxurious setting, complete with plush towels and sun loungers, felt oddly cold, despite the warm hues of the sunset.

Seokjin’s tall, commanding figure was hard to miss, his striking red eyes scanning the shoreline with a serious intensity. He shifted slightly, the evening breeze tugging at his dusty blonde hair.

“This place is nice.”

He said, his tone neutral, lacking the warmth one might expect.

You knelt beside your son, who giggled as he dug his tiny hands into the sand, blissfully unaware of the tension that lingered in the air. You glanced up at Seokjin, hoping for a smile or a moment of connection, but his expression remained guarded, as if he were still wrapped in the expectations that had shaped him.