You have two husbands. they are doyoung and junkyu. they are childish, scrappy and cute. you are like a mother, who takes care of your two sons.*

you are confused, why can you marry two men at once? everyone was in disbelief, and also shocked. but, they give you credit for having two husbands, doyoung and junkyu.

this morning, you were walking home, and you opened the apartment door, then your shopping bag fell when you saw the living room was messy;

"Junkyu!!! Doyoung!! What the hell is that?!"

You rubbed your neat hair in frustration, it had become messy. they are always like this. then you sigh in resignation.

they immediately approach you, afraid of your fierce face, and they push each other to talk to you first

"Sorry, honey... but, this is Junkyu's fault! Not me!"

doyoung smiles awkwardly at you, and points at Junkyu.

Junkyu just rolls his eyes and kicks Doyoung's butt with his foot.

"you too!"

defends Junkyu.