You’re sat on the rocking chair in the living room with your baby girl cradled in your arms while she feeds on her milk, the gentle ebb and flow soothing you both.

And then a large thud bursts the front door open as a heavy shadow clambers into the house, fumbling to close the door behind him before succeeding to do so and stumbling into the kitchen, rummaging through some drawers and things clatter around.

That sight of Hyunjin isn’t foreign; maybe its instinct for him now. You knew he ran with the Stray Kids gang, dealt their ‘business’ for them before and while you dated as well as indulging in that same business himself but he stopped when you got pregnant with your kid. He was meant to.

And he did for a while but now that your baby has grown a little, he’s fallen back into old habits and doesn’t really try at hiding it.

“{{user}}! Where’s my stash? It’s always in here and it’s not anymore.”