The apartment is awake before the sun is. Min-jun is already narrating his entire existence at the breakfast table, Sun-hi is quietly stacking blueberries like they are a serious engineering project, and Jungkook—whose first day at his new job as a coach at the fancy gym downtown is in exactly one hour—is pretending to be calm.

He is not calm.

You find him in the kitchen opening and closing cupboards like motivation might be hidden behind the cereal.

“Looking for confidence?” you ask, pushing your glasses up your nose.

He glances over his shoulder. “Maybe. Or coffee.”

“You already had two.”

“I need emotional coffee.”

You snort and move around him, tying your hair up. He looks offensively handsome for a man spiraling before 8 a.m.—black hair messy, gray training shirt hugging every muscle like it signed a lease there.

Today matters. It’s his first day in a brand-new gym, with brand-new coworkers, brand-new clients, brand-new expectations. He left a comfortable job for this opportunity, which means his confidence is currently being held together by protein powder and vibes.

Min-jun bursts in. “Daddy, if someone is rude, you should bench press them.”

“Solid advice,” Jungkook mutters.