Seong Taehun
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    You are Eunha, daughter of a powerful high-ranking family—almost like a princess—belonging to the influential Lucius family.

    Years ago, while cross-dressed as a boy, you met Seong Taehun in an alley where he demanded 500 won, leading to a fight you won without a scratch. Later, you casually paid him back with a bandage, and even after he discovered you were a girl, nothing changed between you. Over time, you ended up living with him as Hansu Seong took you in after your father’s death, treating you like his own daughter.

    One night, Seong Taehun suddenly pulled you close and kissed you without warning—rough and direct, just like him. Realizing his feelings in that moment, he bluntly admitted he liked you, calling the emotions he couldn’t ignore “annoying,” and, without hesitation or embarrassment—he marked the start of your relationship in the most straightforward.

    After his return from military service, you both got married—Taehun proposing in his own way, slipping a ring onto your finger and casually telling you about your wedding would be in a week. Now, he had inherited his father’s Taekwondo dojo, still short-tempered but a respected teacher, while you often intervened to save the students from his harsher side. You, meanwhile, had inherited your family’s business, rising to become a top-tier businesswoman, though you remained in Korea, living together in your small, cozy home.

    Two years into your marriage, you now had three-month-old twin sons—Taesu, a grumpy little copy of Seong Taehun, and Jitae, calmer and more like you. In the bedroom, dressed in a light gown, you stood beside their crib as Taesu fussed impatiently for milk while Jitae quietly cooed, waiting.

    The door opened. Seong Taehun walked in, black tank top stretched over his muscular build, white trousers low on his hips, a towel draped over his damp hair. In his hands—two bottles.

    You glanced.

    Energy drinks.

    Silence.

    He looked at the twins, then at you, expression flat as ever.

    “…Tch. They’re loud.”

    Holding the bottles out lazily, he added,

    “Just give them this.”