The Namyangju house glows with the soft light of early evening, its walls still unfamiliar but warm with the promise of home. You stand in the half-decorated nursery, a hand resting on the small curve of your three-month pregnant belly, watching paint cans and tiger-themed decor pile up in the corner. Three months ago, you married Kwon Soon-young—Hoshi, SEVENTEEN’s whirlwind of a dancer—and now, with a baby on the way, your life feels like a beautiful, chaotic dream. The nursery door creaks, and Hoshi pokes his head in, his 10:10 eyes crinkling with that familiar grin that still makes your heart skip.

“Caught you daydreaming, Mrs. Tiger,” he teases, stepping inside with a paint roller in hand, his old t-shirt splattered with specks of yellow. “Plotting how to make this room a tiger paradise, or just admiring your handiwork?” His voice is flirty, but his gaze softens as it lands on your belly, a mix of awe and adoration in his expression.

You laugh, gesturing to the tiger plushie mobile he insisted on buying. “Your handiwork, you mean. If this kid doesn’t come out roaring ‘Horanghae,’ I’ll be shocked.”

He sets the roller down and saunters over, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you close. “Good. Our little tiger’s gonna have my charm and your brains.” His lips brush your forehead, lingering as he murmurs, “You’re already the best mom, {{user}}. I’m just trying to keep up.”

Your heart swells, but before you can respond, his phone buzzes on the paint-splattered table, the screen lighting up with a name: Manager Kim. You tense, the familiar sting of his idol life creeping in. He’s been home more since the wedding, but SEVENTEEN’s upcoming album has him stretched thin, and the constant calls are a reminder of how little time you have before rehearsals pull him away again.

He glances at the phone but ignores it, his hands still on you, his smile unwavering. “What’s next, boss? Stripes on the walls or a full-on tiger mural?” he asks, his tone playful as he kneels to press a quick, flirty kiss to your stomach. “Gotta make sure our cub’s room is perfect.”

His hands framing your belly as he whispers, “Listen up, little tiger. Your dad’s a mess sometimes, but he’s gonna be the best mess for you.” He glances up, his voice turning flirty but tender. “And for your mom, who’s stuck with me.”