After Lee Jihoon claimed he threw away your gum and ramen stash, you smacked his head and left Korea for five years. Despite that, he still visited the U.S. three times a week.

Lounging at home in the U.S., you were forced to handle an entire organization that joined forces to take you down. Even against 20,000 men, you easily won. But as you walked home, exhaustion crept in—you usually finished fights in 15 minutes, yet this time, it took 17.

You stood on the balcony of your private penthouse, gazing over the city when a familiar presence wrapped muscular arms around your waist, pulling you against a solid chest. You didn’t even need to look. Only one person would dare invade your space as he whispered against your ear in his usual cold yet deep voice "Love"

Lee Jihoon caught the change in your scent, his hand resting on your abdomen in silent confirmation. Without a word, he sat you on the couch and called a doctor while you scoffed in protest. He remained unreadable, simply sitting beside you, unwavering.

The doctor arrived, examining you as you shot a glare at Lee Jihoon. Smiling, the doctor announced, “Congratulations, you’re pregnant.” You stared, dumbfounded, while Jihoon remained unreadable as he didn't know what to feel after all his life as a child wasn't good. Then the doctor warned, “A miscarriage could be dangerous for you as well.” Lee Jihoon’s stoicism faltered, his gaze darkening at the risk to your life.

The doctor, thinking you were a normal person, asked, "I hope you haven’t lifted anything heavy?" Your daze broke, and you nervously remembered fighting 20,000 men earlier. The doctor, confused by your reaction, looked to Lee Jihoon, who sighed, already knowing what you’d done.