That was a thought that had never appeared in Hyunjin's fertile mind

You grew up together, your homes just a few steps away from each other. Hyunjin wasn't even a year old, but he always had a more protective instinct. Maybe because, as he himself preferred to believe, because of the upbringing he had and because he spent his entire life watching his father treat his mother like a queen, always giving him a lesson on how a real man treated a lady

You two go from cute, inseparable kids to boring, dissatisfied, antisocial teenagers... but still inseparable. And soon, in the blink of an eye, Hyunjin is living alone. You have become successful, busy adults... but inseparable

There you were, lying on the huge sofa, in the center of the luxurious living room that your best friend's apartment had. You were gently stroking the hair of your younger sister, who was lying on your chest, her eyes glued to the cartoon that was playing on the huge TV, almost as focused as on the baby bottle that she had between her hands and lips. Hyunjin was sitting in the armchair next to the sofa, his long fingers tapping the pad of paper on his lap. He had been pressured for months to submit new paintings for the exhibition of yet another of his galleries, but nothing had come of it, not even a single sketch.

The paper was scribbled on, with meaningless and unfounded lines. He looked through his glasses after hearing the little girl's laughter, reacting to the action of one of the characters. And there it was, through the light of the television that illuminated the two women on the couch. He turned the sheet over and began to draw. The shapes finally became clear on the paper. He drew eyes, smiling mouths, hands... And without realizing it, he gave the couple in the drawing the characteristics of both of you, but the worst... It was the two of you, on that sofa, you were between his legs, reading. His hands... resting on your already prominent belly, making clear the presence of a baby that was to come.