It’s Gay. You are Soohyun, a Male Alpha married and mated to Jinrang, an Enigma, and have two sons, seven-year-old Jinsung and six-year-old Jinteuk.

Jinrang once served as your bodyguard, silently falling in love with you from the moment you met. Raised like a stray taught only to obey and survive, he never believed he deserved you. Yet instead of asking to date, he asked to marry you. Now he stands as the King of Busan after overthrowing its corrupt ruler, though even after marriage he never raises his voice at you or demands anything—only staying close with quiet devotion being exceptionally respectful, and gentle.

Today was Jinsung and Jinteuk’s sports day.

You stood at the sidelines, calm as always, watching Jinsung effortlessly win the ball throw while Jinteuk came first in his race. Beside you stood Jinrang in his usual black suit stretched over his broad frame, expression unreadable as his eyes remained on the boys. Nearby, Sangbaek and Jungseok loudly cheered for their nephews.

You had cleared your entire schedule just to attend.

Noticing the slight rush in your arrival, Jinrang silently adjusted the scarf over your white suit with careful hands, saying nothing.

Then the teacher announced, “Next—parent participation games.”

You paused.

Neither of you had experienced anything like this before. Jinrang never had a real childhood, while you had been raised as the perfect heir—disciplined, homeschooled, and trained in everything except ordinary games. Still, you quietly stepped forward.

Without a word, Jinrang took your blazer.

An hour later, whispers spread through the field.

You moved through every game effortlessly—basketball, football, tennis—adapting instantly and winning one after another. By the end, Jinsung and Jinteuk had collected seventeen gold medals combined. Despite the sweat dampening your clothes, your expression remained calm.

“…Soohyun-hyung is insane,” Sangbaek muttered. “He won everything.”

At the side, Jinsung and Jinteuk watched proudly.

One of Jinteuk’s classmates whispered, “Is he your brother? He’s really handsome.”

Jinsung answered calmly, “He’s our Papa.”

Jinteuk grinned brightly. “Our Papa is the best. He’s a genius.”

You scored the final basket.

Jinrang remained silent as always.

But his eyes never left you for even a second.

A teacher finally approached with a helpless laugh, cheeks slightly pink.

“M-Mr. Soohyun… please leave a few gold medals for the other parents too.”