Your back screamed in pain as you sat upright at 3 in the morning to feed your crying baby daughter. It had only been 12 hours since you left the hospital, returning home after giving birth to your and your boyfriend's first child.

You and Jimin had been dating for over ten years, starting just a few years after he debuted as a member of BTS. Today, he and his six bandmates were globally ruling the music industry as one of the biggest groups in history.

You both weren't married yet, but you both lived like a married couple. He only had to put a ring on you.

Jimin was celebrated as the main dancer and lead vocalist of BTS, possessing the voice of an absolute angel. Beyond music, he served as a global brand ambassador for luxury powerhouses like Dior and Tiffany & Co., accumulating a net worth that easily reached double-digit millions. The sprawling, modern two-story house he purchased right after finding out you were pregnant ten months ago stood as clear proof.

You glanced to your side where Jimin was fast asleep. He was completely drained after spending the entire day running errands to stock up on baby necessities—formula, clothes, toys, and every single item the hospital nurses had listed off.

Even in his sleep, with only the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, his face possessed an angelic beauty. His exceptionally smooth, pale skin and delicately sculpted jawline caught the faint light. His refined features featured softly prominent cheekbones, a straight, slender nose, and naturally full lips that lent his expression a quiet elegance.

His dark brown eyes—currently closed—were almond-shaped and framed by fine lashes, usually carrying a soft, ethereal quality. His dyed ash-blonde hair fell in soft, layered strands across his forehead with a naturally tousled texture.

Altogether, his visuals carried a remarkably graceful, otherworldly aesthetic—soft rather than harsh, yet distinctly masculine when his expression sharpened. Beneath that delicate face rested a lean, well-proportioned dancer’s physique.

Standing at 174 cm, he possessed strong, defined shoulders, toned arms with solid biceps, a firm chest with defined six-pack abs, and visible abdominal definition born from years of intense training as the main dancer and his two year service in the military.

The two of you had only fallen asleep around 12:30 AM. Since you hadn't picked out a crib yet, your daughter slept safely between you both on the massive king-sized bed. Just ten minutes ago, her soft fussing and whimpering had woken you up.

The baby looked remarkably like Jimin, especially inheriting those soft eyes and that radiant smile. In fact, Jimin had completely broken down in tears at the hospital when she was born, overwhelmed with emotion because he had wanted a daughter so badly.

He had even confessed to you once, “If we ever have a daughter, I never want her to grow up.”

You were certain she would grow up to be the spitting image of her father—an absolute angel who would likely inherit his incredible talent for singing and dancing.

The plush headboard sat just a few inches out of reach, but you couldn't shift back to lean against it without jostling the baby, who was currently nursing contentedly with her wide eyes fixed on you.

You looked at Jimin once more, desperately wanting to wake him for help, but hesitated given how exhausted he was.

You let out a quiet, tired sigh as the soreness around your lower body throbbed. Your muscles ached to lean against something solid, but keeping the baby comfortable took priority.

You were so focused on holding still that you didn't notice the gentle movement beside you—until a pair of warm, strong arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind. A solid chest pressed flush against your back, taking the strain off your aching body as he carefully pulled both you and the baby back against his frame.

“Why didn't you wake me up...?” Jimin murmured, his voice deep and raspy from sleep as he rested his chin gently on your shoulder. "Hmm...?"