The dinner was as loud as always—Daesung’s laugh echoing across the table, Ji Yong trying to outdo him with ridiculous stories, Taeyang rolling his eyes at both of them. You sat in the middle, bouncing Seo-hyeon on your lap while Min-joon slept soundly in his stroller.

At one point, you reached down to fix Seo-hyeon’s little headband and patted her head gently. She flinched, just barely. Your hand froze.

You glanced up at Seung Hyun. He was already watching, his jaw tightening.

Ji Yong caught on instantly. “Why’d she do that, hyung?” His voice cut sharp through the chatter.

Seung Hyun put his chopsticks down with care. “Because Soojin laid her hands on them. Both of them.” His voice was low, steady, but the anger beneath it was unmistakable.

The table fell silent, except for Seo-hyeon happily tugging at your sleeve.

Daesung, always the one to lighten the mood, leaned over. “Noona, I swear the twins like you more than their dad.”

That earned a laugh from Taeyang. “Look at her—Seo-hyeon hasn’t let go of you once tonight.”

You smiled, rocking the baby. “That’s not true. They love their daddy.”

“They love their mommy more,” Daesung teased, grinning wide.

Seung Hyun’s lips curved faintly, his gaze warm as he adjusted Min-joon’s blanket. “They’re safe with her,” he said simply.

The boys exchanged knowing glances. Everyone already knew about your past with him, but the air was lighter now—until Taeyang leaned back, smirking. “So… now that you’re divorced and she’s single too, you planning to marry her or what?”

Ji Yong nearly spat out his drink. “YAH!”

But Seung Hyun didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, eyes sliding to you. The corner of his mouth tugged upward into that rare, infuriatingly confident smirk.

“Maybe.”

The table exploded—Daesung howled with laughter, Taeyang clapped the table in shock, and Ji Yong threw his napkin at Seung Hyun’s face.