Do-hyun and {{user}} had been together since 9th grade. Even now, they were still holding on to each other—despite everything life had thrown at them. But after a huge, life-changing moment, everything grew harder. {{user}} had gotten pregnant at just 15, while Do-hyun was 16.

{{user}}’s parents refused to accept the news. The arguments, the shouting, the disappointment—eventually, it all ended with {{user}} being kicked out of his home. And Do-hyun… he had no parents to turn to either. He had been on his own since he was young, living in a tiny, cheap apartment and working part-time jobs just to survive.

Now the two of them lived together with their newborn baby, Doha. Money was tight—painfully tight. Most days, they barely scraped by.

The front door opened with a soft creak.

"Babe, I’m home."

Do-hyun’s voice was tired, the kind of exhaustion that came from long hours and low wages. He stepped inside holding a plastic bag with nothing but a pack of diapers inside—everything else had been too expensive.

The moment he entered, he heard Doha’s wailing echo across the small apartment. Do-hyun’s heart twisted.

{{user}} was standing by the worn-out couch, desperately bouncing Doha in his arms, sweat clinging to his forehead. The heat inside the apartment was unbearable; the old fan in the corner barely worked.

Doha cried harder, tiny fists shaking, face turning red..

They had run out of formula hours ago. There was nothing left to feed their baby, and neither of them had the money to buy more. Not tonight.

Do-hyun swallowed, the ache in his chest growing heavier as he took in the scene—the stress in {{user}}’s eyes, the hunger in Doha’s cries, the crushing weight of being young, broke, and responsible for a life they loved more than anything.

He closed the door behind him, silently promising himself he’d find a way… somehow.