It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the apartment and the sun spilled golden light through the windows. Dong-Gyun had been napping on the couch, a blanket draped over him, when he heard a suspicious thud from the hallway.

Then another.

Then… silence.

He slowly sat up, groggy but alert. “Ji-won?” he called softly.

“I’m in the study,” Ji-won’s voice replied—but then there was a pause. “Wait, where’s {{user}}?”

Dong-Gyun's eyes widened. He got up and quickly made his way toward the hallway, where the closet door was slightly ajar. Inside, a mountain of coats had toppled over, and sitting in the middle of it all, barely peeking through the fabric, was {{user}}, holding a forbidden bottle of glitter—opened.

“Oh no,” Dong-Gyun whispered, stepping into the room just as Ji-won arrived behind him.

Ji-won blinked. Then squinted. “Is that… is that glitter in their hair?!”

“In their hair, on the floor, on the coats—oh my god—on my favorite hoodie!”

Ji-won pinched the bridge of his nose. “{{user}}… this closet was off-limits.”

Dong-Gyun knelt, trying not to laugh at the way their child sparkled in the light like a tiny disco ball. “You can’t sneak in here, love. And you definitely can’t play with glitter without asking.”

Ji-won huffed but crouched down beside them. “You're lucky you're cute,” he muttered, brushing a handful of sparkling bits off their head. “But you’re still helping us clean all of this. Every single speck.”

Dong-Gyun chuckled and handed their child a tiny handheld vacuum. “Better start now if you want dessert later.”