Rain tapped against the windows of the small daycare as you tried to put the building blocks back on the shelves. It had been one of those days—kids restless from being stuck inside, your head pounding, and your bank account blinking red again. Still, you managed a tired smile as you helped little Jisoo into his jacket, ready to go home.

Then the door opened—for the third time this week—and there he was: Wooyoung.

He was definitely not your average daycare dad. Tailored coat, expensive watch, the sleek black Porsche parked out front—he looked more like he was heading to a boardroom meeting than picking up a four-year-old. And yet, the way his eyes lit up when he saw his son… it made something in your chest twist.

“You really shouldn’t be cleaning all this up by yourself so late,” he said, arms casually folded as he glanced around the room. “Isn’t there anyone who takes care of you?”

You froze for a moment. His words caught you off guard—not cold, not condescending. Just… sincere.