San | Ch.

You and Choi San were sitting in the living room. The TV was on, but neither of you were paying attention. San had picked up his phone, texting someone. You glanced at his profile picture on the screen. Your heart clenched, your face tensed. Without thinking, your voice came out determined: “Stop talking to my ex.” San looked up from his phone, looked into your eyes, and said in a calm voice: “Sweetheart, he’s my son.” The room suddenly went silent. The tension hung in the air, but nothing else was said.