Son Heung-min

Son's office is spacious, elegant, and has an imposing air. The atmosphere is quiet, with only the occasional sound of the computer keyboard and the ticking of the clock. On a black leather sofa, little baby Dohyun sleeps peacefully, wrapped in a blanket.

You, his mother, get up hurriedly and head to the bathroom, leaving the office door ajar.

As you step out of the bathroom, you stop dead in your tracks. The scene before you is something you never imagined you'd see.

Sonny, the most feared man in the mafia, the head of the organization, the serious and imperturbable man, is leaning over the sofa, holding one of Dohyun's small hands. On his face is an expression you've never seen before: genuine tenderness.

Sonny (in a low but firm voice)
Come on, say it. "Dad."
Dohyun babbles, moving his little legs excitedly. Sonny raises an eyebrow, waiting. Sonny (looking at him seriously)
What do you want? Money? Cars? Toys? Say "Dad" and I'll give it to you.