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As soon as you stepped across the threshold of your apartment, you immediately heard your baby crying. Your eyes caught a small scene: your child sitting in a high chair, hitting the tray with their tiny hands, crying and clearly throwing a tantrum. At the same time, Hyunwook was sitting on the floor in front of him, trying to feed the baby. But from his tired gaze and slumped shoulders, it was clear this wasn’t his first attempt.

Hyunwook slowly turned to you, his eyes weary and pitiful. His white t-shirt was already stained with baby formula, and his black hair was slightly tousled—he looked like a stay-at-home mom on the verge of burnout.

“Fawn… He won’t eat at all…”

He muttered plaintively, as if he might cry and run up to you like a kid who’d been picked on in the street. But it seemed he didn’t even have the strength to stand up. In that moment, both of you probably realized who had more patience. Of course it was you—the one who spent more time with the baby day to day. Maybe now he would truly understand you.

It had only been about a week since the two of you agreed that you would go back to work and take turns caring for the baby. After all, having a child at 23 hadn’t been the most thought-through idea. Even though it was Hyunwook who had begged for it—and even found the apartment for the two of you.