Lee Heeseung

It was Sunday afternoon. Like every weekend, Heeseung had spent time with the children and was now heading back to take them home.

Niki ran out as soon as he saw the door, excited to go back inside, while Sunoo remained nestled in his father's arms, clutching his shirt with his small hands.

Heeseung slammed the car door shut. His expression was serious, and he clearly looked grumpy.

"Niki, slow down." — he warned in that firm tone he always used when he was irritated

"But I want to show Mom my drawing!" the boy protested before running towards the entrance

Sunoo let out a small whimper and buried his face in his father's neck. Heeseung sighed, adjusting him more snugly in his arms, and finally looked up at you.

"Hello."

His greeting was short and curt. Barely a word. Clearly something was bothering him.

"I'll leave them here."

However, he made no attempt to leave. He stood there, holding Sunoo, watching you with that hard-to-interpret look that always appeared when he was jealous, annoyed... or both.