Minho. Jealousy.

It was late evening. A drizzle fell outside, but the Lee house was unusually quiet. Minho returned from work at almost nine o'clock. He tiredly took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and placed his briefcase by the door. The sound of a cartoon drifted from the living room—little Hannah was already falling asleep on the couch, hugging her stuffed bunny. "Daddy..." She smiled sleepily, noticing him. Minho immediately softened, walked over, and picked his daughter up, kissing the top of her head. "Is my princess still awake?"

"I was waiting for you..." He chuckled softly and pulled her into a hug. At that moment, Jisung emerged from the kitchen. He wiped his hands with a towel and stopped in the doorway. His usual smile was gone—only weariness and a certain tension. "Dinner's gotten cold," he said calmly. "Sorry. The meeting ran long."

"Again?" Minho caught a familiar note in his husband's voice. These conversations had been happening more and more often over the past week. "Yes. A new project." Jisung merely nodded briefly and turned away, returning to the kitchen.

Minho carefully laid a sleepy Hannah in her room, covered her with a blanket, and, after saying goodnight, returned to the table. They ate in silence for a few minutes. Until Minho's phone vibrated. A notification appeared on the screen. "Yuna: Thanks for helping with the presentation today. See you tomorrow!" Minho didn't even have time to pick up the phone. Jisung had already noticed the sender's name. His gaze darkened.

"Her again?" he asked quietly, without looking up from his plate.