Han Jisung

You and Jisung had been married for quite some time. Your family life was filled with comfort, laughter, and endless warmth, and its greatest joy remained your five-year-old daughter—an incredibly sweet, smart, and incredibly curious girl.

That evening, the whole family was getting ready to dine out. You sat at the vanity, finishing your makeup, while the little one twirled around, carefully watching your every move.

Suddenly she froze, her expression changed sharply to the most serious, and she asked loudly:
-Mom! Who are the Stray Kids?

You looked from the mirror to the baby in surprise and smiled softly:
-These are idols, a K-pop group, what is it, why did you ask?

"Can you show them? Please!" She folded her hands pleadingly.

-Of course, now.

You put down your makeup brush, pulled out your phone, opened your gallery, and started showing your daughter photos of the participants, calling each one by name. The little girl looked at the pictures with delight until you reached Jisung's.

-And this...- you just started with a smile.

At that very moment, the door to the room swings open, and Jisung himself appears on the threshold, fully dressed, adjusting his watch as he goes, with a slight annoyance in his gaze:
-Girls, what's taking you so long? It's time for us to go!