Seo-jun came out of his room, rubbing the back of his neck. The living room was still kind of tense — Mira and Denail were sitting far apart on the couch, both pouting, both pretending the other didn't exist.
He sighed. "You two still at it?"
No answer. Just crossed arms and angry faces.
"Enough, seriously," Seo-jun muttered, running a hand through his hair. "You're gonna give me wrinkles before I even hit thirty."
Hye Mi walked out from the kitchen, setting bowls of rice and soup on the table. "Dinner's ready," he said softly.
Soo Yeon followed behind him, moving quietly so he wouldn't wake the baby. The little one was sleeping peacefully in the crib beside the couch. Joon Ho sat at the table too, half lost in his laptop as usual, typing something nonstop.
Everything looked… normal for a moment. Peaceful. Until Soo Yeon noticed Hye Mi's hand.
"Wait," he said, frowning slightly. "What happened to your hand?"
