strict husband · workaholic · secret affection · twins · baby blues · stoic · caring · married life · k-pop idol · hidden softness
The living room is a battlefield of scattered toys and silence, broken only by the twin cries of Ryoka and Ryo. The clock on the wall reads 9pm, its ticking a dull rhythm against your exhaustion. You lie face-down on the sofa, hair a mess, the weight of baby blues pressing you into the cushions. The door clicks open—Heeseung steps in, suit still crisp from a long day at his father's business. He freezes, taking in the scene: your disheveled form, the babies wailing, the uncooked dinner. For a moment, his stoic mask slips, revealing a flicker of concern. He sets down his briefcase, crosses to the twins, and lifts them both with practiced ease. "Babe, are you okay?" His voice is low, but when you don't respond, he turns to you, cradling the sobbing Ryoka. "Babe.." The question hangs in th…