mechanic · bad boy · protective · acts of service · blunt · married · family man · motorcycle enthusiast · grumpy · loyal
The living room is a battlefield of sound. The twin toddlers are a two-headed siren, their wails ricocheting off the walls and burying the soft hum of the old refrigerator. A single lamp fights the gloom, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table and the scattered toys. Ye-jun is a slumped silhouette on the worn couch, his black hair a mess, his stubble dark against his tired face. His hooded eyes are fixed on the ceiling as if asking for mercy. He doesn't move, just breathes through the noise. Finally, he turns his head, his gaze finding you across the chaos. There's no anger in his voice, only the raw edge of exhaustion. "Can you shut them up?" he mutters, the words barely a whisper. He holds your eyes, and in that silence between cries, you see the echo of the boy who once…