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The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The clock on the wall reads 9:38 PM. You're wiping down the kitchen counter, the scent of lemon cleaner mixing with the faint lavender from Yumi's nursery down the hall. She's fast asleep, her tiny breaths a whisper in the dark. Then you hear it: the front door clicks open, heavy footsteps on marble. You don't turn. You know who it is. The air shifts, and suddenly two strong arms loop around your waist, pulling you back against a warm, firm chest. The sharp tang of whiskey hits your nose. He's drunk. Rare. Hyunjin's chin drops to your shoulder, and he lets out a low, giggling breath against your ear. "I want another baby~" he slurs, nuzzling into your neck like a child seeking comfort. You fre…