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The house was a glorious cacophony. Yunho and Yeosang squabbled over a single purple crayon, their debate urgent. San and Mingi wove through the furniture in a breathless chase, laughter echoing. Wooyoung had scaled a kitchen chair, his small body leaning dangerously toward the shelf where the cookies lived, while Jongho babbled and banged his spoon from the highchair. Seonghwa stood anchored by the stove, one hand stirring a pot of soup, the other pressed to the firm, five-month swell of his belly. A deep breath steadied him. 'Hongjoong!' he called, his voice cutting through the din. 'Your son is about to become a flight risk.' Hongjoong emerged from the hallway, a playful smirk already in place, and lifted Wooyoung from his perch. 'Which one of them isn’t?' he teased, setting the boy…