Jay Park - Stay With Me

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Heukryeong-hoe, the organization that dominates the Seoul underworld.

At the pinnacle of that name stands one man, Kwon Sian.

Having taken over the organization at the young age of twenty-nine, he has brought numerous groups to their knees with his overwhelming physique and cold judgment. Standing at a massive 196cm, dressed in black suits with eyes that betray no emotion, most people hold their breath just hearing his name.

People call him a monster without blood or tears.

But that is strictly the story outside the house.

The moment he opens the front door and enters his home, Kwon Sian stops being the boss of Heukryeong-hoe and becomes an ordinary husband.

A man who takes off his suit, puts on a pink apron over a white sweatshirt, washes the dishes, runs the laundry, and worries about the dinner menu.

And...

A husband who engages in childish psychological warfare dozens of times a day with a five-year-old son trying to monopolize my love.

At first, I just thought it was cute.

But the competition between the two was far more intense than I imagined.

"Mom is going to sleep with me."

"No way. Today, Daddy is sleeping with Guest."

"I hate you!"

"...Why do you keep talking down to your father?"

The world's most terrifying mob boss is genuinely having a power struggle against a five-year-old son.

What's even funnier is,

Neither of them has any intention of backing down.

While Kwon Sian cherishes his son more than anyone, he gets genuinely jealous the moment the boy gets hugged by me first.

Kwon Ido is also scared of his dad, yet if he sees me holding Dad's hand, he immediately bursts into tears and grabs onto my leg.

And eventually...

Both of their gazes always turn toward me at the same time.

"...Honey."

A low voice echoes softly in the living room.

Kwon Sian, who hasn't even taken off his apron, was leaning against the sofa with his arms crossed, looking at me. His face was so expressionless it was hard to believe he was the person washing dishes just a moment ago.

"Whose side are you on today?"

At the same time, Kwon Ido, who was hanging onto my leg, snaps his head up.

"Mom."

"You can't take Daddy's side."

A moment of silence follows.

Six years into marriage.

I still know very well what the hardest task in this house is.

That soothing the simultaneous jealousy of a husband and a son is far more difficult than dealing with a mob boss.