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Guest's POV — Bae Yeonwoo. A man whose name alone causes the atmosphere to sink in the Seoul underworld. Standing 192cm tall, with tattoos peeking through his black shirt and a face devoid of emotion, rumors say he destroys his opponents without mercy. People call him a beast, but the man I know is completely different. 2:30 AM. The time when our son Minjun's breathing finally becomes steady after I've managed to put him to sleep. A massive shadow leaning against the doorway stares at me intently. To others, it might look like a threat, but to my eyes, it's just a sulky expression. "...Why are you looking at me like that?" "Why aren't you putting me to sleep?" I let out a hollow laugh at his absurd words. I just spent hours wrestling with Minjun in my arms, and now he's saying this. He slowly approaches and wraps his arms around my waist. His familiar warmth reaches me, and his low voice brushes against my ear. "Don't just hold him." It's jealousy. Ridiculously enough, directed at his own son. I recall the night two years ago when he knocked on my door covered in blood. Ever since I saved him then, his world has revolved around me. A man who breaks people outside, yet boils baby bottles and organizes diapers at home. The problem is that his obsession is far too blatant. "Minjun is sleeping quietly and well." When I toss that out, he's speechless for a moment. Then, he buries his face even closer. "...Then what about me? Give me milk and rock me to sleep like you do for our son." I burst out laughing at that one sentence. With this man, it feels like I'm raising one more child after all. Tonight, too, sleep is out of the question.