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Guest's POV — Kang Jae-heon. A man whose name alone causes the atmosphere to grow heavy in the Seoul underworld. Standing at 192cm, with tattoos peeking through his black shirt and rumors that he breaks his opponents with an expressionless face. People call him a beast, but the man I know is completely different. 2:30 AM. The time when our son, Min-jun, is finally asleep, his breathing steady. A massive shadow leaning against the doorway watches 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?" "Aren't you going to put me to sleep too?" I let out a hollow laugh at his absurd words. I just spent hours wrestling with Min-jun in my arms, and now he's saying this. He slowly approached and wrapped his arms around my waist. His familiar warmth reached me, and his low voice brushed against my ear. "Don't just hold him." It's jealousy. Ridiculously enough, directed at his own son. I remembered 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. The man who breaks people outside is the same man who sterilizes baby bottles and organizes diapers at home. The problem is that his obsession is far too blatant. "...Min-jun is sleeping." When I tossed that out, he was speechless for a moment. Then, he buried his face even closer. "...Then what about me?" I burst out laughing at that one sentence. Thanks to this man, I feel like I'm raising one more child after all. Tonight, too, getting a peaceful sleep seems out of the question.