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It started small, the way most bad weeks do.
On Monday, Jay came home late, shoulders tight, murmuring distractedly about bosses giving him contradictory notes. He wolfed down reheated rice while his phone buzzed, then retreated to the bedroom to take another call. Jungwon tucked both kids in alone that night, smoothing Haerin’s hair as she whispered, “Daddy didn’t say goodnight.”
Tuesday was louder. Haerin dumped an entire box of crayons onto the dining table, mixing them in with the neat stacks of Jungwon’s research notes. By the time he returned with Haru’s snack, Haru had already “decorated” half the margins with shaky suns and stick figures. Jungwon’s throat tightened as he stared at the ruined page, Haerin’s bright smile only softening the sting a little. He recopied the notes by lamplight after bedtime, hand cramping while Jay fell asleep on the couch with the TV still flickering.
Wednesday blurred with phone calls, dinner clean-up, and forgotten laundry. Jungwon found himself muttering under his breath as he folded shirts at midnight, irritation crawling under his skin.
By Thursday, the fatigue sat heavy on both of them. Jay snapped at a message pinging during dinner, cursing under his breath about his bosses’ indecision. Jungwon rubbed his temples, thinking about the bills waiting on the counter and the emails he hadn’t answered. They passed each other like ghosts that night, each too tired to push.
And then came Friday.
The kids were in the living room, sprawled across the rug in a nest of blocks and dolls. Jungwon set a pot of water on the stove and opened the fridge, pulling out carrots, broccoli, leftover chicken. He reached automatically for the carton of milk at the back of the shelf—empty. He stared at it for a long moment, lips tightening. That was supposed to have been solved.
Just then, the front door opened. Jay’s voice carried faintly as he kicked off his shoes, his bag dropping with a soft thud. Jungwon felt a flicker of relief; he’d texted him this morning, after all. The milk should be here.
“Hey,” Jay called, stepping into the kitchen. His hair was mussed from the wind, his phone still in his hand.
“Hey,” Jungwon said without looking up, still stacking vegetables on the counter. “You brought the milk, right?”
Jay paused. “What?”
“The milk.” Jungwon finally turned, frown pulling at his face. “Please tell me you didn’t forget it. I texted you this morning—we needed it for dinner and breakfast.”
Jay blinked, confused. “I… didn’t see a text. I thought you were getting it.”
Jungwon’s stomach dropped, irritation boiling up fast. “I asked you because I couldn’t. My hands were full all day. I had work, plus I cleaned the bathroom, paid the bills, got Haerin through her homework meltdown, and folded three loads of laundry. I just needed you to grab one thing.”
The kids’ chatter in the living room faltered, the room beyond them going still.
Jay shoved his phone into his pocket, frustration rising. “Won, I’ve had people breathing down my neck all week. I’m running on fumes here. I don’t have the brain space to remember a grocery list when I’m juggling three different deadlines and twelve different opinions on the same song.”
Jungwon stared at him, pulse hammering. “You think I’m not busy? You think just because I work from home it doesn’t count? I’m writing notes with crayons in the margins because I can’t even keep my papers safe from the kids. I’m working, Jay. And when I’m not working, I’m cleaning, I’m cooking, I’m helping with homework, I’m grocery shopping, I’m tucking them in by myself while you’re answering texts. I’ve been doing everything this week.”
Jay’s voice rose, raw. “And what, you think I’ve been doing nothing? I’m trying to keep my job, to keep all of this afloat! I can’t say no to my bosses—”
“—And I can’t say no to our kids!” Jungwon snapped back, eyes blazing.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Their breaths came hard, echoing in the quiet kitchen.
At the edge of the hallway, two small faces hovered in the doorway. Haerin’s hand clutched Haru’s, both of them wide-eyed, bodies pressed into the frame. They weren’t used to this—loud voices, sharp words between their parents. They crept closer, silent as mice, afraid to be seen but unable to look away.
Jay broke first. His jaw clenched, frustration spilling over. Without a word, he grabbed his keys off the counter, the clatter loud in the silence. The door opened and shut hard behind him, leaving the kitchen vibrating with the aftershock.
Jungwon’s sigh was heavy, bone-deep. He crouched down, resting his arms on his knees, and lifted a hand to beckon them closer. “Come here, my loves,” he said softly, voice weary but gentle.
They padded over hesitantly, Haerin leading, Haru clutching her arm. Jungwon opened his arms, pulling both of them close against his chest, wrapping them tight as if he could shield them from what they’d just seen.
“I’m sorry you heard that,” he whispered into their hair. “Appa and Daddy… we don’t usually yell, do we? We’re just… tired. We’ll be okay.”
He leaned back just enough to look at their faces, cupping Haru’s cheek and smoothing Haerin’s hair. “And listen to me—it’s not because of you. None of this is your fault. We love you so much. We wouldn’t change being your parents for anything in the world. It’s just been a really busy week, that’s all.”
Haerin blinked hard, then buried her face in his shoulder, and Haru clung tighter. Jungwon closed his eyes, rocking them slowly, waiting for the sound of the front door opening again.
Dinner had been quiet—too quiet. The kids ate without their usual chatter, casting uncertain glances at Jungwon as though afraid they might tip him off balance. Jungwon kept his voice soft, his smile fixed, even as the weight of the argument pressed behind his temples. Afterward, he got them through their bedtime routines with extra gentleness, lingering over their stories, kissing their foreheads more than once before tucking them in.
Now, the house was hushed. Jungwon stood at the sink, sleeves rolled, water running warm over his hands as he scrubbed plates one by one. His reflection wavered in the window above the sink: tired eyes, shoulders drawn too tight.
The front door opened. Closed. Footsteps padded across the floor.
Jay appeared in the kitchen doorway, hair mussed from the night air, his posture hesitant. He carried a plastic bag, the handle looped tight around his fingers. He crossed the kitchen slowly and set a carton of milk down on the counter with a soft thud.
For a beat, silence stretched between them—awkward, uneasy. Then Jay reached into the bag again, pulled out a party-size bag of jelly candies—the kind Jungwon loved most, the kind the kids always begged for in the store—and set it gently beside the milk.
Jungwon’s hand froze in the sink. Soap bubbles slid down the curve of a plate he hadn’t finished rinsing. He turned his head, glancing at the counter, then at Jay.
Their eyes met—tired, guilty, searching.
Jungwon set the plate down carefully in the rack, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and let out a slow breath. He nodded toward the microwave without quite meeting Jay’s eyes.
“Your plate’s covered in there,” he said quietly. “It’s not what I planned—we didn’t have the milk. So I made something different.”
The words weren’t sharp, but they landed heavy in the air, laced with everything unsaid.
Jay’s gaze flicked to the microwave, then back to Jungwon. His throat worked, and after a moment, he shifted his weight, fingers brushing the edge of the candy bag like it might steady him.
“I… saw those at the store,” he started, voice low, unsure. “Thought maybe… You and the kids could use them after this week.”
Jungwon finally looked at him, dish towel still in hand, expression unreadable. Jay pressed on anyway.
“I know I messed up with the milk,” he admitted, softer now. “I wasn’t trying to make things harder for you. I just…” He exhaled sharply, shoulders sagging. “I don’t want us to stay stuck like this.”
The kitchen stayed quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator, the air thick between them. Jungwon’s eyes lingered on Jay, tired but not cold, like he was weighing whether to let him in.
Jungwon let out a slow breath, finally loosening the tension in his shoulders. He looked at the candy bag and gave a small nod. “I appreciate this, Jay. You remembered what we like… what the kids love too. That counts for something.”
Jay’s chest lifted slightly, hope flickering in his tired eyes.
Jungwon wiped his hands on the towel and turned back to him, voice steady but heavy. “But what’s done is done. There’s nothing we can change about what happened earlier.” He hesitated, then let the words come. “The kids… they were on the verge of tears when they heard us. They were scared. Everything we said, the yelling… they felt it. And it was a lot for them. A lot for all of us.”
Jay’s face fell, lips pressed tight, and his eyes glistened. He swallowed hard, shoulders slumping, as the weight of the week and his own mistake pressed down. For the first time in a long while, he felt truly defeated.
Jungwon’s eyes softened, meeting his. “You can’t undo it. But we can… move forward. For them, and for us. That’s all we can do right now.”
Jay nodded slowly, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. His jaw worked, voice caught in his throat, but he stayed silent, letting Jungwon’s words sink in.
Jungwon reached out, brushing his fingers against Jay’s hand. He gave it a slight squeeze—brief, careful—a small gesture that said more than words could. He wasn’t over everything in his head, but he was no longer holding anger in his chest.
Jay felt the squeeze and immediately recognized it. He knew Jungwon well enough to understand what it meant: a cautious bridge, a signal of presence without letting himself get fully close yet. He returned the squeeze lightly, letting his hand linger for a moment, silent and steady.
Jungwon straightened, picking up the dish towel. “I’m going to take a bath,” he said softly, voice calm. “The kids are asleep. I put them to bed a little while ago.”
Jay nodded, watching him move toward the bathroom. His hand remained near where Jungwon’s had been, reluctant to let go, as the quiet of the house settled around them—the milk and candy on the counter a gentle reminder of both their tension and the tentative step toward repair.
Jay sighed quietly and set the milk and his plate of leftovers into the fridge, too tired to even eat. The weight of the week and the fight pressed down on him, making each movement feel heavier than usual.
He paused for a moment, staring at the candy bag on the counter. The gesture softened him, but the memory of the earlier yelling and Jungwon’s words still lingered, sharp and humbling.
With a slow exhale, he turned and made his way down the hall to the kids’ shared bedroom. The soft light from the hallway lamp stretched across the floorboards. He crept in, careful not to wake them, stepping quietly over scattered toys.
Haerin and Haru lay side by side, blankets tucked up to their chins, breathing soft and even in sleep. Jay paused just inside the door, watching them for a moment, chest tight with both exhaustion and affection. He traced a fingertip lightly along Haerin’s hair, then Haru’s, careful not to disturb their slumber.
The house was finally quiet, and in that silence, Jay let himself feel the weight of the week, the fight, and the tender threads of family that still held them together.
Jay crouched down carefully beside their beds, careful not to disturb their sleep. He placed a gentle kiss on Haerin’s forehead, then another on Haru’s, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. His chest tightened at the sight of them—peaceful, safe, unaware of the tension that had filled the house just hours before.
He straightened slowly, intent on leaving the room quietly, but just as he reached the doorway, Haerin stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she let out a small, sleepy sound.
“Daddy?” she murmured, voice thick with sleep.
“Hey, princess,” Jay whispered, crouching back down slightly so he wasn’t looming over her. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Haerin blinked up at him, still half in dreams, then hesitantly asked, “Daddy… why were you and Daddy Won… fighting?” Her small voice carried a mixture of curiosity and worry.
Jay’s chest tightened further. He swallowed hard, ruffling her hair gently. “Hey… it was just a grown-up thing, princess. Sometimes even grown-ups get frustrated, especially when we’ve had a long, busy week. But it’s not your fault, and everything’s okay now.”
“I love Daddy Won, always. Even when we get frustrated or upset, that doesn’t change. We just… sometimes need a moment to calm down. I love you, princess,” he whispered, smiling gently. “And I love Haru too. Nothing—nothing—will ever change that. No matter what happens, we’ll always be your daddies.”
Haerin’s brows furrowed a little as she processed it, then she snuggled back into her pillow. Haru murmured something unintelligible in his sleep, curling closer to his sister.
Jay stayed for a moment, brushing a strand of hair from her face, letting the quietness of the room ease the tension still heavy in his chest. Even after the fight, even after the stress, these were the moments that reminded him why it was all worth it.
Jay quietly made his way down the hallway and reached their bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and through the dim light he could see Jungwon, already dressed for bed in soft pajamas, his hair still damp from his bath. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose as he moved carefully around the room, tidying up a few stray items and organizing the notes and papers that had been scattered across his nightstand.
For a moment, Jay just stayed there, silent, letting himself take in the sight: the soft damp of Jungwon’s hair, the slight slump in his shoulders from tiredness, the careful way he handled his scattered papers. He had wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat, swallowed by both awe and the lingering weight of their earlier fight.
After a long moment of quiet, Jay finally shifted, his voice low and careful. “I’m going to go take a bath,” he said, just enough to carry across the room.
Jungwon didn’t look up from his papers. Instead, he let out a soft hum, a small, almost absent-minded acknowledgment that Jay had spoken. The sound was enough to let Jay know he’d been heard, and it carried a quiet, familiar rhythm of their shared understanding after a long, exhausting week.
Jay offered a small, tired smile and nodded, taking a few slow steps toward the door. He felt the weight of the week on him, but also the fragile calm of the house, the kids asleep, and the presence of Jungwon moving steadily through the room beside him.
Jay finished up in the shower, the warm water rinsing away the tension of the day and the week, and dried off slowly, feeling the lingering exhaustion in every muscle. He dressed in soft pajamas, the kind that felt like a small comfort after everything they’d been through.
He stepped quietly into the bedroom. The main light was off, and the only glow came from his nightstand lamp. He assumed Jungwon had left it on for him, a small, familiar gesture that made his chest ache with warmth.
Jungwon lay on his side of the bed, turned toward the windows, already partially cocooned in blankets. But now he had shifted onto his stomach, face pressed into the pillow, arms hugging another pillow close. Jay paused for a moment, just watching, taking in the sight of him finally letting his guard down—even if only a little.
Jay climbed into bed, reaching over to turn off the nightstand light. The room was nearly dark, the only sounds the soft hum of the air purifier and the gentle drift of moonlight peeking through the curtains.
He curled up against Jungwon carefully, wrapping his arms around him—not enough to hurt, but enough to rouse Jungwon from the few minutes of sleep he’d managed to steal. Jungwon shifted slightly, a soft murmur escaping him as he adjusted to the unexpected warmth pressing against him.
Jay rested his cheek against Jungwon’s back, holding him a little tighter, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment speak for all the words left unsaid after a long, exhausting week.
Jungwon shifted closer, pressing back into Jay’s chest instinctively. Jay snuggled deeper into him, arms tightening around Jungwon’s middle like he was afraid to let go. For a long moment, there was only the steady hum of the air purifier and the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the curtains.
Then Jungwon sniffled, the quiet sound breaking the stillness. Jay immediately tensed, guilt twisting sharp in his chest.
“I hate that you yelled at me,” Jungwon whispered, his voice muffled against the pillow. A beat passed before he added, softer, “You’ve never snapped at me like that before… let alone yell at me like that before... Even when we were dating.”
Jay’s heart sank. He buried his face against the back of Jungwon’s shoulder, voice raw. “I know. And I’m sorry, Wonnie. You know me better than anyone—you know I would’ve never yelled at you like that. That wasn’t me in the moment.”
Jungwon breathed in shakily, then whispered, “I’m sorry too… for yelling back. I hate that it got that far.”
Jay shook his head against him. “I hate it too. I hate how tense it’s been this week. We should’ve left work where it belongs, not dragged it in here.”
“And we should’ve stayed united for the kids,” Jungwon murmured, guilt seeping through his tone.
Jay tightened his hold, pressing a kiss to the back of Jungwon’s head. “Yeah. They need us together, not against each other.”
A quiet stretch lingered before Jungwon’s hand reached back, finding Jay’s. He laced their fingers together, the gesture small but grounding. “I love you. We need to do better. Next week. Tomorrow. Just… from now on.”
Jay nodded against him, his throat tight. “We will. I promise. I love you too.”
Neither spoke after that, the silence softer this time—no longer heavy, but calm. They had promised in their vows to never go to sleep angry or mad at each other, no matter the reason, and even after a night like this, that promise still held. Their breathing slowly evened out, bodies curling closer until no space was left between them.
The only sounds left in the room were the low hum of the purifier and the faint rhythm of two heartbeats steadying together at last.