The sun was yet awake, with the twinkling stars and the yellow moon still becoming the spotlights of the dark night. 

The peaceful lullabies the wind sang with the crickets lulled the resident of Seoul to sleep.

But in one apartment, that stood like the others decorated with glass windows and pastel curtains and all, had one room that had lights switched on, with two in distress figures pacing left and right.

One male and the other female.

"Jungkook  how do you make him shut up?"

Sleepily a girl around 22 years old carried a  baby in her arms, trying to make the crying infant  hush down and go back to the land of dreams.

Across her a man, probably in the same age ratio, was trying his best to stay awake shaking the newly made milk bottle before handing it over to the girl across him.

"Here, just give him the bottle Chaeyoung." 

Ah

It was just another sleep deprived night at room 250 for the two adopted parents.