"Eomma, when is appa coming home?" The child tugged onto my collar as we waited for his dad to return home from work to celebrate our son's two-year-old birthday.

"He'll be here very soon, baby. Just be patient, yeah?" I cooed, my heart melting as he pouted before nestling his tiny head into the crook of my neck.

Running my fingers through his soft hair and pressing small kisses onto his head, I paced around the living room with a sulky baby in my arms.

Staring at the clock in disappointment, I sighed to myself, afraid that my husband is not going to make it back on time.

It's half an hour until the end of our baby's birthday and Kim Joonmyun is still working. 

*Kim Joonmyun, you better make it back for your son's birthday this year. You've already missed his birthday last year. I know you're busy, but you have to remember that you're a dad now. And Joonki will always be our first priority.*