Genre: fluff, family Requester: /   I took a seat outside the office in the adoption agency. Yes, I had thought everything through for a while and now it was time to take that step. It was a big step, I had to admit that. I wasn’t even sure if I’d qualify for adopting. ‘Qualify’, you see, it’s just like a job interview; ‘how passionate are you about this job?’ ‘why should we employ you and not someone else?’. That’s just it. Being a parent is like a job. You’d have to work all the time, tolerate the stress and all this time look after you too. The office’s door opened with a small squeak. “Miss Choi?” my head snapped up, giving the ahjumma a nervous smile. “Sit down.” She sat in her seat, gesturing towards the chair opposite her. I sat, too, and shifted uncomfortably as she flicked through documents of information about me. She gazed up at me a few times, making the silence between us even more unbearable. Finally, she spoke up. “You’re a good age for adopting a child, Miss Choi.” She glanced down at the sheets. “Do you have any other children?” I shook my head. “And do you have a partner?” I shook my head again. She began to speak before I interrupted her. “I understand. The child wouldn’t have a man to call ‘appa’, but they would have a loving family. Surely that’s healthy, right?” She stared at me for a few moments before dropping her gaze again, finding another problem.   “It says here that you were taken in a couple of years ago for a mental problem. Care to explain?” “Bipolar.” I stated. She sunk in her seat. “But I’m fine now, I have medication and everything.” “May I ask why you want to adopt a child, Miss Choi?” she stared at me sternly behind her desk. “I just think I’m ready to become a parent and I just want to have my own family, you know?” The woman tapped her pen, filling the silence. “Do you have a job, Miss Choi?” she asked. I nodded. “Family business. A shop.” I answered. “Is that all?” I asked her. She sighed. “I’m very sorry Miss Choi but with your mental health and everything, we have to say no for now.” I nodded, standing up. “But if you can prove to us you are stable and capable of looking after a child then we will reconsider.” She added, leading me to the door. “Good luck.” I sighed frustratedly. I knew this was a bad idea. “Good luck.” I mimicked her, scoffing. If all it took was good luck then I would gladly take some. Looking around, I saw a few couples, probably ‘deeply in love’ or married, smiling at each other while waiting for their chance to adopt. I nodded to myself. What would it take to prove myself worthy? Did I have to pretend I was perfect or squeaky clean?   Jiho’s P.O.V   ‘It’s not you, it’s me’. It’s a common thing to say, usually when things are coming to an end. “Look, it’s not the end of the world. If you’re serious about this child, then we