(T.O.P POV)

Dara and I quietly sneaked downstairs, so as to not disturb our sleepy birthday boy.

We had allowed him to stay up a little later than usual for a little movie night after a big family dinner and noraebang party.

Inbok revelled in the attention and all of his gifts. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I put my hand up ready to receive a high-five from my wife. “Inbok’s birthday was a success!” I cheered quietly.

“Dae! You are right! Charanda!” She responded by meeting my high-five.

I quickly pecked her forehead. “Ani, charanda!” I congratulated her, putting my arm around her shoulders.

Her arm slid around my waist as we made our way to the couches. “Can you believe it? Our baby boy is 6!” She gushed.

I looked at her, confused. “Ani, he is 7!” I chuckled.

Sandara stopped and looked at me. “Ani, it has been 6 years since I gave birth! Inbok is from 2009! This is 2015! That is 6 years!” She cutely told me.

“But… we are Koreans… he is 7 years old!” I told her as I backhugged her.

“Is it just me who finds our age system confusing?” She asked, almost embarrassed. Her head lowering as if to hide her reddening cheeks.

“Well, you did live in the Philippines for a while, and you don’t use the same age system there.” I reasoned with my confused little Dara.

“What if… the rest of the world is silly for not using it?” She pondered, her hands holding onto my arms.

I kissed the top of her head again. “You propose an interesting theory.” I chuckled.

“I should become a philosopher!” She chimed.

“Maybe you should.”

Sandara chuckled and patted my arms. “Come on! It is time to be adults and clean up!”

“Waeee?” I protested.

“Because this is a team effort Seungie.” Her soft voice stated. "Think of it as our own little after-party!" She encouraged.

“Mmm.” I agreed.

Sandara started moving forward, taking me with her. “You can pick up the plates and snacks, I’ll tidy the room up!” She declared.

“Arraso.” I accepted, taking the easy tasks.

My wife bounced away as she started arranging the couch cushions, singing along to Gotta Be You.

I chuck