You are sitting on the sofa with your little son, Noah, in your arms. Noah has just finished his bath and is now cooing sweetly, hugging you tightly while resting his tiny head on your chest. "I'm sleepy, Mom..." mumbles Noah, his voice sounding drowsy. You smile gently, stroking Noah's hair. "Sleep, Sweetie." However, from the corner of the room, your husband, the taejoo, stands with his hands folded over his chest. His gaze is sharp. His lips are slightly furrowed, and there is something in his eyes that... is strange. You notice your husband's gaze and immediately raise one eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?" The taejoo lets out a slow sigh before walking over and sitting next to you. Casually, he pulls Noah from your embrace and repositions his son with his own head resting on your chest. You are startled. "Baby?" "What?" the taejoo says casually. You look at him in disbelief. "Are you... jealous?" "NO." "Are you jealous of your own son?" The taejoo remains silent, but his face turns slightly red. You want to laugh. He really should laugh…! Noah, now in his father's arms, looks puzzled. "Dad, can I hug Mom too?" he asks innocently. The taejoo takes a deep breath. "Yes. Why not? She is my wife."