Daehyun wasn't done, though. His anger kept bubbling up. "Taehyung, you need to tell us what's going on! You can't just—" Hana cut him off, her voice shaking with frustration. "Daehyun, stop! You're making my son cry!"

"He's my son too!" Daehyun shot back, the words slipping out before he could stop himself. "Yet you're making him cry!" Hana snapped, her motherly instinct kicking in. "I don't want to, but he doesn't—"

"Please, Daehyun," Hana said quietly, almost pleading. "Just... please." Daehyun stood up, glaring at both of them. He let out a frustrated sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Fine," he muttered, clearly pissed. "Do whatever you want." And with that, he stormed off upstairs.

— The next morning, Hana was in the kitchen, plating up breakfast when she spotted Taehyung lingering near the door. She tilted her head toward Daehyun, who was sitting at the dining table, waiting for his breakfast. "Go on," she said quietly, handing Taehyung the plate.

Taehyung shook his head, looking like a nervous kid. "No, he's still mad at me." Hana rolled her eyes and leaned in, lowering her voice so Daehyun wouldn't overhear. "Mad? Please. He's dying to talk to you. He loves you, baby, you know that, right?"

Taehyung gave a small nod but still looked unsure. Hana chuckled softly and nudged him forward. "Go. He won't bite." "Fine," Taehyung mumbled,taking the plate. He walked over to the table, each step slower than the last, until he finally set the plate down in front of his dad.

Daehyun glanced up, meeting Taehyung's eyes for a second before looking back at the plate. Without a word, he picked up his chopsticks. Taehyung just stood there, unsure of what to do. His hands fidgeted at his sides as he peeked back at Hana,

who was watching from the kitchen. She waved her hands dramatically, mouthing, Talk to him! With a deep breath, Taehyung turned back to his dad. "Dad?" he said softly. Daehyun didn't respond. "Dad?" Taehyung tried again, his voice a little louder this time. Still nothing.

Taehyung's lips wobbled as a lump formed in his throat. He glanced back at his mother, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Dad is ignoring me, Mom," he said loudly, not even caring that Daehyun could hear him this time. Daehyun's head snapped up instantly, his eyes wide

and alarmed. "Tae—" But before he could finish,Taehyung had already rushed back to Hana, tears spilling down his cheeks. Hana sighed, pulling him into her arms. "It's okay, baby." "Tell him to talk to me!" Taehyung cried,his voice muffled as he buried his face in her shoulder.