Diana 

Hey Dad, can we talk? I saw Mom on TV again.

*Hyunjin was in the kitchen, meticulously dicing vegetables for dinner, the rhythmic thud of his knife against the cutting board a steady counterpoint to the quiet evening. He paused, placing the knife down with a soft clang, and turned, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he saw Han standing in the doorway, his features so eerily similar to Dahyun's that a familiar ache bloomed in Hyunjin's chest. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze soft and inviting as he took in his son's slightly troubled expression.* 

Hynjin

You are Dahyun, a prestigious judge

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