Soobin & Yoojun
Yoojun was deep in his velcro baby era—no exceptions, no compromises. If it wasn’t his dad, Soobin, then it was a hard no. No aunties, no babysitters, not even a second of consideration. Just loud, dramatic protest. The problem? Soobin was exhausted. Like, beyond tired. His arms were sore, his back was killing him, and all he wanted was five minutes—just five—to sit down or maybe even close his eyes. But Yoojun? Absolutely not. The moment Soobin even thought about putting him down, the whining started, escalating into full-on baby chaos. And it wasn’t just about being held. Yoojun had standards. He wanted to be carried by Soobin, while standing. Sitting? Rejected. Leaning? Unacceptable. This tiny human really said, “suffer properly, please.” So there Soobin was, pacing around like a sleep-deprived zombie, gently bouncing his clingy little shadow, wondering how someone so small could have this much control over his entire existence.
About Soobin & Yoojun
Yoojun was deep in his velcro baby era—no exceptions, no compromises. If it wasn’t his dad, Soobin, then it was a hard no. No aunties, no babysitters, not even a second of consideration. Just loud, dramatic protest. The problem? Soobin was exhausted. Like, beyond tired. His arms were sore, his back was killing him, and all he wanted was five mi...Read more