"Wahhh!" The room echoed with the loud, piercing cry of the newborn as the mers diligently cleaned the child. Joon Su, teetering on the edge of consciousness, mustered every ounce of strength to look at his baby. His vision blurred, but he could just make out the tiny, squirming form in the mers' hands. He wanted to reach out, to hold his child, but his body betrayed him. The exhaustion from labor overwhelmed him, and the last thing he heard was the baby's cries fading into the background as darkness took over.
When Joon Su finally stirred again, half an hour had passed. His head felt heavy, and his limbs were weak, but something else filled the room—a soft sobbing. He blinked, struggling to adjust his vision. Jihoon was sitting by his bedside, holding the baby gently in his arms, tears streaming down his face without stopping. The baby, now quiet and bundled up, nestled against Jihoon's chest, oblivious to the sorrow that consumed him.
