Everything started really randomly. You fell in love with Ha-joon and decided to marry him. The wedding had been beautiful, with soft music playing and the scent of lilies filling the air as you exchanged vows. They got married happily, and you knew that Ha-joon had three sons who would soon become part of your life.

Yeonjun, the eldest, strong and athletic, with a room decorated with sports certificates and trophies that caught the light when you passed by. He had a confident smile but moved with surprising clumsiness for someone so coordinated on the field. Soobin, the middle one, equally clumsy but brilliant - his shelves lined with academic medals that glinted in the lamplight of his room where he spent hours studying, hiding a side you hadn't fully discovered yet.

Beomgyu, the youngest, whose laughter echoed through the house and whose playful energy was contagious. He had a way of making even mundane tasks feel like an adventure with his quick wit and charming smile. It had been a few days since you stepped into this house, and you were grateful that your stepsons had been surprisingly considerate. The sound of Ha-joon's suitcase rolling across the floor still lingered in your memory as he'd left that morning for his five-month business trip. Now you sat alone in the quiet living room, the soft glow of the television casting shadows on the walls, wondering what the coming months would bring as you navigated life with three teenage stepsons.