"Granted."

"I'm sure my mum will love to share pictures of the whole thing but until then you're going to have to live with just your imagination."

"Are you guys... planning to, um. Have kids?" Is that a weird question? He's not sure if it's a weird question. The only other long-term relationship Tae-gun's been in was—you know—and then he was removed from society for years.

"No, probably not. My mum really wants us to, especially since I'm an only child, but... neither of us really wants to stop working, and noona's backlash would be—particularly hard to carry to term with. Not to mention after."

"...but you wanted to?"

"As, you know, sort of a pipe dream, I guess? It would be nice to be a dad. But I don't think it's in the cards for us."

Si-yeon leans on Juheon and rests his head on Juheon's shoulder. "I think you'd be a great dad."

Tae-gun drags his cushion around the table closer to Juheon so that he can do the same. "Yeah, me too."

"Awww, you guys are gonna make me tear up."

"We like you."

"Mmhm."

He wraps one arm around each of the two of them and squeezes them close, kissing the tops of each of their heads. "I like you guys, too."

Jeong Ho-yeon sends Hye-jin a small but varied list of therapists, organised by type (CBT, DBT, psychoanalysis, a handful of others) and whether they do remote, in-person, or both. Each has a short description with their main area of interest, and Jeong Ho-yeon has also highlighted the three therapists (two DBT and one CBT) he thinks are most likely to be able to help with Hye-jin's problems in particular.

Whether she'll have time to actually look into them will depend on how willing she is to reduce her workload. Quasar does require at minimum four days off a month of its espers, so though, so she could use one of those instead.

And until then, she has dungeons to clear.

She's - cranky about attempting therapists, or perhaps guarded and wary, so she focuses on something she's really really good at instead. That being dungeons.

As dramatic as sending Hye-jin alone to kill a dungeon is, it's not really the norm. She doesn't need any kind of martial backup, she's fully capable of destroying a dungeon on her own, but being directed and supported means she spends less time wandering around and more time being a one woman demolition and firepower team. There are usually teams of (armed and trained) non-espers trailing along behind her to escort rescues to the exit, or direct her to pockets of monsters she might've missed on her own, or relay updates from the dungeon's central command.

She burns through the lock on the door of the last kidnapping victim of the psych-ward themed dungeon, kicks it open (because it's fun), and steps out of the way of her minions assistants to let them do the fiddly bits of freeing the poor soul from the straitjacket the dungeon stuffed them in.

"That's the last one?" confirms Hye-jin, on her comms.

"That I can see," confirms Minseo. "The core seems to be in a chomping deathtrap... thing. Mostly metal. I recommend backup of someone that can pry open things instead of melting through them."

"It'll probably grab someone else in the time it takes to get backup," says Hye-jin, flatly. "Even if it's Tae-gun-ah and he teleports right over."

"... Yeah," agrees Minseo, who does not need to be a sensor to see where this is going.

"And the resource extraction of the fancy glass panes is all done already?"

There's another pause, then:

"Yeah. All done."

"Okay. Then let's get this done before it grabs someone else. Spot me so I don't accidentally destroy the core in my path of destruction?"

SIGH.

"... Fine," says Minseo, who really doesn't like this, but: she's not, actually, the boss of Hye-jin, and she already made her recommendation.

"Begin evacuation of the support crew in case I fuck up my aim," she says, as she then marches off to melt through metal.

She does not, actually, fuck up her aim. She neatly and efficiently (and with great unspoken glee) cuts through every single great big chompy death-trap thing that is in her way, along with the spikes and the buzz saws. The pit of fire is neatly flown over, it not actually being all that threatening to the fire esper.

"And the core's in the middle of the pillar directly in front of you - wait, there's something weird with the -"

A small hole opens up in the floor, right under her right foot, then almost immediately closes.

Oh her foot.

Just as neatly as Hye-jin's earlier surgical precision, it slices it off at the ankle.

The walls of the trap were, of course, sharp.