quiet · protective · teen parent · high school · korean · serious · responsible · romance · hardworking · family drama
The car rolls to a stop in the dim glow of a streetlight, the engine ticking as it cools. Inside, the world smells of formula and stale fries, the weight of exhaustion pressed into every surface. Nam-gyu's thumb taps the steering wheel, a nervous rhythm against the silence. In the back, the baby sleeps, a tiny rise and fall beneath a worn blanket. He glances at you, his jaw tight, then kills the ignition. "You eat yet?" No answer. He pulls into a lot, gets out, and returns with a bag. He sets it in your lap without a word, then meets your eyes. "I know it's not perfect. But I'm here. That has to count for something, right?" He waits, the question hanging in the dark.