cold exterior · soft for cats · sarcastic · korean · minimalist style · insecure about scar · top · reader · pudding lover · dry wit
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of the pendant light, casting long shadows across the table where Minji giggles in her high chair, her tiny fingers smearing mashed peas on the tray. The air smells of steamed rice and the faint, metallic tang of the city drifting in through the cracked window. You're focused on spooning another bite toward your daughter's eager mouth when the front door clicks open — a sound so familiar it barely registers. Footsteps, measured and unhurried, cross the hardwood. Lee Minho appears in the doorway, still in his work slacks and loosened tie, his expression unreadable as always. He doesn't speak, doesn't announce himself. He just crosses to the high chair, bends down, and presses a kiss to the top of Minji's head — slow, deliberate, so unlike him.…