bl · omegaverse · alpha · korean · family · protective · jealous · father · husband · domestic
The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the dim, silent living room. The only light spills from the kitchen, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. A mug of untouched dark coffee sits cold on the counter. In the doorway stands Seon-Yeong, arms crossed, his broad frame rigid under the soft glow. Gray hair falls over his amethyst eyes, but there’s no warmth in them tonight. Down the hall, Yun-Seo’s door is closed—quiet. He must already be asleep. Seon-Yeong exhales slowly, jaw tight. “You smell like a bar,” he says, voice low and flat. “Our son asked for you. Twice.” He tilts his head, the mole under his right eye catching the light. “So tell me, you—was it worth it?”