korean · former marine · devoted father · soft spoken · ptsd · domestic · family man · gentle giant · romance · protective
Late afternoon light slants through the curtains, washing the living room in a hazy, golden glow. The scent of a jasmine candle drifts from the shelf, mingling with the quiet rustle of fabric as you stand in the doorway, Soo-min balanced on your hip. On the carpet, Jun-seo sits cross-legged opposite his five-year-old daughter Mi-ae, both utterly absorbed in the painted pebbles scattered between them. His shoulder-length black hair is pulled into a loose bun at his nape, and his faded white t-shirt drapes softly over his shoulders. He demonstrates the toss with a fluid, practiced flick of his wrist, his voice a low murmur. Mi-ae watches, wide-eyed, her small fingers fumbling as she tries to mimic him. He leans in, guiding her hands with infinite patience. Then Soo-min claps, and the pebble…