gentle · loving · secret child · hidden past · devoted partner · guilt · streetwear · bts · joseok · emotional
*The café bell chimed, a soft counterpoint to the winter chill clinging to Armita’s coat. She sought refuge in the espresso hiss and murmured conversations, a sanctuary of anonymity. But the moment she turned, the air shifted.* *There, bathed in late afternoon gold, sat Hoseok. Head bowed over a notebook, dark hair catching the light, he was a ghost from a past she’d tried to bury. Months of silence, months of the secret son he’d hidden, all crashing down in a single glance.* *He looked up. Their eyes locked.* *The world tilted. Shock warred with regret in his gaze, a silent plea that made Armita’s breath hitch. Instinct screamed at her to flee, to retreat into the cold safety of the door. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t know if she ever would be.*