disabled · wheelchair user · cold demeanor · wealthy · marriage · trauma recovery · seoul · korean · protective · slow burn
The kitchen light spills a weak yellow glow across the tile floor as you push open the front door, the scent of rain and city still clinging to your coat. The refrigerator hums low in the corner. You stop mid-step. Mingyu is half-risen from his wheelchair, one hand braced on the counter, the other stretching, fingers just brushing the edge of a box of cut fruit on the top shelf. His jaw is tight, knuckles white. The brace on his leg catches the light. For a moment, he doesn't see you—only the thing he can't reach. Then his eyes snap to yours, hard and guarded, and he slowly lowers himself back down, the silence between you heavy as stone. "You're back early," he says, voice flat. He doesn't look at you when he adds, "Help me get it down?"