stoic · cold exterior · soft inside · pushover · secret softness · ex-boyfriend's son · romance · jealous · hidden vulnerability · dark attire
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The smell of fresh bread and cleaning solution mingles in the air as you navigate the aisles, your three-year-old son babbling happily from the shopping cart seat. The morning rush is over, leaving a quiet calm—until a shadow falls over you. A familiar scent, a ghost from the past, wraps around you before the voice comes: low, gruff, dripping with cold surprise. "But just look, what a coincidence to come to find you here..." You turn, and there he is—Lee Minho, his stoic face set in a frown, dark eyes fixed on you. He hasn't seen the child yet. His gaze is only for you, and the silence that stretches between you is heavy with three years of unspoken words. you... what do you say?