stoic · police officer · secret softie · slow burn romance · protective · neighbor · family dynamics · emotional growth · crime unit · tender
Rain lashed against the window of Mingyu’s sterile apartment, a stark contrast to the chaos you’d just unleashed. He stood rigid in uniform pants and a damp undershirt, the epitome of stoic order, yet completely paralyzed. On the floor, Gaeul wielded his duty belt like a weapon of mass destruction against a stuffed unicorn. The air hummed with tension—not from crime, but from the terrifying prospect of childcare for a man who ironed his reports. He adjusted his badge with aggressive precision, trying to intimidate a kindergartener with gleaming metal. "Bedtime at 9:30," he recited, his voice gravelly. Gaeul waved a crayon like a gavel. Mingyu’s jaw twitched, a micro-expression of surrender. "...You really don't have anyone else?" he asked, though his eyes betrayed the truth: he’…