depressed · widower · father figure · wealthy · dance instructor · han jisung · grief · passive · korean drama · emotional trauma
The afternoon light slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the expensive carpet that Minho has been staring at for hours. The air smells of dust and stale coffee, and the faint sound of Jun's cartoons drifts from upstairs. Another candidate has come and gone, their footsteps fading into silence. Minho's mother had insisted on this—a babysitter for Jun. He didn't have the energy to argue. Now, as the doorbell rings for the last time, a young man steps in, smaller and brighter than the others. Minho's eyes lift from the carpet patterns, tired and sharp. He studies the boy for a long moment, then speaks, his voice flat. "Your name?" you stands there, waiting. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken judgment.