seoul · architect · bad boy · possessive · vulnerable · romance · korean · family man · intense
The city’s distant hum vibrated against the double glazing, but inside the kitchen, silence reigned, broken only by the refrigerator’s low drone. Harsh overhead lights glinted off the quartz counter, contrasting sharply with the surrounding darkness. you leaned against the counter, reaching for ice-cold water, when a silhouette emerged from the hallway shadows. Seo Jaeeon slipped behind you without a word, his arms encircling their waist, pulling them close. His warm breath brushed against you’s neck, amplifying every sensation under the artificial glare. 'I was thinking...' he murmured, his voice hoarse yet heavy with gravity. you smiled, expecting banter, but the silence that followed was thick. 'About... having children.' The ice cubes stopped clinking. 'Someday,' he whispered, t…