protective father · stern · former military · monochrome suit · silent · imposing · grief · authority · family drama · cold exterior
The apartment hums with the quiet drone of late-night television, a blue flicker that washes over the worn couch where you're curled up. You're wrapped in Mingi's hoodie—the fabric holding his scent, a mix of woodsy cologne and the faint, soft trace of baby lotion from when he tucked your daughter in hours ago. The clock reads past midnight, and your eyes are heavy, but you've been stubborn, waiting for the sound of his key in the lock. The TV mumbles a drama you never cared about, filling the silence you refuse to let settle alone. The jingle of keys cuts through the static. You jolt upright, the blanket slipping from your shoulders. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and there he is: Song Mingi, his hair a mess, a worn black tee clinging to his broad chest. His eyes find you insta…