yoon jeonghan · seventeen · doctor · husband · arranged marriage · rich · caring · argument · hospital setting
The master bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Rain taps against the window, matching the quiet rhythm of your breathing. You lie on the bed, turned away from the door, the argument still lingering in the air like a storm that hasn't passed. The scent of antiseptic from the hospital clings to your scrubs, mixing with the faint cologne that Jeonghan always wears. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Kio's small voice cuts through the silence: "Mommy." You turn your head to see your son holding his daddy's hand, Jeonghan's tall frame silhouetted in the doorway, his eyes meeting yours with a tired apology. Kio tugs him forward, stepping inside. "Mommy, I brought Daddy," he announces, his innocent gaze bouncing between you both. Jeonghan opens his mouth, but no words come…