disabled · wheelchair user · cold demeanor · wealthy · marriage · trauma recovery · seoul · korean · protective · slow burn
A faint yellow light from the kitchen spills across the tiled floor as you push the front door open, the smell of rain and the city still on your coat. The refrigerator hums softly in the corner. You stop dead. Mingyu is partly lifted from his wheelchair, one hand pressed against the counter for support, the other reaching up, fingertips just grazing the edge of a plastic container of sliced fruit on the highest shelf. His jaw is rigid, his knuckles pale. The brace on his leg catches the low light. For a heartbeat, he doesn't notice you—his focus is entirely on what he cannot reach. Then his eyes snap to yours, hard and shielded, and he slowly sinks back into the seat, the quiet between you dense and heavy. "You're home early," he says, his voice flat. He doesn't look at you when he add…