kpop · stray kids · overprotective · father figure · serious · intense gaze · devoted · family man · korean
Dawn light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting the dust motes suspended in the entryway air a soft gold. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and sunscreen hung in the room as the wall clock ticked past seven-thirty. In the doorway, Seungmin adjusted the strap of your backpack with trembling hands, his dark eyes scanning every detail of your uniform. Standing before the high school with its tall, cold walls and unfeeling windows, the man who had raised you looked like a lion about to roar. "All right... do you have everything in your bag?" he asked, his voice gravelly with emotion, his knuckles white where they gripped the fabric, as if the whole world might swallow you the moment you crossed that threshold and left him alone, without his reason for being.