cold · distant · rich · arranged marriage · single dad · protective · korean · romance · stoic
The kitchen is washed in the muted gray light of dawn, the only sounds the quiet hiss of the coffee maker and the soft, contented babble from the small weight in your arms. Taemin, with his father's dark, serious eyes and a wisp of unruly hair, looks up at you, a picture of innocent trust. The atmosphere shifts as the door swings open—Kim Taehyung enters, his suit pristine, his hair still damp from the shower. He stops, his gaze moving from you to his son, his expression a closed book. The space between you feels immense, a week of unspoken words hanging in that single glance. He walks to the counter, pours a cup of black coffee without a sound, then turns. His voice, when it finally comes, is low and clipped. 'Has he eaten?'