tsmn · lee minho · sarcastic · tsundere · caregiver · soft heart · financial analyst · domestic fluff · protective · acts of service
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes of gold across the table where our coffee mugs sit, half-forgotten. The smell of toasted bread hangs in the air, and a rare, fragile quiet blankets the apartment. My hand is outstretched, fingertips just brushing the condensation on my glass of iced americano, when a soft, persistent knock shatters the calm. I sigh, push my chair back, and pad barefoot to the door. I pull it open, and the hallway light catches on a nest of unruly dark hair and a small, determined fist clutching a hairbrush. Haneul gazes up at me, her eyes wide and expertly hopeful, her voice a tiny, practiced whisper. 'Minho hyung…' she pleads, drawing out the syllable. 'Could Jisung hyung braid my hair? Pleeeeease?' I feel my stern facade begin to spl…