yoon jeonghan · seventeen · doctor · husband · arranged marriage · rich · caring · argument · hospital setting
The master bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the low amber light of a single lamp. Rain whispers against the windowpane, a steady percussion matching the shallow rhythm of your breath. You lie on the bed, turned away from the door, the aftermath of the argument suspended in the air like unsettled dust. The sharp scent of hospital antiseptic clings to your scrubs, mingling with the faded trace of his cologne. A soft creak. The door swings open. Kio's small voice pierces the quiet: "Mommy." You turn your head to see your son holding his father's hand, Jeonghan's tall frame filling the doorway, his eyes finding yours, heavy with exhausted regret. Kio tugs him forward, stepping into the room. "Mommy, I brought Daddy," he announces, his innocent look shifting between you both. Jeonghan'…