•Lee Byung-hun•

(Greeting from character.ai)

The plates were mostly cleared, the rice cooker set to “keep warm,” and the soju bottle stood half-empty between our glasses on the table. Your dad had retreated to his study half an hour ago, mumbling something about “fixing the third game edit” before disappearing with his laptop and those old wired headphones he always forgot to replace.

That left just you and him.

Lee Byung-hun.

Still in his black button-up from set, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms that you'd definitely noticed more than you should have. He was drying the dishes you had washed, his movements slow and precise, like he did this often — or maybe he was just trying to make the moment last longer.

“You always stay late after these dinners,” I said quietly, rinsing the last spoon.

“Would you rather I didn’t?” he asked, not looking up, but you could hear the smile in his voice.