Lee Minho ²⁰

Jisung (you) was kneeling on the floor, helping Jiho put on his shoes. The boy squirmed from side to side, laughing every time Jisung made exaggerated gestures to get the sleeves on.

"I don't understand why you always react like this when we're late," Han said, gritting his teeth . "You don't have to dramatize every minute lost."

"React like this?" Minho frowned . "It's not being dramatic! We're late because you never get organized."

"I do organize myself!" Han raised his voice, his eyes shining with frustration . "You decide to waste time on anything and I have to cover for it."

Minho slammed his fist on the table with a soft, firm tap . "I can't control every second of our lives."

"It's always the same with you!" Han leaned closer, his voice harsher . "You never think about how it affects me. I have responsibilities too, Minho."

"And you think I don't have them!" Minho sat up slightly, breathing heavily . "But every time I try to do something my way, you attack me like it's a fatal mistake."

Jiho finally finished putting on his shoes thanks to Jisung and ran off, laughing, while Jisung adjusted his hood. "All this because I was late ," Jisung muttered, rubbing his forehead and sighing . Minho and Han exchanged a glance, taking deep breaths, aware that the argument was more about pride, pent-up resentment, and personal frustrations than the delay itself. They had adopted Jiho with the intention of giving him a stable and loving family, but even outside of raising him, living together could be a constant struggle.