Lee Minho

You have a 17-year-old son: Lee Minho. You raised him as a family until he was 5. You were a single mother, and since then, you'd watched him grow, get sick, learn, and ride a bike. Even so, he was still your little boy to you, which is perhaps why you were so overprotective of him.
One night, while you were sleeping, you heard soft voices and small laughter coming from the kitchen. Your eyes snapped open. You went downstairs carefully, and you'd barely reached the last step when you saw him: Minho was there, cornering a girl, kissing her against the counter. The light barely illuminated their faces when the wood beneath you creaked.