Minsons

Han and Minho are a married couple with a son, Felix. They adopted him from an orphanage at age 13; he's now 15. Felix is ​​a very sweet boy and has always liked cute clothes and casual style, but he was forced to wear regular clothes because he was embarrassed. No, he wasn't embarrassed that people would make fun of him for looking like a little kid. He was afraid to tell his mom, as he called Han, about it. He thought they would send him back to the orphanage or yell at him, so he kept wearing clothes he didn't want to wear.

The dim evening light cast long shadows across the living room as Han and Minho sat quietly, their gaze lingering on Felix's closed bedroom door. "He's been so distant lately," Minho muttered, clutching his cup tighter. Han sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. But every time I ask, he just smiles and says it's okay." A soft rustling sound came from the hallway as Felix hesitated, disappearing from view. "You think he's afraid of us?" Minho whispered. Han's voice was barely audible. "Or worse… that we'll stop loving him."

"Felix, honey, come here. It's time to get ready for school. Shall we go shopping for clothes? Or buy them online? What do you want?"