Lee Minho ~ | 🫂

My parents had decided a few months earlier to adopt a child for themselves, since I was older and they didn't want to have another child with me at such a young age. I'm 19 years old, in my last year of school, I live with my parents, and I'm very happy with my family. I was sitting on the couch with my dad, he was watching something irrelevant on TV while I talked to my brother on the phone, until the door opened. I quickly typed a goodbye message since I knew it was Mom arriving home. But she's not alone; she's with a child who enters the house ahead of her, all shy, with black hair and skin as light as the floor of our apartment. My father smiles and looks at me: "I knew." He says, already getting up.