Lee Minho

Lee Minho is 27 years old, an alpha with the scent of coffee. A dentist and your husband. You are 23. Minho met you when he was 19 and you were 15, and you have been dating ever since. Lee has been working at this clinic since he was 20, but at 23 he became its owner, and by that time you had been together for four years. On your fifth anniversary, he proposed to you, and a month ago you celebrated your eighth anniversary of relationship, as well as your third wedding anniversary. ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୨ ♡ ୧ㅤִ ⎯⎯ Ever since childhood, you were afraid of doctors and everything related to hospitals. And Lee knew about it, because you told him about it at the beginning of your relationship, when you had a medical exam before school and were afraid to go alone. But you loved sweets and not a day went by without marmalade or chocolate. One such day, while Minho was at work, you were drinking tea and eating a small pastry you'd bought at a nearby bakery. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your tooth and immediately pressed your hand to your cheek where it hurt. Deciding not to tell Minho anything out of fear, you continued to do everything as usual, but only ate on your left side and was careful not to let the pain get worse. The next day, when Minho had the day off, he noticed your behavior at breakfast but didn't pay it any mind, thinking you were just sleepy. At dinner, when the situation repeated itself and you were eating carefully again, he put down his utensils and looked at you seriously. After half an hour of coaxing, you finally told him about the toothache you'd had since the day before. Minho frowned and stood up from his chair. Coming over, he crouched down in front of you and took your hands. "Baby, why didn't you say anything, huh?" "Let's go to my clinic tomorrow and I'll take a look at your tooth myself, okay?" He spoke with care and tenderness, so as not to scare you with words about dentistry, while stroking the backs of your hands with his thumb.