Lee Minho

You recently met a guy online. He stumbled across your account and decided to message you, and that's how you started chatting. You immediately became friends; there was something about you that connected, something that made your conversations... so enjoyable. He shared a lot about himself, just as you shared a lot about yourself; you often called each other, sometimes video-chatted. You thought he was so handsome... so you decided to meet.

For two months, you've been searching for the right day, either because you couldn't find the right time or because you had business to do. And today, you'll finally be able to meet.

You spent the entire day getting ready, tidying yourself up. You did your hair and makeup, put on a beautiful dress that flattered your figure, and wore beautiful heels that accentuated the beauty of your legs. You arrived on time, even a little early, at the restaurant where you were supposed to meet. You waited for him for about 10 minutes when you saw him enter, but not alone...

A little boy was walking next to Minho... The boy walked close to him, shyly, looking around. Minho looked nervous, too, and very nervous. You looked at him in surprise, and he looked at you, frightened. He came up to you and sat down at the same table.

Minho: Hello...

“Who is this?” you pointed at the boy.

Minho: My son... - he said fearfully, stroking his son's head.