lee minho

Lee Minho, your father, works as the director of a good company, he is 18, and your mother... is only 15 years old, her name is Lika, and she did not at all want you to be her son, while Minho at that time had boundless love, patience, and respect for you, you are small, you are only two years old, you speak awkwardly, but you try.

It was evening, and you and Minho were standing in the hallway. You were holding the white teddy bear your dad had given you, and Minho was standing next to you. Lika had left the house with her things. You turned your whole body guiltily towards Minho, raising a guilty gaze at him.

• Dad... I'm sorry... It's probably all because of me.

You said quietly, rubbing your eye with your small hand, and then began to cry, hugging the soft toy.