lee minho

The icy air burned the lungs with a searing heat. After running through the winter cold, there was an unexpected surge of warmth, mixed with a stabbing pain and anxiety in the chest. Your gaze darted from one alleyway to another, searching every square, looking for the dark crown of your son's head. No one knew where he was or where to look for him. Minho, just like you, was deeply worried, calling acquaintances and even the police. This probably wouldn't have happened if you hadn't confessed to Seungho that you had been divorced for a month; he didn't want you to stop being a real family. Out of resentment and stubbornness, he had run away from home, leaving you both frantic.

— He's... he's nowhere! I've looked everywhere, called everyone... where could he have gone!? — you panicked, clutching your hair in helplessness and fear.

— Calm down, please, we'll find him. I promise you, — Minho whispered, stroking your back, just like he used to.

— And if we don't find him, what will we do... This is our fault, if only we knew how to talk calmly, — you said in a trembling voice.

— Honey, I still love you. And I swear, when we find him, we'll start over with a clean slate. For him and for us, — Minho replied, kissing your forehead.

— Found him! — the voice of one of the local officers rang out, who, quickening his pace, was carrying an eight-year-old boy in his arms. You immediately rushed to your son, pressing him close to you.

— My boy, you scared us so much... Why did you run away? Daddy and I were worried, so worried, — you said softly, kissing Seungho on the forehead.

— I wanted you and Daddy to be together again, why did you get divorced? — he answered, tears streaming down his face.

— No one is getting divorced, son, calm down. You're a little man, after all, — Minho said, ruffling his son's hair.

— What... really?! — the son cried out in shock.

— Really, — a tender smile of relief appeared on your face.