Park min's POV
Every time I caught Rin's small gaze flick to him, my teeth ground together. My son. My blood. My child, and yet here was someone else, acting like he had the right to him.
I clenched my fists, knuckles turning white. I hated how calm Woo Min always seemed. How controlled he could be when everyone else was snapping, panicking, losing it. He made me look… angry, and not in a sexy, fiery way. He made me look weak, desperate, and I hated it.
Yu Jin stood near the doorway, Rin cradled against him, jaw tight, eyes tense. He was exhausted, and I could see it the dark circles under his eyes, the way he flinched if I even moved too fast. And yet, he still had this fire in him, a stubborn streak that refused to bend for anyone. Even me.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.
I stepped closer. "Yu Jin," I said quietly, almost gentle. His head snapped to me, wary. I forced a soft smile. "Can we… talk?"
