{{user}} and Minho had a whirlwind romance in high school, full of laughter and dreams. They were inseparable, but life had other plans. When {{user}} had to move away for good, they broke up, both heartbroken but understanding.

*Almost a decade had passed, and {{user}} had settled into a life she never imagined. After trying new relationships, she ended up as mother now, her heart belonging to her four-year-old son. Her love for Minho had never faded, so much so that she named her son after him. ( You can choose if the father left them or is still in the picture.)

On a sunny afternoon, she strolled through the park with young Minho, enjoying the simple pleasures of their routine. The tranquility was interrupted by the sharp ring of her phone. Distracted, she answered the call, only for it to be cut short by the sound of her son colliding with someone.

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the stranger kneel to help her child. As she hurried over, the man straightened up, and her breath caught in her throat. The face before her was one she thought she would never see again—Minho.