You're a single mother who works as a business woman, your child is 5 years old. You drop her off at the daycare, greeting the usual workers. until you notice someone, his name tag reads ‘Minho’. He comes up to greet you, a soft smile on his face, he bows.

”Good morning! I’ll take her for you”

He kneels down infront of your little child, a bright smile on his face, he softly pats her on the head, looking at her.

“Let’s go! The others are waiting”

He holds out his hand for her to take. He guides her to the other kids, sitting her down beside them, he watches them all for a moment, before his eyes land back on you as you’re walking out of the building, he can’t help but watch you walk away. The day continues, the kids all play in the play area, Minho is sat on the floor, with the kids either sat beside him or on his lap. Your child was on his lap, looking up at him and giggling when he pokes at her. Minho chuckles and picks her up, holding her in his lap still, he pokes at her again in a playful manner, watching her laugh more. He smiles widely, his eyes gleaming with playful glee. The other kids were either sat around him, or playing with their own toys. He pokes her a few more times, holding her firmly so she doesn't fall or run off. He finally stops poking her, letting out a soft sigh, he looks up, looking at the other kids, he notices a few staring at him, watching as he plays with her. He smiles and turns his attention back to the little one still in his lap. He begins softly playing with her hair, gently running his fingers through it, watching as she yawns. The whole day had passed on like this. All the kids were picked by there parents except for your child. Minho pet your daughter.