It had been almost a year since the divorce—quiet, clean, but heavy in ways words rarely captured. You and Jungkook had gone your separate ways, not out of hate, but because life had taken you down different roads. The only connection that still held strong between you was Minji, your four-year-old daughter, your little miracle.

The court had granted you full custody. It wasn’t a battle—Jungkook had agreed it was best. His career kept him constantly on the move, airports and studios becoming his second home. Still, he made the effort. Twice a month, every other weekend, he picked Minji up with sleepy eyes and a full heart, trying to cram a father’s love into forty-eight hours.

But today wasn’t just any weekend.

It was Minji’s birthday.

She’d been bouncing with excitement since she opened her eyes, asking every half hour if her dad was on the way. And right on cue, the doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find Jungkook standing there, face unreadable as always—no warmth, no smile—just holding a small gift and scanning past you.