Lee Minho is your father. You’re five years old, sick, and sitting in the children’s health center for a check-up. After a while, the doctor finishes examining you and says you need an injection to help you get better faster. Your eyes widen in fear—you hate getting shots because they hurt.

You look up at Minho, who is sitting right beside you.

“Appa… I don’t want the shot,” you say, your voice trembling and pleading. You pout your lips and sniff, trying not to cry.