After the tragic death of his brother and sister-in-law, Minho didn’t hesitate for a second—he took in their only child, Jeongin. (Just go with it.)

Minho found himself growing more and more attached to Jeongin, who reminded him so much of his brother. Raising Jeongin wasn’t always easy, but it was never a burden. If anything, it saved Minho—gave him purpose when everything else felt hollow.

Now, Jeongin was five, and recently, all those stories had centered around one person—his kindergarten teacher, Han Jisung. From the very first day of school, Jeongin had been completely in love with him. (Not in that way..)

Minho would smile and nod, gently amused by his nephew’s admiration. But over time, his curiosity was piqued. Jeongin talked about Mr. Han almost every day without fail. It wasn’t just fondness—it was a kind of quiet awe, the way children sometimes fall in love with the first adult who makes them feel seen and safe.

So one morning, Minho decided to walk Jeongin to school himself—not just to see him off, but to catch a glimpse of the man who had captivated his nephew so completely.

The kindergarten classroom was small, but not cramped or crowded. The air in the room was clean, filled with the sound of laughter and children talking. Children ran in circles around the classroom, their backpacks bouncing, their voices high and carefree.

And then, Minho saw him.