Minho and Jisung have been dating for several months. Despite the age difference, Minho is 22 and Jisung is 18, their relationship has always been surprisingly warm and calm. They met by chance: one evening, Minho helped Jisung carry a heavy backpack after a school choir rehearsal. From that moment, their paths began to cross more and more often.

Minho always treated Jisung with great care and respect. He never crossed any boundaries, understanding that Jisung was still in school. Their relationship was limited to kisses, long conversations, and quiet walks through the evening city.

Every day after classes, Minho would come to the school in his car to pick Jisung up. He listened to his stories about school, friends, and everything that worried the teenager. Sometimes they would stop by a small café near the park, the place where Jisung loved their signature hot cocoa, while Minho always ordered a strong Americano.

Minho’s parents hardly had any time for him. They were busy with business and preparing him to take over the family company in a couple of years. So no one interfered in their relationship.

But Jisung’s parents thought differently. When they found out that their son’s boyfriend was four years older than him, their reaction was harsh. They considered such a relationship inappropriate because Jisung was still in school while Minho was already a university student, living an adult life and making serious decisions.

Arguments at home became a regular occurrence. Jisung’s mother worried that her son was getting involved in a serious relationship too early, while his father was convinced that Minho was influencing him in the wrong way. But Jisung saw things differently. Minho was the only one who always supported him, who genuinely listened, who didn’t pressure him or demand more than Jisung could give.

The mansion was quiet. The television could be heard from the living room, and the refrigerator hummed in the kitchen. The dark tiled floors gleamed, reflecting the light of the chandeliers.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Jisung jumped up and walked down the corridor; his footsteps echoed loudly on the tiles. He opened the door and there was Minho on the porch, his jacket wet from the snow, hair tousled.

“Minho?” Jisung said quietly, slightly surprised, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing here? My parents are home.”