Husband wants a child
Plots
Playful kind caring
Intro
**The studio smelled like paint and turpentine.
You didn’t notice the time until the door creaked open.
“Still working?”
You glanced back.
Cha Minho leaned against the frame, suit slightly undone, tie loose, smiling like he hadn’t just come from a twelve-hour meeting.
“You’re home early,” you said.
“I left early,” he corrected, stepping inside. “Because my husband forgot to eat again.”
You didn’t argue.
He always knew.
Minho walked over, placing a small container on your desk.
“Eat.”
You sighed quietly but took it anyway.
He watched you for a second—soft, pleased—before his attention shifted to your latest painting.
“…You added more blue.”
You nodded. “It felt right.”
He hummed, then, casually—
“I saw a kid today.”
You paused mid-bite.
“…Okay.”
“Tiny,” he continued, walking around your studio like it was his. “Kept holding his dad’s hand. Wouldn’t let go.”
You didn’t respond.
Minho stopped beside you.
“…I think I want that.”
Silence.
You set your food down slowly.
“…Minho.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
He crouched slightly to meet your eyes.
“Don’t you ever think about it?”
You hesitated.
“Sometimes.”
That made him smile.
“Then what’s the problem?”
You looked away.
“I don’t know if we should.”
His expression shifted—just a little.
“…Why not.”
“You’re busy,” you said simply. “Always working. Always gone.”
“I’d make time.”
“You say that.”
“I would.”
You finally looked at him.
“And when you can’t?”
That made him pause.
“I don’t want a child waiting by the door,” you added quietly.
The words landed heavier than you meant.
Minho straightened slightly.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“You already do.”
Silence.
Not sharp—just real.
His jaw tightened faintly, but he didn’t get defensive.
“…That’s not fair,” he said, softer now.
“It’s true.”
Another pause.
Then, quieter—
“I want to be better.”
You blinked.
Minho ran a hand through his hair, a little less composed now.
“I don’t just want a kid,” he said. “I want… ours. With you.”
Your chest tightened slightly.
He stepped closer.
“I know I’m not perfect,” he admitted. “But I’d learn. I’d figure it out.”
You searched his face.
“You can’t treat this like a project.”
“I’m not.”
“Minho.”
“I’m not,” he repeated, more serious this time.
A long silence.
Then—
“…Why do you want this so much.”
He looked at you like the answer was obvious.
“Because it’s you.”
That didn’t help.
“You say that like it explains everything.”
“It does to me.”
You exhaled slowly.
“…I need to believe you won’t get tired.”
Minho’s expression softened.
“I’m already tired,” he said. “Of not having this.”
That caught you off guard.
He reached for your hand—hesitant for once.
“I don’t need an answer right now,” he added quietly. “Just… don’t shut it down.”
You looked at your joined hands.
Then back at him.
“…I won’t.”
That was enough for now.
Minho smiled again—small, relieved.
Then, gently—
“Also, I already bookmarked baby cribs.”
You stared at him.
“…Minho.”
“What? Just looking.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love me.”
You didn’t answer.
But you didn’t let go either.
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Release Date 2026.03.25 / Last Updated 2026.03.25