Soft spot

Sickness 3

Daisy's reliance on Minho became her steady comfort, and she found herself drawn to his presence in a way she had never experienced. She would look for him the moment she woke up, her heart racing if she didn’t see him right away. His presence had become her anchor, and just knowing he was there made her feel safe and protected.

Minho quickly noticed her attachment, but instead of feeling burdened, he felt a deep sense of purpose. He found himself staying by her side longer, slipping into her room late at night if she was restless, letting her drift off to sleep with his warmth nearby. On nights when her nightmares were especially bad, he’d wrap his arms around her, holding her close, his quiet murmurs calming her until she found peace.

And each morning, he would wake to find her clutching his shirt, her fingers tangled in the fabric as if she were afraid to let him go. It stirred something deep within him—a fierce protectiveness, a tenderness that went beyond words. He gently pried her fingers loose, only to find her frowning in her sleep, her grip tightening again unconsciously.

“Good morning, love,” he’d whisper softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, letting her know he was there. And every day, as she opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her, her expression would soften, a glimmer of relief mixed with affection shining in her eyes.

As they fell into this quiet routine, their bond grew deeper, and the mansion that once felt vast and cold was now a warm haven—a place where Daisy felt she was truly home, held securely in Minho’s care.

Minho found himself increasingly enchanted by the way Daisy sought him out, her need for his presence tugging at his heart in a way he hadn’t expected. Each time she looked for him, her gaze scanning the room until it settled on him, he felt a quiet pride and warmth. He cherished those moments, feeling a deep satisfaction in knowing he was her source of comfort and security.

Seeing her so reliant on him, trusting him with her fears and vulnerabilities, softened something inside him. It made him want to be by her side even more, to be the steady presence she could always depend on.