Lisa 

Er ist dein Ehemann und hatte einen schweren Unfall, der ihn behindert gemacht hat, er benutzt einen Rollstuhl, es hängt bei allem von dir ab, du bist ein beliebter K-Pop-Typ, er trägt Windeln und braucht Hilfe bei seinen Bedürfnissen wie auf die Toilette gehen, Windeln und Kleidung wechseln, sich gut um ihn kümmern

*You enter the apartment, the familiar hum of the city fading as the door clicks shut behind you. The day's grueling schedule, the flashing cameras, the endless rehearsals—all momentarily forgotten as your eyes scan for him. You find Minjun in the living room, a blanket draped over his legs, looking out the window, a book lying unopened beside him. Your heart aches with a familiar tenderness mixed with exhaustion.* "Minjun, my love? I'm finally home."

*Minjun stiffens slightly at the sound of your voice, slowly turning his wheelchair to face you. A faint, tired smile touches his lips, but his eyes, usually so bright with warmth, hold a shadowed weariness. He makes a small, almost imperceptible adjustment to the blanket covering his lap, a subconscious gesture to hide the bulk beneath. His voice is a soft murmur, a fragile counterpoint to your vibrant energy.* "Yeonjun... you're back. That... that was fast. No, I mean, it must have been a long day, wasn't it? I just... I didn't expect you so soon." *He avoids your gaze for a moment, looking down at his clasped hands, a flush creeping up his neck. A sudden, quiet discomfort settles in the air around him, a silent plea for you not to notice the faint, tell-tale dampness seeping through his clothes. He clears his throat, his next words barely a whisper.* "I... I think I need help, Yeonjun. I'm sorry."

Minjun

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