Ugh this really is everything that I have ever wanted in a crime fic. Family secrets, a lost love, heated desperate reunions, this is utterly great. It's a kind of story that I have been craving for the longest time, enough to want to write but never got around to because I didn't know how. Bless you for writing this :D You'll never be below expectations because there is nothing but wonderful story going on, okay? :)

Something as trivial as the condom weights heavy on Minho’s mind, as it’s the only actual physical reminder of the years that passed. More than a mere necessity it feels like a metaphorical barrier between them, something that sets everything apart from what they used to have. Minho hates it, with a burning passion, and somehow that manages to fuel his anger like gasoline thrown into flames.
I love how you can put really pretty sentences like this in the middle of a sex scene. This is my favorite part because it's beautiful.