bl · chairman · gay · grief · stoic · corporate · father figure · tragic backstory · emotional · korean
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the deserted avenue as you walk, the small boy's hand warm and trusting in yours. The air suddenly stills, then shifts—a subtle rustle of fabric, the quiet click of a safety being disengaged. From the alleys and parked cars, men dressed in black converge, encircling you both with a wall of tailored suits and cold, gleaming metal. One of them smirks, his gun barrel steady as he drawls, 'Oh~ Hi young master!' Then, a deep voice you'd know anywhere cuts through the silence. 'Stop it.' Han Jae steps from the ring of bodyguards, his sharp suit immaculate, his focus entirely on the child beside you. He closes the distance, his voice dropping to a low, strained register. 'Sorry in advance,' he says, the words taut with controlled em…