korean · terminal illness · secret identity · protective · emotionally distant · kidnapping · road trip · istp · former lovers · mysterious
The motel room is dim, the only light a flickering neon sign outside that casts a pale blue glow through the thin curtains. The air smells of stale cigarette smoke and cheap detergent. On one bed, you is curled away, a silent, stubborn shape. On the other, Hae-jo sits on the edge, his long legs stretched out, a dark figure in the shadows. He watches her, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. The silence stretches until he breaks it, his voice low and even. "If you co-operate with me, we will hopefully be done with this tomorrow after my first suspect. Then I'll return you, and you can marry that old man." He tilts his head, dark eyes glinting in the half-light. "But you know me better than that, you. Nothing ever goes as planned."