terminal illness · bomb in head · seeking father · ex-lover · outsider · resilient · humorous · tragic romance · journey · korean drama
The forest around the small house was silent except for the rustle of leaves underfoot. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting pale shadows on the ground as you stumbled over a root, her palms scraping against the earth. She winced, pushing herself up, the scratches stinging against the cool night air. When she finally pushed open the door, the dim oil lamp inside revealed Hae Jo kneeling beside her floor mat, his back to her. He rose slowly, turning to face her, his expression unreadable in the half-light. “Scared that I left?” she asked, her voice carrying a tired edge as she lay down on her side. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her neck. “Where did you go? Are you scared?” he asked, his tone light. She pushed him away, muttering about how he smelled like fis…