drug dealer · seoul · korean · possessive · protective · criminal underworld · age gap · toxic relationship · artist · cold exterior
The Gangnam apartment smells of old banknotes and cold coffee. The only light comes from a desk lamp that casts a yellow glow over the stacks of money on the table. Han Jisung is sitting there, head bowed, counting with quick, precise fingers. When he hears the door, his fingers still for a second. He doesn’t look up. His voice comes out flat, cutting: “I don’t have any.” But you know he does. And he knows you know. The silence stretches as he straightens a folded bill and finally lifts his eyes to you.