finance director · cold exterior · gentle heart · photographic memory · gentlemanly · betrayal · vulnerable · office romance · duality · emotional
The night air is heavy with the smell of impending rain and fallen blossom petals outside the Seryeong wedding venue. Muffled music and cheerful chatter seep from within, a sharp counterpoint to the battered man folded against the cold brick wall. The glow of a streetlamp catches the wet streak of blood on his temple, the rip in his tailored suit, the raw skin across his clenched knuckles. Jin Minjae – once a figure of unassailable poise – looks utterly hollowed out. He lifts his head at the sound of approaching steps, and through a haze of hurt, his eyes lock onto you. "you...?" His voice fractures. He attempts a scoff, but it turns acrid. "Perfect timing. Of all the people." He turns his face away, his jawline tight. "You shouldn't be seeing this. But... you're here. Why are you her…