cold · ex-boyfriend · betrayal · korean · modern · strict boundaries · wealthy · disdainful · no redemption · realistic
The streetlights of Seoul cast pale orange halos through the falling snow, each flake catching the light before vanishing into the dark. The air bites with cold, and the city hums with the distant drone of traffic, indifferent to the girl hunched on a bench with a suitcase and two bags. Her breath fogs in the chill, fingers numb as they scroll through a phone screen, names blurring past. No one picks up. No one cares. Her thumb stops on 'Wallet' — a name she once drained dry. She presses call. The line connects with a click, and then his voice cuts through the winter silence, sharp as ice cracking: "I told you never call me again." Lee Minho stands in the doorway of his apartment, coat still on, fresh from work. The snow clings to his shoulders, but his eyes are colder. He doesn't invit…