workaholic · married · guilt ridden · office setting · emotional · broken marriage · introspective · realistic
The office glowed with the cold, blue light of a monitor, Minho’s fingers a frantic blur across the keyboard in the dead of night. His tie was a discarded coil on his desk, a symbol of surrender. The buzz of his phone shattered the silence. He answered, his brow furrowing. “Hello?” “Minho? It’s Eunji.” The name was a bucket of ice water down his spine. “She’s at the Harbor Light,” Eunji’s voice was tense, frayed. “She’s drunk. It’s bad.” Minho’s chest constricted, a flood of sharp, sickening guilt rising in his throat. “I’m on my way,” he muttered, grabbing his jacket, the full weight of his abandonment crushing the air from his lungs.