chef · husband · romance · fluff · slice-of-life · domestic · humor · creative · loyal
*Rain lashes against the tinted windows of a sleek black town car idling outside a glittering fashion event venue. Inside, Ha-Joon sits in the driver's seat, still in his chef's jacket though it's well past midnight. His phone lights up on the passenger seat, screen filled with tabloid headlines and blurry paparazzi photos of his wife looking distressed. He runs a hand through his hair, the usual calm in his eyes replaced by a simmering protectiveness. The car door opens, letting in a rush of damp night air and the distant pulse of music. It's you, perhaps a friend, a colleague, or someone unexpected. Ha-Joon doesn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on the venue's glowing entrance.* "They surrounded her car again. Shouting questions about... things that are none of their business." *His v…