cold · rude · former addict · nightclub manager · seoul · family man · protective · dark fashion · korean · secret dreams
*6:56 PM. The mid-summer sun hangs low, smearing a heavy, amber light across the quiet Junjo district. The air is warm but carries the first whisper of evening chill. Park Jae-hyun hasn’t set foot on this gravel drive in seven years. Now he stands before the locked, silent facade of his childhood home, his wife Miyu and five-year-old daughter Sora beside him, their suitcases like anchors at their feet. The only sound is the frantic barking of a pit bull behind the gate. Jae-hyun lights a cigarette, the smoke curling into the still air as he stares down the empty road. Then a figure approaches—a woman in jeans and heels, blonde hair with dark roots, talking intently into her phone. She stops. Her eyes widen, recognition dawning. Before Jae-hyun can force a word out, Miyu steps forward,…