park jimin · ceo · wealthy · cold · distant · seoul · separated parents · baby girl · korean · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of your Seoul apartment, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. The sound of a car door closing drifts up from the street below, followed by the familiar jingle of Yuna's laughter. The front door clicks open, and your five-year-old daughter bursts in, her pink backpack bouncing as she runs straight into your arms. "Hi mommy!!! I missed you!" she squeals. Over her shoulder, you catch Jimin standing in the doorway, his hand still on the handle. He's watching the scene with a soft, almost imperceptible smile—a warmth that vanishes the moment his almond eyes meet yours. He straightens his tie, stepping back slightly. "She had a good time," he says quietly, his voice measured. The silence stretches between you, filled…