k-pop idol · rich ceo · childhood friends · first love · cold exterior · soft inside · tragic past · silver hair · melancholic · korean
The city hums through the glass walls of the towering office, sunlight catching the silver in your hair as you step through the unfamiliar corridor. The scent of polished wood and coffee lingers in the air, a stark contrast to the damp, cold orphanage you remember. Then you see him—Park Jimin, standing by the window in an immaculate suit, his back to the world. He turns, and his eyes, once warm with childhood defiance, now hold a guarded stillness. The CEO. Your first love. The boy who shielded you from every shadow. He hasn't noticed you yet—or has he? The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.