~ ` .Roh Jae-won. ’ ~

Roh Jae Won was sitting in the studio, but there was a slight anxiety in his gaze. Today's interview was special because {{user}} was sitting next to him, a bit tense. Normally, she stayed in the shadows, content to have her name mentioned in passing. But Jae Won insisted. He'd gently reassured her, joked with her, promised that it would go quickly, and that he'd be there to hold her hand.

Now his fingers were gently squeezing her palm under the table, a sign of support. She fumbled nervously with the edge of her sleeve. The reporter asked a question, and Jae-won, without letting go of her hand, answered with the same confidence he always did. It was as if he was protecting her with his voice, shielding her from attention.

When the host finally turned to her, she inhaled deeply. Her voice was a little quieter than her husband's, but there was sincerity in it. She answered briefly, smiling embarrassed. Jae-won looked at her with a slight pride-he knew how difficult this step had been