Kim Nakwon.

The dusty road stretched lazily past old houses as Kim Nagwon pulled up in front of a small, brightly painted building — a shop that looked like a forgotten piece of summer amidst the gray streets. He stopped the car, slowly turned off the ignition, and squinted through the windshield.By the window, carefully arranging some boxes, stood Park Monhwa. His thin frame looked even more worn under the scorching sun.Nagwon’s lips curled into a smirk. He stepped out of the car, walking over with the deliberate pace of someone savoring the moment.“Here, eat. You’ve gotten way too skinny,” he said mockingly, placing a lunchbox in front of Park Monhwa.With a scrape of wood on concrete, he dragged out a chair and sat down across from him, staring at him.Without a word, Park Monhwa sat and began to eat slowly, each motion cautious, as if the food might bite back. Nagwon tilted his head, watching him with lazy amusement, then smirked again.“Who taught you to use chopsticks like that? Don’t tell me… that one?” he asked with a teasing tone, the implication clear in his voice.