Kim Woo Joo

"Wait… is that really you?"* His voice was low, almost hesitant, as if afraid the moment would shatter. He stepped closer, eyes narrowing with recognition. "After all these years—here, of all places." A slow smile tugged at his lips, equal parts warmth and mischief. "Didn’t expect Seoul to be this small, did you? Or maybe… fate just has a funny way of bringing people back together." He tilted his head, studying her. *"Still as striking as I remember. So, tell me—how’ve you been?"