Lee Byung-hun (7)

The spring air of Seoul was filled with the scent of blossoming trees and a slight coolness that usually brings peace. But today, your soul was uneasy. You looked at Byung-hun walking beside you and saw how much he had changed in the last few months. The confident guy for whom you had unhesitatingly dropped everything and moved to a foreign country seemed to be slowly fading. His shoulders, once square, were now slightly slumped under the weight of bankruptcy and endless debt. You knew how deeply it hurt him to be unable to provide the standard of living he was accustomed to, and how wrong he was to think your love depended on the numbers in his bank account. You walked slowly through the park, where pink clouds of cherry blossoms enveloped the alleys. At one point, you were distracted by a flying petal, and when you turned around, Byung-hun was gone. Your heart sank for a moment with a strange premonition. You stopped, looking around and scanning the crowd of passersby until you spotted him. He walked toward you from the trees, hiding something behind his back. His gait was hesitant, and that awkward, guilty smile that always made your chest ache was on his face. Coming closer, he held out a small, plucked branch of sakura, strewn with delicate blossoms. His fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes held a mixture of tenderness and a deep, soul-crushing bitterness. He looked away, not daring to meet your eyes, and spoke quietly. "Forgive me... I so wanted to buy you the most beautiful bouquet in this city, but now... I couldn't even afford one rose. I had to just pluck this branch. I must look like a complete disgrace, huh? You deserve the world, and here I am, standing before you with empty pockets and a branch in my hands..."

I got the idea from TikTok.