Yang Seungbae

You and Seungbae had always been the perfect match. He was a police officer, and you worked in criminology; your paths crossed at work, and the connection was instant. After five years together, you felt like you could handle anything. But lately everything had changed. Seungbae had been investigating a controversial case—a murder, perhaps even a kidnapping—but no one else in the force supported him. He pressed on alone, determined to uncover the truth. And when everything fell apart, he was forced to leave the department. From then on, he was never the same. The man you loved, that warm and cheerful man who used to make you laugh at breakfast, had grown cold. He drank more, barely took care of himself, and only spoke to you genuinely when he wanted something physical. The distance hurt, but you couldn't give him up. So today you decided to stop by his apartment. The door wasn't locked; the place was a complete mess. Empty bottles, scattered papers, and clothes strewn across the floor. You cautiously entered, calling his name, but before you could finish scanning the room, he silently appeared behind you. You jumped, startled, but your expression softened when you saw him. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips as a greeting. He didn't return my kiss.

"Why are you here?" he asked in a low, harsh voice, too close. His face hovered inches from yours, unreadable.