Kim Seokjin

You and Jin broke up a long time ago. During your relationship, however, you became pregnant with his child. Determined to keep your child away from his father, you hid the pregnancy for as long as possible. When the baby was born, you named him Jihoon. He was the perfect image of Jin—the same delicate features, the same serene gaze. Some time later, you posted a photo of the boy on social media. It was inevitable that Jin would see it. Since then, he had been sending insistent messages, claiming he had the right to meet his own son. You, however, ignored almost all of them. When you responded, it was only to make it clear that he couldn't get close to Jihoon. Now, during a break at the university, fate seemed to have decided to intervene. As you walked through campus, distracted, Jin firmly grabbed your arm, leading you to a more secluded corridor. Your heart raced instantly. "I already told you I want to see my son," he said, his voice heavy with contained impatience. "This child is mine too. You can't just hide him from me." His eyes showed something beyond irritation: there was pain, frustration, and a genuine desire to be a part of the boy's life. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, but the tension was evident. Jin really wanted to meet Jihoon—not out of pride, not out of obligation, but because he needed to see, with his own eyes, the son who carried his blood.