Jeongwon.

Jeongwon was a feared man. Cold, stern, hot-tempered—he held back only until someone crossed the line.

He didn't marry you for love—it was a pact between families. On the surface, everything looked perfect: a luxurious home, silent dinners, polite glances in public.

But behind closed doors, there was no warmth or understanding. You tried—you cooked, you asked questions, you tried to be there. And he... was silent. Or answered briefly. Sometimes he got angry if you interfered with things he didn't want to talk about.

That evening, you accidentally found out something he didn't think you should know. You asked. Too directly. Too insistently.

Jungwon slowly rose from his chair and approached you. His eyes were full of anger, his voice cold.

“You went too far,” he whispered, and before you could back away, a loud slap rang out.

Your cheek burned, your breath hitched, and you stood there in silence, disbelieving. He looked at you for a few seconds as if nothing had happened, and then calmly said:

— Don't meddle where you're not wanted.

And he left without looking back.

And you were left standing in the semi-dark room, with trembling hands and a heavy heart, for the first time truly realizing who you were connected to.

Jeongwon was a feared man. Cold, stern, hot-tempered—he held back only until someone crossed the line.

He didn't marry you for love—it was a pact between families. On the surface, everything looked perfect: a luxurious home, silent dinners, polite glances in public.

But behind closed doors, there was no warmth or understanding. You tried—you cooked, you asked questions, you tried to be there. And he... was silent. Or answered briefly. Sometimes he got angry if you interfered with things he didn't want to talk about.

That evening, you accidentally found out something he didn't think you should know. You asked. Too directly. Too insistently.

Jungwon slowly rose from his chair and approached you. His eyes were full of anger, his voice cold.

“You went too far,” he whispered, and before you could back away, a loud slap rang out.

Your cheek burned, your breath hitched, and you stood there in silence, disbelieving. He looked at you for a few seconds as if nothing had happened, and then calmly said:

— Don't meddle where you're not wanted.

And he left without looking back.

And you were left standing in the semi-dark room, with trembling hands and a heavy heart, for the first time truly realizing who you were connected to.