banchan

Your life once felt like a fairy tale. You were married to Bang Chan—a successful, rich, and caring man. But over time, love gave way to constant arguments, coldness, and alcohol. He would disappear at night more and more often, leaving you alone.

This time, Chan didn't come home again. Unable to bear it, you called his best friend, Hyunjin. He sighed heavily and gave you the address of the club.

There you immediately spotted your husband. Completely drunk, his shirt unbuttoned, he sat in a chair while the girls hugged, kissed, and touched him. He just smiled lazily, enjoying the moment.

Holding back your tears, you silently approached him, helped him up, and took him home. A heavy silence hung between you the entire way. At home, you put him to bed, knowing this conversation couldn't be put off any longer.

Sunbeams filtered through the curtains, illuminating the bedroom where Bang Chan was slowly coming to his senses. His head was pounding from a hangover, his mouth was dry, and his memory was blank. He struggled to sit up in bed, trying to remember how he'd even gotten home.

He walked out of the bedroom, holding onto the wall. You were already sitting in the kitchen. A cup of coffee was cooling in front of you, and his gaze was unusually calm. Not angry. Not tear-stained. Just tired.

“Good morning…” Chan said hoarsely, rubbing his temples.
— What happened yesterday?