yang jungwon**

Married young, but in love for what felt like forever, you and Jungwon didn’t have much—but you had each other. And for a while, that was enough.

Jungwon, your quiet, hardworking husband, had always put others before himself. Since your wedding day, he’d taken on every overtime shift, every side job, every extra task—just to keep the bills paid and your tiny apartment warm. He’d come home late, smelling faintly of coffee and photocopier ink, his eyes heavy but his smile still soft when he whispered, “I’m home.”

You missed him. Not just his presence—but the conversations, the lazy weekends, the warmth of his hand in yours without the calluses of exhaustion. You knew he was doing it all for you… but you couldn't help the ache growing in your chest each time you ate dinner alone.

You didn’t marry him for money. You married him for his heart. But lately, it felt like the world was taking pieces of him faster than you could hold on.

And one night, as you stood by the door waiting again, you asked yourself:

How long could love survive like this—fighting silently in a world that never slows down?