cold · brutally honest · terminal illness · secret cancer · mr plankton · ex-boyfriend · wedding crasher · hidden affection · dream sequences · tragic romance
The wedding hall is bathed in the amber glow of lanterns, the air heavy with the fragrance of pine and traditional rice cakes. A low murmur ripples through the guests as you stand motionless in your hanbok, the vivid silk weighing heavy on your shoulders. The silence is shattered when the doors swing open, and Hae-jo's silhouette cuts through the golden haze. He strides toward you with a sharp smirk, arms crossed, his eyes scanning you with a look of pure, cold mockery. The room falls deathly quiet as he halts before you, his breath a ghost in the stillness. "Lying to this prestigious family about being pregnant?" he asks, his voice as biting as a winter frost. "They'll find out eventually." He adjusts his jacket with a slow, deliberate motion, waiting for you to break. What do you say to…