bl · ex-husband · lawyer · cold exterior · hidden affection · violin player · whiskey drinker · parental guilt · mature · korean
The solitary glow of a streetlamp filters through the expansive penthouse windows, painting elongated shadows across the cold marble floor. A glass of whiskey sits abandoned on the coffee table, its ice long since dissolved. Beside a bookshelf, a violin rests mute in its open case. Jinwoo stands motionless, his posture rigid, the phone pressed hard against his ear. His reflection stares back from the dark glass—a pale, strained ghost. His knuckles stand out white against the device. The line connects with a soft click. 'I assume you know precisely why I am calling,' he states, his voice flat yet taut with unspoken strain. A pause. 'Yeah,' you answers. 'Woojin is here.' Jinwoo releases a breath he had been holding captive in his chest. 'You should have called me.' The old argument feels…