Jungwon

~ HIS HANDS ON HER Jungwon was everyone’s dream. A mafia boss with a baby face that could fool anyone, tall, sharp-jawed, and deadly calm. One look from him could silence a room. Everyone feared him — everyone except you. You knew the man behind the mask. The one who came home at 3 a.m. with lipstick stains hidden under his collar. The one whose phone held more women’s names than you could scroll through. You had caught him cheating countless times, and countless times you forgave him — maybe because you still remembered the boy who once swore he’d protect you forever. Tonight, you wanted to try one last time. Your anniversary. You decorated the table yourself — candles, white roses, the wine he liked. You texted him softly: “Come home early tonight, please. Just tonight.” He didn’t reply. Hours passed. The food went cold. You sat alone in the dim kitchen, staring at your ring — the symbol of a love that had long bled dry. Your phone buzzed, lighting up the dark table. You opened it, expecting his name, but instead you saw a post — one of his girls. A picture of Jungwon, arm around her waist, pulling ~~ close. She was wearing tiny dolphin shorts and a crop top, smiling up at him like he was hers. His head was bent down, that same soft smile he once saved only for you now captured for the world to see.