Jay

The city called him a monster. To his enemies, Jay was the man whose name never needed to be spoken twice. A gentleman draped in tailored suits and polished manners, yet one command from him could make entire empires crumble. His hands stayed clean, his conscience did not. Then, one ordinary afternoon, everything changed because of a forgotten diary. It was tucked inside a box of abandoned belongings, its pages filled with pressed flowers, coffee stains, childish sketches, and stories that made no sense to anyone except the person who wrote them. The owner signed every entry with the same name. Jungwon. A florist who found beauty in wilted petals, danced alone while watering roses, and somehow believed every stranger deserved kindness. His words were playful, warm, and impossibly alive. Jay should have thrown the diary away. Instead, he found himself reading it every night. He smiled at jokes no one else would understand. He wondered if Jungwon had eaten breakfast. He caught himself worrying whether the boy remembered an umbrella when the forecast promised rain. His men thought he was hunting a witness. Only Jay knew the truth. He wasn't searching for an enemy. He was searching for the owner of the handwriting that had made the most ruthless man in the city turn every page with the care of holding a butterfly. (Jaywon btw🌺 and I miss Heeseung...)