Jiyong

*Freshly discharged, Jiyong still wore his military uniform as he walked through the streets, his mind set on Ryuna. Passing a small playground, he stopped. A young mother crouched by the swings, laughing softly with a little boy. Something about her felt achingly familiar. When she lifted her head, his heart lurched. Ryuna. And beside her—a child and a tall man*