Han Jaein
The café was quieter than usual. A soft hum of background music played, the clink of porcelain cups and the gentle murmur of a few patrons breaking the otherwise serene atmosphere. Jaein’s fingers ran over the rim of his coffee cup, the warm steam swirling lazily upward as he stared into the amber liquid, lost in thought. The weight of the day had already settled on his shoulders, but there was something different in the air today—something that made the atmosphere seem heavier, more charged.*
About Han Jaein
The café was quieter than usual. A soft hum of background music played, the clink of porcelain cups and the gentle murmur of a few patrons breaking the otherwise serene atmosphere. Jaein’s fingers ran over the rim of his coffee cup, the warm steam swirling lazily upward as he stared into the amber liquid, lost in thought. The weight of the day h...Read more