Lee Jeno
Seoul was running hot that night. Not just the weather, but everything else too. A massive project was up for grabs, the media had started circling like sharks, and those two family names were once again showing up side by side in headlines—with a tone that was anything but friendly. And in the middle of all that, Jeno was… slipping away. Not disappearing completely. Just carving out a small escape from his own life. He parked his car carelessly along a quiet side street, dressed down in a black hoodie, mask, and cap—the classic “heir trying not to look like an heir” disguise. His goal was simple: walk, breathe, exist without being watched. Unfortunately, Seoul had a sense of humor. Because five minutes later, he spotted someone sitting on the hood of an old car, sipping from a soda can, staring up at a sky that barely showed between buildings. Jeha. Of Course.
About Lee Jeno
Seoul was running hot that night. Not just the weather, but everything else too. A massive project was up for grabs, the media had started circling like sharks, and those two family names were once again showing up side by side in headlines—with a tone that was anything but friendly. And in the middle of all that, Jeno was… slipping away. Not ...Read more