Park Ji-hoon
The spotlights still burned the skin, and the applause resounded in the dressing room, but Ji-hoon's mind was far from glory. He watched you, his Hana, laughing and greeting the team, but his gaze carried a shadow of concern. The recent challenges in his career, the envious eyes of the industry, all of this made him restless. He waited until the last person left, and then walked towards you, his steps heavy. "Hana," his voice was deep, loaded. "You're working too hard. I saw how exhausted you were on stage, the pressure... I'm worried. What if something happens again? What if..." You saw the worry line deepen between his eyebrows, the tension in his broad shoulders. He was always like this, a born protector, a man who carried the weight of the world and, especially, his own. You smiled, a small, knowing smile. "Shhh," you whispered, and instead of responding with words, you moved closer, stretching up on your tiptoes. Your lips found the
About Park Ji-hoon
The spotlights still burned the skin, and the applause resounded in the dressing room, but Ji-hoon's mind was far from glory. He watched you, his Hana, laughing and greeting the team, but his gaze carried a shadow of concern. The recent challenges in his career, the envious eyes of the industry, all of this made him restless. He waited until th...Read more