❃ 𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ❃
❛Ours isn't a fairytale love, baby.❜
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New Year's or no New Year's, the infamous Jungkook had somehow found his way onto everybody's lips again. He always did.
But this time, it wasn't because of...
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Park Seo Joon knew all too well the sting of loneliness—of being an outcast. He had always harbored the deep-seated belief that he didn't fit into the society he was raised in, nor did he think he was ever meant to grow up the way he did. He had inherited great wealth, yet he often wondered why one shouldn't enjoy a portion of it in their youth rather than hoard it and multiply it until they were bedridden, as sickness blurred the line between day and night, trapping them in a timeless haze.
It was a reflection of what it had done to his father.
Running a corporate firm had profoundly changed him. Caught up in the relentless pursuit of building Park Corporations into a thriving enterprise, Seo Joon's father lost touch with the simple joys of life, forgetting how to exercise or unwind without constantly planning for the future. Seo Joon could hardly recall a month without witnessing his father's mental breakdowns; those episodes had become alarmingly frequent.
This obsession had made his father relentless and almost insufferable. Consumed by the pursuit of success, he completely lost his grip on reality. By the time he reached his fifties, his son could hardly differentiate him from a madman. His father's fixation on success had cost him his mental stability, leaving him in a state where no amount of money could save him.
Seo Joon didn't want to face a fate like his father's, nor did he wish to inherit his legacy. Instead, he desired the freedom to live on his own terms. He dreamed of living like the world travelers, the free spirits who wandered the globe, discovering not just new places, but themselves.
Those people had captivated him since the age of eleven. He had become so enamored with the idea that he eagerly followed every travel show, both Korean and foreign. The thought of venturing to distant places, exploring new landscapes, and immersing himself in diverse cultures filled him with wonder.
Seo Joon often imagined how different he might have been if he'd grown up among the humble locals rather than the elite of Seoul. He longed for a simpler life—slower, more reflective. He wondered what it would be like to sit on a veranda on a quiet afternoon, surrounded by people who truly cared for and understood him.
The memory took him back to that single moment in his life when he had experienced it, even though he hadn't been able to travel the world as he had always dreamed. He felt grateful for having seized such a precious, untainted moment from his fate, knowing he was now walking the same path his father had at this age.
With nowhere else to turn, Seo Joon, like his father, poured everything into the company. A deeply private person, he remained distant, always keeping to himself. He, too, had married a wealthy woman, though there was little affection between them. And, much like his father, he lived a life devoid of personal happiness, tying his identity entirely to the company's success.
As he sat in the lobby of Park Corporations, waiting to meet the CEO, his son Park Jimin, Seo Joon realized just how much he had become like his father.
