NOBODY KNOWS *jeon wonwoo ff*

Bright Spots

The sun was setting behind the skyscrapers, casting a warm golden glow over the city. Inside the office, the atmosphere was much colder. Choyeon sat at her desk, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she diligently worked on the latest reports. Her calm and focused demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaotic world outside.

As the clock ticked closer to the end of the workday, Choyeon's thoughts began to drift. She looked out the window, her mind wandering back to a time she had tried so hard to forget. Her childhood was a series of melancholic memories that she rarely allowed herself to revisit. Yet, on this evening, the memories surfaced unbidden, bringing with them a wave of sadness.

---

*Flashback*

A young Choyeon stood at the edge of a small, run-down playground. The swings creaked with the weight of invisible children, and the rusty slide glinted dully in the fading light. She clutched a worn-out teddy bear, the only friend she had in a world that often seemed too big and too hostile.

"Mommy, can we go to the park today?" .*young Choyeon asked, her voice hopeful.*

"Not today, Choyeon,"  *her mother replied, barely glancing up from the stack of bills on the kitchen table*. "Maybe another time."

Her parents were always busy, caught up in their own struggles and seldom had time for her. She remembered the nights spent alone in her room, listening to the muffled arguments from the other side of the thin walls. The words they threw at each other were like daggers, and though she couldn't understand everything, she knew they were hurting each other deeply.

One particularly harsh winter night, the fighting escalated. Choyeon hid under her blanket, hugging her teddy bear tightly as if it could shield her from the pain. The voices grew louder, more vicious, until there was a deafening silence. She crept out of her room, her tiny feet making no sound on the cold floor.

"Daddy, please don't go!"  *Choyeon cried, running towards the door.*

*Her father turned, his face contorted with anger and sorrow.* "I have to leave, Choyeon. This isn't a place for me anymore," he said, his voice trembling.

She found her mother sitting at the kitchen table, her face buried in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her father had left, the door still ajar, allowing the freezing wind to sweep through the house. Choyeon stood there, unsure of what to do, feeling more alone than ever.

Days turned into weeks, and her father's absence became a permanent void. Her mother, once a vibrant and loving woman, fell into a deep depression. She barely spoke, barely moved, and Choyeon was left to fend for herself. She learned to cook simple meals, to clean, to take care of her mother as best as she could.

"But Mom, you need to eat something,"  *Choyeon said, placing a bowl of soup in front of her mother.*

"I'm not hungry,"  *her mother whispered, staring blankly ahead.*

But the weight of it all was too much for a child to bear. She often sat by the window, watching the other children play, laughing and running around without a care in the world. She longed to join them, but she knew she couldn't. Her responsibilities at home chained her to a life of solitude and sadness.

---

*Present Day*

A tear slipped down Choyeon's cheek as she remembered those days. She quickly wiped it away, glancing around to make sure no one had seen. The office was empty now, and the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner.