Forbidden Love.

2. Cursed Child.

The rain hammered against the windows of the hospital, relentless and furious, creating a symphony of chaos.

The corridor between the ICU and the waiting area was dimly lit, save for the intermittent flashes of light from the jagged bolts of lightning outside.

Flashes reflected off the linoleum floor, casting eerie shadows against the sterile, white walls.

In the midst of the swirling tempest outside, a solitary figure occupied a bench - a man clad entirely in black.

His long, dark hair was tied back, yet delicate strands clung to his stubbled cheeks, glistening with crimson remnants.

Being the Director of Min Corporation, He was undeniably handsome, a magnetic allure that made it difficult to look away, but there was something utterly terrifying about him too.

His head hung low, eyes fixed on the floor, as if burdened by an unbearable weight.

By his side sat a woman, her presence radiating a strength that contrasted sharply with the vulnerability etched across her face.

She had an air of Command, a sharpness to her features that betrayed her worry.

Her brow was knitted, and her fingers clenched the edge of her sweater as she stole glances at the man beside her, whose silence echoed louder than the storm outside.

She was worried for her freind, as she hesitantly called his name, " H...h..heesung- "

To anyone else, he might have looked trapped in his own world, but to her, he was a wounded lion, dangerous yet compelling.

As Heesung, and Hana were childhood friends, She had always been there for him, She decided to return to his life during this crisis. Taking on the role of a confidante, being the childhood friend who wore her heart on her sleeve, Hana understood Heesung's pain.

She knew that Heesung and Aera grew up as close friends, sharing dreams and aspirations. Their bond solidified over the years, with Heesung often finding solace in Aera's laughter amid the oppressive environment created by his mother.

After Aera's accident, Heesung confronts his mother about her belief that his first child will bring destruction.

She knew this confrontation is a watershed moment; his mother's superstitions have haunted him throughout his whole life, but now he begins to question their validity too.

Minutes ticked by, each one heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the low murmurs of people waiting, whispering hopes and fears under the dim glow of fluorescent lights.

The windows rattled under the ferocity of the wind, yet Heesung remained unmovable, his body rigid, his expression inscrutable.

In that moment, the door to the ICU swung open with a loud creak, slicing through the thick tension in the air.

A doctor stepped out, his expression grave, his white coat splattered with the stains of frantic labor.

He cleared his throat, ready to deliver news that would forever alter many lives.

"Congratulations!" he announced, though his voice was tinged with sorrow. "You have a son."

Hana's face lit up for a fleeting moment, a flicker of hope.

But the doctor continued, his words heavy like stones dropped into still water.

"However, I am sorry to inform you that we couldn't save the mother."

A thick silence enveloped the corridor, broken only by the stifled sobs of those waiting outside.

The air turned thick with grief, and yet, Heesung remained still, his fingers clenched tight around each other until the knuckles blanched.