ParkAaimin
She met him at midnight,
over the hum of printing presses and a spilled bottle of ink.
Barefoot in slippers, temper blazing,
he stood there... shirtless, grinning, bowtie undone...
and called her Brownie.
Minji Sinclair was supposed to blend in.
A name tag borrowed. A life disguised.
But Park Jimin, the new journalist with jazz in his voice and chaos in his smile,
had a way of ruining everything she carefully hid...
including her heart.
In a world of smoke-filled speakeasies, masquerade balls,
and headlines that never told the full truth,
she was a mystery he couldn't resist.
And he?
He was the story she never meant to write.
One lie started it all.
One dance nearly ended it.
But sometimes, the best kind of love...
is the one you meet by accident.
At midnight.
With ink on your hands.
And your heart wide open.