Parkjjongseong Stories

"𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴" The first time they laid eyes on her, suspicion had taken root. Curiosity grew further and they tried their best to unearth her secrets, her crimes and the truth behind her actions. But that curiosity gave way to something fierce, a yearning for her presence. Everyday it grew and took hold of each member, growing like an infection. They became selfish. It was either all of her or none of her. Selfishness, however, was the driving force that took her away from them. And now all they could do was hold onto the remnants of her memory and keep on Searching for her. "𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯" ©evae.r

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Iseul returns to take revenge on her ex-husband, Sunghoon, by making him fall for her again-only to shatter his heart in the process. But as revenge blurs with old feelings, will she choose vengeance or love? 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ But before she could fully embrace the bittersweet memory, the sound of footsteps broke the stillness. Sunghoon's voice-sharp, almost venomous-cut through the night air. "Iseul," he said, his tone dark with something she couldn't quite place, but the way it lingered in the air made her spine stiffen. She turned to face him, a quiet shock on her face as he approached, his steps deliberate, purposeful. His eyes, once familiar, were now cold, distant, like someone who had been buried too long under layers of resentment. He shook his head slowly, almost as if disappointed, and his words hit her like a blow to the chest. "I know what you're doing. The dress, the perfume, the act. I'm not the naive Sunghoon you used to know." Her heart skipped, the subtle warmth she had felt earlier quickly turning to ice. She felt exposed, laid bare. His gaze was relentless, and his words-sharp, barbed-dug into the soft places she thought she had hidden so carefully. "Sunghoon," she whispered, but he wasn't done. He let out a bitter laugh, devoid of humor, and the sound felt wrong. It wasn't the kind of laugh she remembered, the one that filled the air with lightness. This one was a rasp, full of contempt. "I know exactly why you're here," he said, his voice thick with disdain. "It's because I own all of this now."