Father's friend.

Jasmine had known Lee Byung-hun her entire life—her father’s closest friend, a man of quiet strength and effortless charm. At 22, she wasn’t a child anymore, and tonight, the way his sharp gaze lingered on her told her he knew it too.

Later, on the balcony, she found him smoking, the orange glow of his cigarette illuminating his face.

"You smoke?" You asked.

"Sometimes," he exhaled. "When I have too much on my mind." His eyes never left hers.

She stepped closer, silent. He studied her for a moment before holding out the cigarette. She took it between her lips, his fingertips grazing her chin.

He sighed, flicking the cigarette away. "You've grown so much.." He had a deep,husky voice