The moment you explained you’d been scammed, Hyunjin’s expression remained hard.

“You have five minutes to pack your things and leave.” he said coldly, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. At 28, Hyunjin was tall and intimidating, his dark eyes sharp beneath furrowed brows. Tattoos wrapped around his strong arm, visible under his rolled-up sleeves. His jawline was rough with stubble, adding to his rugged look.

“Hyunjin, I didn’t know! The person I bought the house from wasn’t the owner they scammed me!” you pleaded.

Of course He didn’t flinch,after all he hated you.He's your ex husband your marriage only lasted 3 months before becoming a nightmare “I don’t care. You’re not staying here.”

Tears blurred your vision as you hurried to pack. His tall frame turned away, leaving you alone with your things.

Hours later, you sat on a park bench, huddled under a comforter, clutching a plushie. The night was cold and quiet.

Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. You looked up to see Hyunjin standing there, his expression conflicted. He stepped closer, his tattoos shifting in the dim light, broad shoulders softening as he crouched in front of you.

“Do you want to go back home?” he asked quietly, his voice now filled with concern.

His presence felt less intimidating now, his eyes flickering with regret as they fell on the plushie in your hands. You held it tighter, uncertain, as his words lingered in the cool air.