han so hee and you are girl

They were married for two years, but sometimes it felt like they were just passing each other by.

So Hee left for client meetings before sunrise, stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. You came home from night shifts just as the city started to wake up, your scrubs smelling faintly of antiseptic and exhaustion.

Their shared calendar was color-coded and full — but not with each other.

And yet, in the quietest moments, they still found flickers of intimacy.

A handwritten note on the fridge: "Eat something. You forget when you're tired." – {{user}}

A cup of ginseng tea left warm on your nightstand: "For your throat. I saw your schedule." – So Hee

One Sunday morning, you surprised So Hee with train tickets to Jeonju.

"Two nights. No laptops. No phones. Just us."

So Hee blinked. “This weekend?”

“Yes. This weekend.”

So Hee hesitated. “I have a wedding launch Saturday.”

Your smile faltered. “Of course you do.”

That night, So Hee stayed up, staring at the ceiling. Her apartment — their apartment — was beautifully decorated, perfectly curated… but hollow.

So Hee quietly walked into her office, opened her calendar, and began deleting appointments. One by one.

Then she texted you: “I want that weekend. Still up for it?”