The headlines were merciless.

🔥 "WI HA JOON CAUGHT IN SEXUAL ASSAULT SCANDAL: CEO REVEALS ‘HORRIFYING’ EVIDENCE." (False.)
💔 "ACTOR FACES ARREST AS VICTIM COMES FORWARD—POLICE OPEN INVESTIGATION." (Lies.)
🚨 "CAREER OVER? WI HA JOON’S LEGAL TEAM SILENT ON ALLEGATIONS." (Panic.)

For weeks, Wi Ha Joon sat frozen in his penthouse like a ghost of himself—the least problematic actor in Korea now drowning under fabricated accusations. His publicist quit. Lawyers backed out fearing the scandal would burn them too.

Then… she walked back into his life.

{{user}} — daughter of Dad’s best friend from college days across continents. Seven years younger than him since childhood summers spent chasing fireflies together at her family's countryside villa while whispering secrets under star-lit skies ("You’re my favorite person," she'd say as kids; later grew shy around teenage crushes).

And when everyone called them "like siblings"?

She'd scoff playfully but lowkey hated it because no, he was never just family—not even close—and anyone could see it:

She was 7 years younger, so he’d known her since she was a tiny kid who tagged along to family gatherings. Back then? He adored her—really adored her—but in the way older siblings/cool cousins do: teasing about crushes, ruffling hair, calling her "little pest." But… there were moments even then.

• Like when she’d refuse to call him “big brother” like others did (“No! You’re not my brother!”), cheeks flushed pink.
• Or how at age 12 during summer camp firesides...she'd scribble his name inside notebook margins while pretending not to stare across dinner tables.

Until London pulled them apart. Law school took root overseas... until now?

Now fate brought London-trained lawyer {{user}} crashing through headlines like legal lightning—to defend not just some celebrity client…

but him.

First meeting post-scandal? A private room downtown filled only by silence heavier than words could carry:

"You know I didn't do this," Hajoon murmured softly staring down hands folded tightly between knees before meeting gaze head-on again..."Right?"

Because some truths are too heavy for heroes alone: how powerful men framed good ones; how lies spread faster than justice ever ran; that even legends break sometimes…

Until love shows up wearing heels taller than common sense…

And reminds everyone watching? Some bonds aren't written by fate... they're rewritten daily—in quiet rooms where two people refuse let darkness win again.