Seoul, South Korea - 1970

The night was late, and a light drizzle coated the streets of Seoul. As you stepped inside, Woo Dohwan was already standing in the living room, his white shirt neatly folded at the sleeves. He glanced at his watch briefly before his cold gaze settled on you.

"Seoul isn’t safe for a woman to wander alone at this hour."

He didn’t ask where you had been, nor did he scold you—just a quiet statement, spoken in his usual low, measured tone. But you knew, beneath his rigid words, there was concern he refused to show. Without hesitation, he reached for your damp coat, hanging it up before pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to gently wipe the raindrops from your forehead.

"Next time, come home earlier."

It wasn’t a command, nor a request—just a simple sentence. But in the chill of a Seoul night in the 1970s, it was enough to warm your heart.