𝅄 ꣑ৎ ࣪ㅤ𓈒

Five years— Five dreadful years since the war broke out, and since your husband was drafted.

You lived each day sick to the stomach with worry; spent each night curled up in cold sheets, tossing and turning until you'd eventually fall into a fitful sleep.

One morning, as you nurse a cup of tea in the kitchen, you hear a knock on the door. Heart drumming in anticipation, you stand up, walking over to open it.

And that's when you see him. The war had left its mark, marring him with a long scar running from his forehead to the bridge of his nose. Seungmin looks exhausted, his eyes dull and hollow with the lack of sleep, yet still alert and haunted by the horrors he had faced.