Last Train to Seoul: 운명
The Secret Kept
Ji-won sat alone in his office, the city’s endless hum pressing through the glass walls, deafening in its noise. Behind him, the glowing screen of his phone flashed with the recent messages from Ha-eun her words, her photographs, the memories of their night together.
He rubbed his temple, the weight of responsibility pressing down like an unyielding tide. The engagement ring in his drawer felt heavier with each passing hour. Hearts entwined with secrets, promises made in whispers, and a destiny that felt both inevitable and impossible.
He closed his eyes, recalling her smile beneath the rain, her voice in the quiet of the Han River, her eyes filled with longing and hope. Yet here he was, caught in a web spun by duty, tradition, and the fear of breaking what fragile pieces they had managed to gather.
A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. His assistant entered, clutching a schedule with a hesitant glance.
“Sir, there’s a dinner meeting tonight. Your fiancée will meet you at the hotel.”
Ji-won nodded silently, the words lodged in his throat. The shadow of their unspoken story stretched long and dark, waiting to be revealed.
Later that evening, beneath Seoul’s neon haze, Ji-won stood at the edge of the Han River, the water reflecting a tapestry of city lights and stars. His heart fluttered with conflict love and obligation pulling him in opposite directions.
Could he dare to abandon the future laid out for him? Could he finally embrace what felt right, even if it meant losing everything else?
In that quiet moment, the river whispered the truth change comes softly, like a ripple in water, inevitable and unstoppable.
And tonight, he held a secret no one else knew, save for her.