My Boyfriend is an Alien

By Mudita Pawar

It was pouring outside, and Park Aera was still in the office, working late into the night.

Her phone rings – 11:45 PM, Seoul

“Darling, wish you a very happiest birthday...” her mother’s cheerful voice came through the speaker.

Aera chuckled softly. “Mom....it’s 11:45 right now. It’s still 15 minutes to my birthday. Why don’t you and Dad sleep and wish me tomorrow morning?”

Mrs. Park gasped in mock offense. “No way! We’re not letting our daughter start her birthday all alone.”

Aera smiled at the sight of her parents on the video call, sitting before a small cake, waiting for the clock to strike midnight.

“Baby,” her mother said tenderly, “how long are you going to stay alone like this? Please find a perfect partner for yourself and settle down.”

“Mom, where did this boyfriend talk come from again?” Aera sighed, trying not to laugh.

“Because you never bring one home,” Mrs. Park shot back, pretending to pout. “So I have to keep bringing it up! When will you finally get settled?”

“I will, Mom...”

“No,” her mother insisted. “First, tell me when you’re going to find a boyfriend. Give me a date.”

Aera laughed helplessly. “Mom, you make it sound like he’ll just drop from the sky any minute.”

“Who knows?” Mrs. Park teased. “You can even ask for one in your birthday wish.”

“Mom, grow up. I don’t believe in all that.”

“Wishes made wholeheartedly always come true, Aera. Try once.”

Aera finally gave in with a smile. “Alright, alright, I’ll try.”

But deep inside, loneliness had long begun to whisper through her nights. She had everything—name, fame, a thriving fashion design company, a bright career, but love had always been missing.

At twenty-seven, Park Aera was an established designer of Seoul for the past six years. She owned her own business, lived in a beautiful apartment, and enjoyed every luxury she’d once dreamed of—but her heart ached for companionship.

Dong… Dong… Dong… 

The clock struck twelve.

Her parents sang over the call, their voices full of warmth.

“Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to dear Aera…”

“Make a wish, baby,” her mother said softly.

Aera closed her eyes and whispered in her heart:

God, being alone is really tough now. You know, I want someone special—someone to take care of me, love me, and make me happy. It feels like there’s this emptiness inside me, and I’m yearning for someone to fill it with warmth. If you can hear me, please send me a partner. Someone who’ll understand my loneliness and be there for me.

When she opened her eyes, she smiled faintly, talked to her parents for a while longer, and finally said goodnight.

By the time she hung up, it was already 1:30 AM. She began gathering her files to leave, when suddenly—

The lights went out.

Rain lashed against the windows as darkness swallowed the room. Aera’s heart pounded. Only one guard was stationed on the ground floor, and she was on the seventh, all alone.

“Why does this always happen to me?” she muttered, grabbing her overcoat and switching on her phone’s flashlight.

She had just gathered her courage to step forward when—

BOOM!

A deafening sound shook the entire building. The windows rattled, her desk trembled.

Her breath hitched. “What was that?!” she whispered, trembling.

When the lights flickered back on, she didn’t think twice, she ran for the elevator, desperate to get out.

Outside, rain had ceased after pouring harder than ever. As she unlocked her car when something caught her attention. A faint light flickering near the company garden. A few stray dogs were barking furiously at it.

Curiosity pulled her closer.

And then she froze.

There, half-hidden in the bushes, was a young man—no, perhaps a boy—curled up, shivering violently. His half body was visible under the dim light, and was trembling from the cold.

Aera threw a small stone toward the dogs to chase them away. The boy slowly lifted his head, and their eyes met.

His gaze—those deep hazel-brown eyes filled with tears held her captive. His soft curls clung to his forehead, his lips were pale pink, and his skin seemed to glow even under the dim garden light. He looked heartbreakingly innocent.

Aera stepped closer, cautious yet strangely unafraid. “Who are you?” she asked softly.

The boy said nothing. He just hugged his knees tighter.

“Where is your home? Have you lost your way?”

He shook his head slowly.

Realizing he had no cloths on, she took off her overcoat and draped it over him, making sure his trembling body was covered.

When she turned to leave, her chest tightened. She couldn’t just walk away. She looked back once more—he was still staring at her with those doe-like eyes, silent and pleading.

And then she heard it—a soft sob.

A tear slipped down her own cheek before she even realized it.

“Would you like to come with me?” she asked gently.

The boy immediately nodded.

She smiled faintly. As she turned, she felt a small tug on her sleeve. He was holding the hem, eyes lowered shyly.

She didn’t mind. Guiding him to the car, she opened the passenger door. He hesitated, still watching her, so she fastened his seatbelt herself before driving off through the rain-drenched streets of Seoul.

Aera glanced at him occasionally. His gaze stayed fixed on her, his eyes filled with quiet curiosity.

“What’s your name?” she asked softly.

He hesitated, his lips parting slowly. “...Jiwon,” he whispered.

“Jiwon? That’s a lovely name,” Aera said with a reassuring smile. “I’m Aera. So, Jiwon, where do you come from?”

He turned to the window, expression full of curiosity. “I… don’t know.”

“It’s alright,” she said kindly. “You don’t have to talk about it now. We’ll figure it out together.”

When they reached her apartment, Jiwon followed her quietly, still holding onto her sleeve. His eyes darted around the room like a child seeing the world for the first time.

She handed him an oversized T-shirt and pants. “Go wash up and change, or you’ll catch a cold.”

He blinked. “How… ?” a whisper left his lips

Aera stared in disbelief. “You don’t know how to change clothes?”

Jiwon shook his head like a confused child.

Suppressing a sigh, she patiently showed him what to do demonstrating over her own clothes. He watched with full attention, then nodded seriously and disappeared into the bathroom showed by her. 

Meanwhile, she warmed up some chicken soup. When he returned, freshly cleaned and wearing her oversized clothes, Aera nearly forgot to breathe.

He was strikingly beautiful—so pure that it almost hurt to look at him.

“Here,” she said, placing the bowl before him.

He stared at it blankly, confused.

“Jiwon… are you serious right now or are you trying to trying to fool me?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

He flinched and looked on the verge of tears.

“No, no, don’t cry!” Aera panicked. “Here, I’ll feed you.”

She blew gently on a spoonful of soup and held it to his lips.

The moment he tasted it, his eyes lit up. Then, for the first time, he smiled—a bright, boxy smile that made her heart flutter.

“Your smile is beautiful,” she murmured. “Just like you.”

He flushed red and looked down, fingers twisting nervously in his lap. Aera couldn’t stop smiling.

After dinner, she tucked him into the guest bed. As she turned to leave, he caught her wrist.

“You’re leaving me?” he whispered.

“I’ll be right in the next room,” she assured him softly. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Don’t go,” he murmured, his voice trembling.

Her heart softened. With a sigh, she sat beside him and gently patted his head until he fell asleep. Only then did she cover him properly and return to her own room.

The next morning, Aera woke up early, got ready, and headed to work. Forgetting about the unexpected guest, she locked the house and headed towards her office. 

Her day was tiring, full of meetings, and completion of pending work. And just like that, the day came to an end. 

It was almost 11 PM when she returned home late that night, she heard faint sobs coming from the guest room. Her heart dropped.

It sounded as if someone is crying, and in few seconds she recognized the sound. 

“Oh my God, Jiwon…” she gasped, rushing in.

He was curled up on the bed, red-eyed and crying uncontrollably.

She ran to him and gathered him into her arms. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“You left me,” he sobbed. “I was scared…”

“Forgive me, please,” she said through tears. “I promise I’ll never leave you again.”

He wiped her tears tenderly. “Don’t cry, Aera… Angels don’t cry.”

Aera blinked in surprise. “Angel?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling faintly through his tears. “You’re an angel.”

She pulled him close again, patting his back until his sobs faded.

She gave him fresh clothes, as he had not took bath since morning and he went for one. Remembering how he was starving for the whole day, she cursed yourself for 100th time. 

While she placed all the food ready on the table, he cam out of the room. He sat looking at all the mouth watering food stuff placed on the table. 

She quickly served him his plate, and of course knowing he don't know how to eat, she happily made him eat everything, and he happily ate all. 

Later, after dinner, Jiwon began following her everywhere like a shadow. When she told him to sleep, he shook his head. “No. If I sleep, you’ll leave again.”

She chuckled softly. “Alright, then let’s watch TV. It’s Sunday tomorrow.”

They settled on the couch, and Jiwon stared at the screen with wide-eyed wonder. “Who trapped them inside this box?” he asked seriously.

Aera laughed. “They’re not trapped, silly. It’s television, you can watch people and stories so you won’t feel lonely.”

He nodded, pretending to understand.

Eventually, he began to doze off. She placed a cushion on her lap and guided his head to rest there, running her fingers gently through his hair as he fell asleep.

By morning, sunlight streamed into the living room. Aera opened her eyes to find Jiwon asleep beside her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his head nestled against her neck. His steady breath fanned against her skin, making her heart flutter.

“Jiwon,” she whispered, “wake up. It’s already ten.”

He stirred and looked at her, eyes gleaming softly. “You’re so beautiful,” he said simply.

Her heart skipped.

Trying to mask the warmth rising to her cheeks, she stood up. “Get ready. I’ll make breakfast, and then I have a meeting.”

He nodded obediently and went to his room.

Later, while preparing breakfast, she noticed how easily he’d become part of her daily life.

When he returned, holding the new clothes she’d bought for him, his eyes sparkled in disbelief. “For me?”

“Of course,” Aera smiled. “You can’t wear my clothes forever.”

He held them as though they were treasure.

As they sat down to eat, Aera asked gently, “Jiwon, do you remember anything about where you’re from?”

His smile faded. “It’s all a blur. I don’t remember much.”

She sighed. Perhaps trauma had clouded his memory. What if he was kidnaped, and have lost his way back. But what if he had a family searching for him?

Still, she said nothing.

While she worked from home, Jiwon discovered his new obsession—the “magic box.” He watched K-dramas all day until his stomach growled in protest.

“So, Mr. Jiwon finally got time for me?” Aera teased.

“Food…” he pouted, eyes pleading.

She chuckled, walking to the kitchen.

But as she stirred the soup, two arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.

She gasped.

“Jiwon—what are you doing?” 

“I saw this in one of the dramas,” he said innocently. “Does it feel good?”

“Jiwon, you shouldn’t—” she tried to step away, but he only held her closer.

“Am I doing it wrong?” he murmured. “Should I try something else?”

“Something else?”

Before she could react, he pressed a soft kiss against her neck.

Aera froze. His touch sent warmth rushing through her veins. She knew she should stop him—but her body betrayed her. Her hands rested over his as he kissed her again, deeper this time.

Just as her heart began to melt completely—

The phone rang.

Reality snapped back. She pushed his hands away and rushed to her room, shutting the door behind her.

Jiwon stood their trying understand what had happen and he realized her eyes had tears. He ran to her room and called softly from outside, apologizing, confused and tearful. But she didn’t respond.

Inside, Aera leaned against the door, trembling. “How could I let this happen?” she whispered to herself. “He’s innocent...but me??? How could I lose control like that?”

As guilt flooded her, Jiwon sat outside, crying quietly, believing he had done something terribly wrong, and that his angel was angry with him.

Finally, Aera heard Jiwon crying. She rushed out of her room, and the moment she stepped into the hallway, he threw himself into her arms. The sudden weight nearly made her stumble, but she caught her balance just in time.

“Jiwon!” she gasped softly.

He clung to her tightly, his words tumbling out between sobs. “Angle… I’m sorry… please don’t be mad at me. Don’t leave me.”

“Jiwon, stop crying first,” she said gently, brushing her hand through his hair. “Look at me.”

He lifted his head, revealing his hazel eyes clouded with tears. Aera guided him to the couch and wiped his cheeks tenderly.

“Jiwon, listen carefully,” she began, her tone calm but firm. “Not everything you see on television is real. What you just did—it’s something that happens only between two people who love each other deeply. It’s a way to express mutual feelings of love and intimacy.”

She paused, searching his face. “Did you feel anything when you kissed me?”

Jiwon shook his head shyly, and something inside Aera sank.

“See?” she continued softly. “Until you feel something deep inside your chest when you see someone… until holding them feels like your entire world—then, and only then, are you truly in love. And only then is it right to express that love through such actions. You and I don’t share that kind of bond, Jiwon. Not yet. So, let’s not confuse what we saw on TV with what’s real.”

She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to cry herself.

Jiwon looked at her with a mix of confusion and innocence. His eyes held such childlike vulnerability that Aera’s heart ached.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, stroking his cheek. “We all make mistakes, and you didn’t know. I’m not angry.”

“Really?” he asked in a trembling voice. “You’re not mad?”

“No,” she smiled faintly. “But we both need to understand boundaries, alright? Now, let’s eat. You must be hungry.”

Dinner that night felt lighter, though Jiwon seemed lost in thought. His mind quietly processing the new world of emotions Aera had just described.

A few days passed, and their friendship grew stronger. Jiwon now had a phone and often spent his afternoons watching videos while Aera went to work.

One morning, Aera stood by the door, calling out, “Jiwon, get ready. We’re going somewhere.”

“Where?” he asked, blinking curiously.

“To the police station, to find your family.”

The brightness in his eyes faded. “Aera wants to send me away,” he murmured, his lips trembling.

“Jiwon,” Aera sighed, “this is the fourth time we’re having this conversation. Please, don’t start again.”

Her tone was firm, though her heart softened at his innocent gaze. Jiwon said nothing and quietly went to change.

At the police station, Aera tried to explain the situation. “Sir, please understand. I’m telling the truth. I found him sitting alone in the park.”

The officer leaned back skeptically. “Ma’am, do you think we’re fools? That’s quite a story. Maybe you should pitch it to a movie director.”

Aera pressed her temples, struggling to keep her patience.

Meanwhile, Jiwon stood behind her, biting back laughter while trying to maintain his innocent expression.

“Please, sir,” she pleaded, “his family must be looking for him. At least try to investigate.”

The officer gestured to Jiwon. “Come here, young man. Is she telling the truth? Did you lose your way home?”

Jiwon blinked and replied earnestly, “Sir, she’s my wife. She’s just mad at me, so she brought me here.”

The officer raised his brows, turning to Aera. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

“Ma’am, stop glaring at your husband,” the officer teased lightly. “Let him explain.”

Jiwon leaned in close to whisper to the officer, “I forgot to give her a morning kiss. Now she wants to break up with me. Please don’t be mad at her, she’s a good person.”

The officer nodded solemnly, clearly entertained. Aera, however, was moments away from exploding.

“Ma’am,” the officer said with mock sympathy, “forgive him. I’m sure he won’t forget next time.”

“Forget what?” Aera demanded through clenched teeth.

“Ahh—nothing!” Jiwon stammered. “Let’s not waste their time anymore, Aera.”

Before Aera could respond, a woman in her thirties stepped forward. “Leave him here with me,” she said smoothly. “I’ll take care of this handsome boy if you don’t want him.”

Jiwon immediately hid behind Aera, his grip tightening on her sleeve.

“Who are you?” Aera asked, her voice sharp.

“Does it matter?” the woman sneered. “You can leave. I’ll help him find his family.”

When the woman reached out to grab Jiwon’s arm, Aera caught her hand midair. Her patience snapped.

“He’s my husband,” Aera said coldly. “Don’t touch him.”

Jiwon’s eyes widened. For the first time, something new stirred in his chest when she said those words—my husband.

“Let’s go, Jiwon,” she said firmly, pulling him away.

The walk home was silent. Once inside, Aera turned to him. “Jiwon, what was that back there? Is this all a joke to you?”

He kept his head low, saying nothing.

“Fine,” she said finally. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Do whatever you want, but don’t come near me.”

She stormed into her room and closed the door. Exhausted, she fell asleep without dinner.

Later that night, the door creaked open. Jiwon stepped quietly inside and slipped under the blanket beside her. Though she sensed his presence, Aera refused to move.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and whispered softly, “I’m sorry, Aera… please eat something. Don’t sleep like this.”

Her voice trembled. “Why don’t you want to find your family, Jiwon? Why are you making this so hard for me?”

“Because my family is you,” he said simply. “I don’t have anyone else, Aera.”

She turned toward him, and when she saw the tears streaming down his face, her own eyes filled. She rested her head on his chest, and he held her tightly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back.

Aera wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. For her, the feeling was love, pure and undeniable. For Jiwon, it was something new, something he didn’t yet understand but knew he wanted to hold onto.

After a long silence, he murmured, “Aera… don’t you want to eat?”

She smiled faintly. “No. Just stay like this, please. Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll never leave you,” he whispered. “Even if you try to push me away, I’ll always come back.”

A small laugh escaped her lips, and she buried her face in the curve of his neck, breathing in his warm, woody scent. They drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, unaware of how right—or wrong—it might be.

When morning came, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. Aera woke first, realizing Jiwon was still holding her. His grip had never loosened through the night, and for a brief moment, she let herself smile.

When he opened his eyes and caught her staring, she blushed and looked away.

“I didn’t mean to be so harsh last night,” she murmured.

“It’s okay,” he said gently. “I understand.”

Aera got out of bed and began tying her hair into a bun. “Jiwon, I can’t let you play around on your phone all day anymore. You’re getting naughtier with every video you watch,” she scolded lightly. “So, I’ve decided you’re coming to my company. You’ll learn some real skills.”

While she spoke, Jiwon was lost in admiration, watching the way her hair glowed in the sunlight, the softness of her movements, the curve of her smile.

“Jiwon! Are you even listening?” she snapped.

“Yes! Of course!” he blurted, having heard none of it.

“Good. Now go get ready—formal clothes, the ones we bought last week.”

He nodded quickly and disappeared into his room.

When he returned a few minutes later, Aera burst out laughing. “Jiwon… why is your tie on your head?”

“Where else do you tie it?” he asked innocently, utterly confused.

“Come here,” she said, still laughing. “I’ll help you.”

As she fixed his tie, Jiwon’s hands found their way to her waist.

“Jiwon,” she warned, “why do you always have to hold me? Take your hands off.”

“No,” he replied softly, leaning closer. “I like holding you… I want to do it more.”

Her breath caught, and she quickly stepped back. “Jiwon, I already told you—this isn’t for us. Now sit and eat your breakfast. We’re leaving for the office soon.”

“Office? We?” he asked with a shy grin.

“Yes. You’re joining from today. Where was your attention again?”

He only smiled, knowing exactly where it had been.

After breakfast, they left together for the company.

At the office, Jiwon looked around with wide-eyed curiosity, tugging slightly at the collar of his formal shirt.

“This is where we work,” Aera explained. “You’ll be learning and helping with small tasks at first.”

“I’m ready to learn!” he said enthusiastically.

Throughout the day, Aera guided him through his duties. His innocence and eagerness drew smiles from everyone around. Even her strict colleagues couldn’t help but find him endearing.

Later, during a break, Aera found Jiwon frowning at the coffee machine.

“It’s just coffee, Jiwon,” she said, amused. “Let me show you.”

“No, I want to do it myself,” he pouted.

She crossed her arms and watched him press random buttons until, miraculously, a frothy cup of coffee poured out.

“Well done,” she said, smiling.

As they laughed together, someone suddenly tapped Aera’s shoulder from behind.

“Hey, beautiful lady,” a familiar voice said.

She turned, eyes wide. “Oh my God—Minjun!”

Before she could think, she ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Seeing her wrapped around another man, Jiwon’s blood began to boil. He set his coffee cup down with a sharp thud that made both Aera and Minjun turn toward him.

Minjun blinked, confused. “And who might this be, Pumpkin?”

Jiwon’s pout deepened as he frowned. “I’m not a pumpkin. I’m Jiwon—Aera’s Jiwon.”

Minjun looked taken aback. Aera quickly stepped in, sensing the tension.

“Oh no, Jiwon, he was calling me Pumpkin, not you,” she said with an awkward laugh. “Minjun, this is Jiwon, my friend. Jiwon, this is Minjun, my childhood friend.”

Minjun extended his hand, and Jiwon shook it half-heartedly. But his smile faded as he watched Aera’s attention linger on Minjun.

The day passed quietly. While Jiwon learned his new duties at the office, Aera spent most of her time helping Minjun with his business plans. By the end of the day, Jiwon’s excitement had faded into a dull ache. He told himself he was being silly, Aera wasn’t avoiding him, but it didn’t stop the jealousy from burning in his chest.

During the drive home, he stayed silent, staring out of the window. Aera thought he was just tired after his first day at work.

When they reached home, he turned to leave for his room, but she called softly, “Jiwon, go freshen up. I’ll make your favorite dinner tonight. You worked so hard.”

He didn’t meet her eyes. “I’m not hungry, Aera. I’ll just sleep. Good night.”

It was the first time she’d ever seen him so quiet. Something was changing in him, something even he couldn’t understand.

Later that night, Aera’s door creaked open. Jiwon tiptoed in and slipped under her blanket. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, sighing softly. Aera smiled in half-sleep, turned to face him, pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, and drifted off again.

Days passed in the same rhythm. Minjun kept visiting Aera’s office for work, and Jiwon’s jealousy only deepened. Somewhere between their shared meals and unspoken silences, he realized the truth, he didn’t see her as a friend anymore, it was something more than that. 

So when Minjun invited Aera to the launch of his new apparel line, Jiwon’s stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and dread.

“Aera, I don’t want to go,” he mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. “I’ve never been to a party like that. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Aera smiled, taking his hands gently. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded immediately.

“Then come on,” she said. “Let’s choose something for you to wear.”

That evening, Jiwon stood before the mirror in a fitted black suit. His hair was neatly styled, his posture confident yet nervous. He barely recognized the reflection staring back.

A delicate fragrance filled the air, and when he turned, his heart nearly stopped. Aera walked toward him in a crimson dress that hugged her perfectly, her dark eyes framed by soft curls, her red lips curved in a shy smile.

Neither spoke. They simply stared at each other, breaths shallow, hearts racing. Finally, Aera broke the silence.

“Let’s go.”

Jiwon nodded and held out his hand. She smiled faintly and placed hers in his.

The party was already in full swing when Minjun spotted them. “Pumpkin! You made it!”

“Hi, Minjun!” Aera said warmly, hugging him.

Minjun grinned. “Well, look at you. Absolutely stunning.”

She playfully hit his arm, but Jiwon’s jaw tightened at their closeness.

“Jiwon, welcome, my friend,” Minjun greeted, extending a hand.

Jiwon forced a polite smile. “Thank you.”

“I’ll catch up with you both later,” Minjun said, moving off to greet other guests.

Aera led Jiwon to a couch. When the waiter brought a tray of drinks, Jiwon reached for one, but she stopped him gently.

“Not that one, Jiwon. Please bring us two soft drinks instead,” she told the waiter, who nodded and walked away.

A few minutes later, Minjun returned. “Pumpkin, my special guests aren’t allowed to just sit around. Come on, dance with me!”

Aera laughed and agreed, unaware of the way Jiwon’s chest tightened as he watched her.

She laughed easily in Minjun’s arms, the music pulsing around them. Jiwon stood by the table, trying to drown his thoughts with a glass of alcohol—then another, and another. By the time she returned to him, the glasses were empty, and his eyes had darkened.

“Jiwon,” she said, her voice sharp. “Did you drink all of this?”

He nodded, looking ashamed.

“I told you not to, didn’t I? Come on, we’re leaving.”

He followed obediently, grateful for any reason to escape.

Back home, they changed into comfortable clothes. Aera was not talking to him.

He tried to gain her forgiveness, “Angel....I had no clue it was bad..”

But she kept on ignoring him, busying herself in her room. But when he quietly entered, she felt his arms circle her waist from behind.

“Jiwon,” she whispered, startled. “What are you doing? I told you—”

Her words faltered when his lips brushed her cheek, gentle and trembling.

“I can feel it now,” he murmured. “All those things you told me once—the warmth, the heartbeat, the pull toward someone you can’t ignore. I’m feeling all of it, Aera. And it’s all for you.”

She turned to face him, her breath uneven. “Jiwon, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

With this she were about to leave, when he caught her hand before she could walk away, pulling her close until there was barely air between them.

“Don’t run from me, Aera,” he whispered against her ear. “Not tonight.”

Aera froze, utterly stunned by the sudden change in him. The boyish spark that had always danced in Jiwon’s eyes was gone, replaced by something deeper, something that made her heart stumble.

Without meaning to, she bit her lip in nervousness. Jiwon reached up, brushing his thumb lightly against her mouth.

“Have some mercy, Angel,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Let me do that for you.”

He leaned closer, and instinct made her step back and she was about to turn, but he caught her gently from behind, his hands steady around her waist. Her pulse thundered.

“Not so soon, darling,” he whispered, turning her to face him.

Before she could speak, he lifted her effortlessly in his arms, as though she were made of air. He carried her to the bed and set her down with a reverence that made her breath hitch. Hovering above her, he met her gaze, searching silently for permission.

His voice broke the stillness, trembling but sincere. “Aera… I love you. I really do.”

Her answer came in a whisper, filled with truth. “Jiwon, I love you too.”

For a moment, the world narrowed to the space between them. His lips found hers, slow and trembling at first, then sure—an unspoken promise blooming through the kiss. Every heartbeat spoke what words could not: love, longing, the ache of finally belonging somewhere.

When they parted, breathless, Jiwon rested his forehead against hers. His voice was low, almost pleading.

“Stop me now, Aera… or it’ll be too hard later.”

She met his gaze without flinching, her whisper steady. “I don’t want you to stop, Jiwon. I never did.”

The night folded around them like a quiet secret, the rhythm of their hearts blending with the hush of the room. Nothing more needed to be said—the love between them spoke louder than any sound.

Next day, early morning

Aera woke to find her wild, passionate boyfriend returned to his gentle self. Jiwon was fast asleep, his head resting softly against her chest, his arms securing her like a promise he never intended to break. A smile touched her lips as she watched him breathe, peaceful and content.

She tried to rise, but his hold tightened, pulling her closer. His husky morning voice brushed against her ear.

“Where are you going, Angel?”

Aera chuckled softly. “Jiwon, it’s already late. We have work today. Let me get ready.”

He buried his face against her neck, pressed a few lazy kisses, and finally loosened his grip.

Their days passed like this—warm mornings, playful banter, quiet evenings. Love blossomed slowly, tenderly, until a year had quietly woven itself around them. 

Her birthday was just a week away, and one night, while cuddling close to him, Aera spoke through a sleepy smile.

“Jiwon, do you remember how we met? It’s been almost a year now. Doesn’t it feel like a fairy tale? I met my dream boy, and now we’re together for life.”

He smiled, wordless, his gaze fixed on the woman who had become his world. They both drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, unaware that the night would not pass quietly.

3:00 A.M.

The doorbell shattered the silence. Rain fell outside, heavy and cold, echoing the night they had first met. Confused, Aera slipped from Jiwon’s arms and walked toward the door. No one appeared on the intercom screen. She turned to leave—but the bell rang again.

When she opened the door, a woman stood before her. Dressed entirely in white, her hair silver, her smile calm.

“Yes? How may I help you ma'am?” Aera enquired politely

“Hello, my child,” the woman said softly. “I’m here to take him back.”

Aera blinked. “Him?”

The lady nodded still keeping the smile on her face

Aera frowned, clutching the doorframe. “I think you have the wrong address. Maybe you should tell me who you’re looking for, and I can help you—”

“I’m not mistaken, dear. You are Park Aera—successful, living away from your parents. Last year, on your birthday, you wished for love. The heavens heard you, and we sent Jiwon to fulfill that wish. But now that you’ve known love, his work here is done. I’ve come to take our angel home.”

The words hit Aera like lightning. Her breath caught, her heart raced wildly in her chest. “No… that’s not possible.”

“My dear,” the woman continued gently, “this was always meant to be temporary. A wish fulfilled. Now, it must be passed on.”

Tears blurred Aera’s vision. “Stop it! Just stop!” she screamed. “Who are you to decide this? He’s my boyfriend. Do you think I’ll believe all this shit of yours? Do I look fool to you?”

The woman’s tone remained calm. “Tell me, Aera—how did you find him that night in your parking lot? Why did no one come looking for him? Why did the police have no record of him? Have you ever wondered why he didn’t know how to eat, dress, or use a phone?”

Aera froze. The memories she had once dismissed now clawed at her mind. Fear rippled through her body.

“Please, child,” the woman said softly, “let him return. You cannot keep him forever.”

Aera collapsed to her knees, sobbing. “Please don’t take him. I won’t survive without him. He loves me. I love him. He cannot live without me....He will cry....Please…”

“He will not remember you,” the woman said kindly. “His memories will fade, but the joy he gave you will remain.”

Aera looked up, her tears turning to anger. “He’s mine. No one can take him from me. Leave before I call the police.”

The woman sighed. “ I can understand your anger. I’ll leave right now, but don’t forget, we’ll take him back from you. And you have no powers to stop us. Good bye.....”

As the door closed, Aera slid down to the floor, hugging her knees. Her sobs were quiet, desperate. After a while, she returned to her bedroom, where Jiwon slept soundly. She brushed her fingers through his hair and kissed his nose softly.

“I’m sorry, Jiwon,” she whispered. “I’m too selfish to let you go.”

He stirred, pulling her closer as if sensing her sorrow.

Morning

Aera woke with a headache. The memory of the night struck her like a wave. She turned, but Jiwon was gone. Panic surged through her as she rushed out of the room—only to bump into him in the hallway. He caught her before she fell, smiling softly.

“Careful, Angel. What’s the rush?”

She hugged him tightly, her tears soaking into his shirt. To her, it had been a nightmare. That’s what she told herself.

“Go get ready,” he said cheerfully. “Breakfast’s waiting. I cooked for us.”

He smiled, unaware of the storm brewing inside her.

At the Office

A knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” Aera said without looking up.

“Good morning, dear,” a familiar voice replied.

Aera’s heart froze. She looked up to see the same woman standing in front of her desk.

“You thought last night was a dream,” the woman said calmly. “I came to remind you it wasn’t.”

“Security!” Aera shouted.

“No need for fear,” the woman replied. “I’m not here to harm either of you. Only to help you see what’s real.”

Aera trembled.

“Listen to me,” the woman continued. “Let him go. If you don’t, he’ll die on your birthday. At midnight, when the clock strikes twelve, his life will end. That’s the cost of staying beyond his purpose.”

Aera’s strength faltered. She sank into her chair, her voice breaking. “What about me? How will I live without him? Take me instead. Please, don’t separate us.”

The woman placed a hand gently on her head. “He isn’t your forever, child. Someone else is written in your destiny, someone who has loved you quietly. His name is Minjun.”

Aera shook her head fiercely. “No! I love Jiwon. No one will ever replace him.”

The lady got up from her place and turned to leave. While leaving she one last time informed....

“You cannot change your fait my child. But you can save your boyfriends life by sacrificing your love for him. Remember, as soon as the clock strike 12, and your birthday begins, he will lose his life. If you don’t want this then, before your birthday starts, thank the universe for sending him, and allow him to go.”

With that the lady disappeared in front of her like a fog. 

Aera stood by the tall glass window of her office, her gaze lost in the city lights shimmering below. The silence of the evening wrapped around her, heavy and unkind. Just then, a pair of familiar arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back into the warmth she had been silently craving.

She leaned against Jiwon’s chest, inhaling his scent — the same calming fragrance that always seemed to quiet the storms inside her. His embrace tightened, and he placed a soft kiss on her neck.

“Did my angel miss me?” he whispered playfully.

Aera didn’t respond. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Jiwon turned her gently to face him, lifting her effortlessly by the waist and setting her down on the edge of her desk. His eyes searched hers for answers, for some trace of her usual spark.

He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. “My baby isn’t in the mood today?” he asked softly. “What’s bothering you, hmm? You can tell me.”

Aera only shook her head and rested it against his chest. Her body felt heavy, drained of all strength. She didn’t have the courage to explain the fear clawing at her heart — the fear of losing him. She just needed him there, silent and close.

Jiwon said nothing more. He simply held her tighter, his fingers moving gently through her hair. He assumed her exhaustion came from work, unaware that the weight she carried was far greater.

After a long silence, Aera lifted her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “Jiwon… you won’t leave me, right?”

He frowned slightly, caught off guard. “Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured, eyes glistening. “Just… tell me. You love me, don’t you? You’ll never leave me?”

He smiled softly, brushing his thumb over her trembling lips. “I love you more than my life, Angel. And no—I won’t ever leave you.”

“Promise me,” she pressed, her voice cracking, “promise me you’ll never forget me. That I’ll always stay in your heart.”

He looked at her with quiet confusion but nodded anyway, his tone gentle and assuring. “I promise. You’ll always be in my heart.”

A faint smile curved her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Jiwon, not satisfied with that half-hearted attempt, started to tickle her.

Aera burst into laughter, the sound breaking the suffocating silence in the room. And for a fleeting moment, it felt like nothing could take him away from her.

As Aera’s birthday drew closer, her restlessness grew. Every time she couldn’t find Jiwon nearby, her heart raced in panic. He noticed her changing behavior, the way her laughter had softened into silence, her smiles had started to fade. He assumed she was simply being overprotective, unaware of the storm she was hiding behind her eyes.

The night before her birthday, at nine o’clock, Aera took a day off from work. She and Jiwon stood in the kitchen, cooking dinner together as they always did. He hummed softly under his breath, while she tried to hold her trembling emotions in place. She had already made her decision. She would let him go. For once, her love would not be selfish.

Lost in thought, Aera’s hand slipped, and the knife sliced her finger. Blood welled up instantly.

“Ahhh!!” She cried

“Angel!” Jiwon’s voice broke through the air as he rushed to her side. “Where’s your attention, hmm? Come here.”

He lifted her gently onto the counter, his brows drawn in concern. As he cleaned the wound, tears streamed down her cheeks—not from the pain in her hand, but from the ache in her heart.

“Aera, hey… what’s wrong?” Jiwon’s voice wavered in worry. But she only cried harder, shaking her head as sobs escaped her lips.

He bandaged her finger and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest

“Shh… it’s okay, love. I’m here. Relax, please…”

She clung to him, burying her face into his shoulder as though she could hide him within herself and keep him there forever. For nearly half an hour, he stood still, stroking her hair while her sobs slowly quieted into fragile breaths. When she finally looked up, her eyes were red, her face pale.

Jiwon brushed her messy strands aside and carried her to the dining table in his arms. He sat her down and began feeding her small bites of dinner. She ate quietly, forcing each bite down because she knew—it would be the last meal they shared. When he reached for the dishes, she stopped him.

“I’ll do it,” she said softly.

Jiwon didn’t argue. He couldn’t. She looked like she’d lost her soul. He could only watch, his heart aching with a fear he didn’t yet understand.

As Aera stood at the sink washing dishes, Jiwon came behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, placing gentle kisses along her neck every few moments. It was his silent way of saying, I’m here.

When she turned to face him, he lifted her into his arms without a word and carried her to their room. He laid her gently on the bed, hovering above her, his lips finding her neck, his hands memorizing her warmth. For a fleeting moment, Aera allowed herself to forget the pain, to feel only him—his love, his heartbeat, his breath.

Then, her gaze flickered toward the clock. 11:45 PM.

Her chest tightened. Panic returned like a wave. As he was about to take off her top, she stopped him.

“What’s wrong, Angel?” Jiwon asked, his voice full of concern.

“Jiwon...” She stopped herself. “Jiwon, did you forget what time it is? What day is tomorrow?”

He smiled innocently, brushing her cheek. “It’s my angel’s birthday tomorrow. Of course, I didn’t forget. I even have a surprise for you.”

He got off the bed and disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a small red cake.

Aera’s eyes filled with tears again. His love, so pure, so simple—and this sight was more than enough for her to spent her life alone. 

Jiwon placed the cake between them on the bed, his grin lighting up the room. But to Aera, time seemed to slip faster than ever before. It was 11:50 now. She urged him to cut the cake early.

He sang the birthday song softly, his voice trembling with affection. He fed her a piece of cake, and she did the same. Then, without hesitation, she pulled him into a long, desperate kiss. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pressed her forehead to his.

“Jiwon,” she whispered, “you were the best gift of my life. I love you—and I’ll always love you the most. I’m so grateful I met an angel who turned my world into heaven. Please don’t forget me… please don’t forget our love. Stay happy—wherever you’ll be.”

He blinked in confusion, his smile fading. “Aera, why are you—”

“Not tonight,” she interrupted, her voice trembling. “I don’t have much time. Just let me speak.”

She cupped his face in her palms, her eyes glistening. “My love, this isn’t easy for me. But I have no choice. Promise me one thing, meet me again in the next life, but as a human. Then, we’ll have our happily ever after.”

Jiwon’s brows furrowed. “Angel… what are you talking ab—”

“No, Jiwon. Promise me first.”

He hesitated for a second, then nodded. “I promise, Angel.”

Aera’s lips quivered as she whispered the words that shattered her own heart.

“I release you… you’ve done your part here. You’ve given me the happiness I once prayed for. Thank you, Jiwon. Thank you, God.”

She cried as she spoke, her tears falling onto his hands. Jiwon’s eyes filled with pain as he watched her break apart before him. She kissed him one last time, pouring every bit of her love, her sorrow, and her goodbye into it.

And then, the clock struck midnight.

When Aera opened her eyes, her hands were empty. The warmth beside her had vanished. The bed was cold.

“Jiwon!”

Her voice echoed through the silent room, through the hollow spaces of her heart. But there was no answer—only emptiness.

And in that emptiness, Park Aera collapsed, her tears staining the sheets where his warmth had once been.

Three Years Later

The atmosphere in the office was tense again. Everyone moved quietly, afraid to even breathe too loudly in case they drew Park Aera’s attention.

“Oh my God, Rose almost got hit by that vase,” whispered one of the girls, her eyes wide.

“Why is she angry today?” a male colleague muttered. “Who messed up this time?”

Rose burst out of Aera’s cabin, panting. “Who the hell kept that birthday gift in her office?” she demanded.

The new intern froze. “I... I did. Why? What happened?”

Rose threw her hands up. “You must be new here. Don’t you know she hates birthdays? Never, ever wish her!”

“But that gift was sent by our new client,” another coworker said cautiously.

Rolling her eyes, Rose massaged her temples. “Call Mr. Jeon. Only he can handle her when she’s like this.”

“Yes, right away,” the girl stammered and hurried to make the call.

–––

A short while later, Jeon Minjun rushed into the office, his tie slightly loosened, worry evident on his face.

“Where is she?” he asked, catching his breath.

“In her cabin,” Rose replied. “And yes, still in a bad mood.”

Minjun nodded and walked straight to Aera’s office. He didn’t bother knocking; he never needed permission.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” he said softly.

Aera didn’t respond.

“At least look at me with those beautiful eyes,” he teased, but her cold glare met his warmth.

She rose from her chair and moved to the bookshelf, searching for a file as if he weren’t there. As she reached for it, Minjun noticed a fresh cut on her hand. He rushed over, gently taking her wrist.

“Aera, what’s this? You’re hurt. How could you be so careless?” he scolded tenderly.

Her gaze lifted to him, and for a fleeting second, the room blurred into memory. She saw another man—Jiwon—holding her hand with the same concern, bandaging her finger after a small kitchen accident. The memory hit like a silent wave. Her eyes looked hollow now; perhaps she had already cried too much to have any tears left.

Minjun frowned, worried by the emptiness in her expression. He led her to the couch and began cleaning the wound carefully. Aera stayed silent, lost in the past. When he finished, she gently pulled her hand away and stood up. But before she could move, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Aera,” he murmured, “stay. Just for today. Don’t go back to work.”

“Minjun, I have deadlines,” she said weakly.

“No,” he whispered, holding her a little tighter. “Today, spend it with me. Please... for me.”

Her shoulders sank, and she exhaled in defeat. “Fine.”

He smiled faintly, helping her into her overcoat before taking her hand. Together, they walked out of the office.

Behind them, the whispers started again.

“They look so cute together,” one of the girls said with a smile.

“Yeah,” another replied. “Only he knows how to calm her down.”

Rose sighed with relief. “Of course he does, he’s her boyfriend. Thank God he exists, or we’d all be dead by now.”

–––

Later that week, at home, Aera was cleaning her wardrobe when her fingers brushed against something soft. She froze. It was a plain T-shirt—the one Jiwon had worn on his first day in her house. A soft smile curved her lips as the image of his confused, innocent face came back to her. She pressed the shirt to her chest, a tear sliding down her cheek.

Sinking to the floor, her back against the wardrobe, her gaze drifted to the empty bed—the same bed where they once lay tangled in laughter and warmth. There were no photographs, no letters, no trace of him left behind. Every sign of his existence had been wiped away, as if he had never been real. Only her heart still remembered.

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall.

“Jiwon…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Come back. You promised you’d find me again. Should I end this life to meet you sooner?”

Her voice broke into a sad chuckle.

“What a gift you gave me,” she whispered bitterly looking up. “A love so beautiful that it ruined me forever. How could you leave me like this? How could you be so selfish—to take away the only reason I wanted to live?”

Her voice rose into a cry, then collapsed into sobs. She clutched the shirt tightly, as if holding on to the last piece of him, and wept until exhaustion took over. Eventually, sleep found her there on the floor, her tears still damp on her cheeks, his scent faintly lingering in her arms.

The next day, Park Aera sat in her cabin, completely absorbed in her work. Everything seemed perfectly ordinary until Minjun walked in, wearing a wide grin that immediately drew attention.

Without glancing up from her laptop, she asked flatly, “What brings you here, Minjun?”

“You,” he replied playfully, flashing a teasing smile.

That made her pause. She leaned back in her chair, folded her arms, and gave him a questioning look.

With a soft chuckle and an apologetic expression, Minjun said, “Pumpkin, I want you to meet someone.”

“Who?” she asked, her tone distant.

“My cousin,” he explained. “He just returned from France yesterday. He’s interested in collaborating with your company on his next project.”

“I don’t want to meet anyone,” she muttered, eyes still fixed on her screen.

Minjun sighed. “How rude, Aera. He’s already here, waiting in the guest lounge. Do you even want to run this business properly or not?” His tone carried a trace of irritation.

Aera looked up, defeated. “Fine. Let’s go.”

They stepped out together toward the lounge. Halfway there, Rose called out, asking for Aera’s signature on a few documents. She turned to take the papers and a pen from her, while Minjun greeted the guest ahead.

“Aera, meet him...he is--”

“Minjun,” the man said with confident voice, “let me introduce myself.”

But the moment Aera heard that voice, her world stopped. Her hand froze mid-air, the pen slipping from her fingers as the papers scattered to the floor.

Her heart began to race. Slowly, she turned to look at him. And there he was.

“Jiwon…” she whispered in disbelief.

The world blurred around her. Her legs moved of their own accord as she walked toward him each step heavy with emotion. Standing before him, she reached out and touched his face, her fingertips trembling against the warmth of his skin. A tear slid down her cheek before she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace.

Minjun’s jaw dropped at the sight, completely bewildered. The man hesitated, clearly uncomfortable, but returned the hug awkwardly with a polite smile.

Minjun stepped forward and gently pulled Aera back. “Aera, what are you doing? Do you know him already?”

Before she could speak, Jiwon let out a small laugh. “I didn’t realize guests were greeted this warmly in Korea,” he said lightly.

“Jiwon, I’m sorry,” Minjun interjected quickly. “There must be some misunderstanding. Please don’t take it personally.” He held Aera’s hand firmly, trying to ground her. But her eyes were still fixed on Jiwon—filled with disbelief, hope, and confusion all at once.

“Anyway,” Minjun continued, clearing his throat, “Aera, this is Kim Jiwon, my cousin, and one of the most successful entrepreneurs in the industry.”

Jiwon extended his hand politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Park.”

Hearing him speak so formally, seeing the lack of recognition in his eyes, broke something inside her. She stepped back, her lips parting slightly in silent shock. Then, without another word, she turned and ran out of the lounge, leaving both men staring after her.

Jiwon blinked, puzzled. “Is there something wrong with her?”

Minjun forced a small laugh. “No.... She’s... not fond of meeting new people. Maybe she got overwhelmed. I’ll talk to her later.”

–––

Back in her cabin, Aera locked the door behind her and sank to the floor, her back pressed against the wood.

“He came back…” she whispered to herself. “Is he really my Jiwon? But why doesn’t he remember me? Or… is he someone else who just looks like him? But then why does he have the same name, the same voice?”

Frustration boiled inside her. She grabbed her hair, trying to silence the storm of thoughts. His voice, his eyes, his touch—everything about him felt too real to ignore.

–––

That evening, Minjun stopped by her house. They sat together on the couch, cups of coffee resting untouched on the table. He decided to bring up the morning’s incident.

“Pumpkin, what was that all about?” he asked softly.

Aera avoided his gaze, staring down at her lap.

“Please, Aera,” he said gently, “I need to understand what’s going on with you lately.”

“It was nothing,” she replied quietly. “Just a misunderstanding.”

He sighed. “So… will you meet him again tomorrow?”

She shook her head. “Minjun, I’m sorry. I don’t want to work with him. Please don’t make me.”

Without waiting for a response, she stood and disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

–––

The next day, Aera stood by her office window, sipping coffee while watching the city outside. A knock came at the door.

“Come in,” she said calmly.

“Good morning, Ms. Park,” came a familiar voice.

Her hand froze mid-air. She turned—and there he was again. Kim Jiwon.

“You?” she whispered, her pulse quickening.

“Yes,” he said smoothly, stepping inside. “I heard you don’t want to work with me. May I know the reason?” He sat down across from her, confidence radiating from every gesture.

“I don’t think I owe you an explanation,” she said coldly. “Please leave.”

“Of course,” he replied, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You don’t owe me anything. But what about your company? I came here with an excellent business proposal. I thought you’d be capable of handling it, but it seems you’re too emotional for real business.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Whether I’m emotional or not is none of your concern.”

Jiwon stood and closed the distance between them in slow, deliberate steps. Aera instinctively backed away until her back hit the glass window.

Leaning slightly toward her, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, “Are you sure… it’s none of my business?”

“First of all, move back,” she said sharply, her voice carrying the quiet authority. “And I don’t work with people I don’t like.”

Jiwon leaned back slightly, his lips curving into that insufferable, teasing smile. “Hmm… I see. So you don’t like me? But, Ms. Park, I’ve fallen for you since the first day I saw you.”

His tone was light, but his eyes, those familiar hazel-brown eyes—held something deeper. For a moment, Aera froze. Those eyes reminded her too much of the man she’d lost, the one she still saw in her dreams.

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The world seemed to slow as he leaned in—

“Ma’am?”

Aera blinked, snapping back to reality. She pushed Jiwon away so abruptly that the papers on her desk fluttered to the floor. Rose stood by the door, wide-eyed.

“Ma’am, sorry to disturb you,” she stammered. “Mr. Smith is waiting for the meeting.”

“I’ll be there in a moment,” Aera replied coolly.

As Rose left, Aera turned to Jiwon, her cheeks flushed. “Mr. Kim, mind your boundaries.”

She brushed past him, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Jiwon placed a hand over his chest, exhaling deeply. “My god… what a beauty,” he whispered to himself with a smirk

“Sorry, Ms. Park. My heart has already crossed all boundaries.”

The next morning, Aera entered her cabin to find him already there, sitting comfortably with his signature grin.

“What now?” she asked, setting her bag on the desk.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “My legs automatically brought me here.”

“Then ask your legs to turn back, they brought you to the wrong address.”

“I think they found the right one this time.”

Aera rolled her eyes. “Stop with the nonsense and get to the point.”

“Work with me,” he said simply. “Let’s collaborate, Ms. Park.”

“Not possible, I—”

The door burst open. Rose rushed in, panting. “Ma’am, Mr. Smith broke the contract!”

Aera’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“He said he got a more profitable offer from another company.”

Jiwon’s amused chuckle filled the tense room. Aera’s glare could have burned holes through him.

“Rose, leave us,” she ordered.

The moment the door closed, she stormed toward Jiwon, but her foot twisted. In a split second, she stumbled—straight into his lap.

Their eyes met, breaths mingling. His hand instinctively steadied her by the waist; her fingers clenched his collar.

“You did it, didn’t you?” she hissed. “You bribed Smith.”

Jiwon’s lips brushed dangerously close to hers. “No,” he whispered. “I just offered him a better deal. He wasn’t loyal enough to keep his word.”

The air between them thickened. He brushed his knuckles across her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mind flashing back to another pair of hands, another voice, another lifetime.

Her grip on his collar tightened. She was about to lose herself again when—

“Aera.”

Minjun’s voice.

Her eyes flew open. She pushed herself off Jiwon’s lap, stumbling back as Minjun stood in the doorway, hurt flashing across his face.

Before she could speak, Jiwon grabbed Minjun’s wrist and led him out of the room. Aera collapsed into her chair, tears stinging her eyes. She felt the heavy ache of guilt—toward Jiwon, toward Minjun, toward herself.

Outside, Jiwon released Minjun’s wrist. “Are you two… together?”

Minjun shook his head, avoiding his brother’s gaze.

“Look at me, Jeon Minjun,” Jiwon said firmly, cupping his face. “Stop being so weak.”

Minjun’s eyes glistened. “It’s just a rumor,” he murmured. “A sweet one I didn’t want to clear up.”

He smiled faintly, but his voice trembled. “Tell me something, Jiwon… have you fallen for her?”

Jiwon hesitated. His silence said everything.

Minjun smiled through the pain. “I’ve seen something in her eyes for you. If she didn’t care, I’d never let her go. But maybe she’s yours… in this life, at least.” He wiped his tears. “Next one, I’ll take what’s mine.”

Jiwon’s eyes softened. They embraced, the unspoken truth lingering between them.

A week passed. Aera had no choice but to collaborate with Kim Enterprises—the financial blow of losing the Smith contract had left her company vulnerable.

Jiwon’s presence filled her days with teasing, laughter, and unwanted distraction. Minjun supported him, though his heart remained quietly wounded.

Somewhere deep inside, Aera felt something stir whenever Jiwon was near. But she buried it. Her heart belonged to someone she could never reach again.

One afternoon, after a successful joint presentation, Aera was gathering her files in the conference room. The lights were dim, the air calm. Everyone else had left except Jiwon, who lingered at the back, silently watching her.

As she tied her hair into a loose bun, he stepped forward and gently tugged the band free. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, and she spun around—catching the sharp corner of the table.

A hiss escaped her lips. A small tear marked her skirt, blood surfacing beneath the fabric.

Jiwon’s eyes widened. “You’re bleeding.”

He knelt, reaching instinctively to check the wound, but Aera pushed him away.

“How shameless can you be, Mr. Kim?” she snapped. “Stay away from me.”

Before she could move, he grabbed her wrist, lifting her effortlessly to sit on the table. His voice dropped low, eyes burning with emotion.

“Do you really think I’d go that low? Why can’t you see my love for you, Aera?”

Her breath hitched. His hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing her skin. She shoved him away again, trembling—not from fear, but from the storm of emotions she refused to acknowledge.

Frustration flared in his eyes. Without another word, he pulled her close, lifted her in his arms, and strode through the office.

Gasps followed them. Aera struggled, but Jiwon held her firmly, unbothered by the stares.

He placed her gently in his car, his expression unreadable. Then, without waiting for her protests, he started the engine and drove toward her home, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, her heart pounding in her chest.

Kim Jiwon carried Aera to the doorstep of her apartment, setting her gently on her feet. She crossed her arms tightly, refusing to open the door, glaring at him with all the resistance she could summon.

“Are you opening the door,” he asked in a low, irritated tone, “or shall I take you to my house instead?”

The quiet authority in his voice made her flinch. She hurried to unlock the door, but before she could steady herself, he swept her off her feet again.

“Kim Jiwon, let me down! What are you doing?” Aera protested, hitting his chest lightly in frustration.

He looked into her eyes, his voice softening. “Doing what I should have done a long time ago.”

Something about the gentleness in his tone only deepened her unease. “Please, Jiwon… let me go. Or else I’ll call Minjun.”

He ignored the threat, walking straight to her kitchen. He placed her on the counter, his movements calm but purposeful.

Aera’s pulse raced. A hundred thoughts rushed through her mind—what was he going to do? Why wasn’t she stopping him? Why did his nearness feel both terrifying and painfully familiar?

Then, he opened the drawer and pulled out the first-aid kit.

When he returned to her, he reached for the torn fabric near her thigh. She caught his hand, shaking her head in refusal.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “I’ll—”

“Shut this beautiful mouth of yours,” he interrupted softly, “or I’ll shut it with my lips.”

Her breath caught. She released his hand slowly, unable to fight him—or herself—any longer.

Jiwon carefully slid the fabric aside just enough to see the wound. The dried cut made his expression tighten. With the gentlest touch, he traced the edge of it with his fingertip. Aera shivered, closing her eyes. His touch felt hauntingly familiar.

He applied ointment with steady hands, then blew cool air over the wound. The sensation made her grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer unconsciously.

When he looked up, he saw something break inside her—a longing she didn’t understand. It hurt him to see it.

He brushed her cheek with his thumb, his forehead resting against hers. His voice trembled. “Why didn’t you take care of yourself, Angel? You hurt me so much.”

Her eyes widened at the word. Angel.

Her heart, which had been silent for three years, suddenly began to beat again.

He smiled faintly at her confusion, his eyes soft and wet. “I’m your Jiwon, my Angel. Our wait is over.”

Tears streamed down Aera’s face, but she couldn’t speak. The exhaustion of years alone pressed down on her, leaving only silent sobs.

“Say something, Aera,” he pleaded. “I’m right here. Didn’t you miss me?”

Her voice trembled as she finally spoke. “Why did you hide this from me all these days?”

“It was your punishment,” he said gently.

She frowned through her tears. “Punishment?”

“Yes,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “You decided to let me go without even telling me what you were going through. You thought you could suffer alone.”

Aera looked down, weeping quietly. He cupped her face and made her look at him. “Did you really think you were strong enough for that, Aera?”

She shook her head, breaking down completely. “I’m sorry, Jiwon. I was so scared to lose you forever.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as both of them cried.

“Please don’t leave me again,” she whispered between sobs. “I won’t survive it this time.”

Jiwon kissed her forehead tenderly. “Never again, my love. I’m here to make you mine—forever. No more waiting, no more pain.”

A soft smile bloomed through her tears. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Then, as if years of distance had burned away in that one touch, he lifted her by the waist, and she wrapped her legs around him, holding on as if letting go would end the world.

He carried her toward the bedroom, her laughter and questions tumbling out between stolen kisses.

“Jiwon—how—(peck)—how come you’re Minjun’s cousin—(peck)—and—”

He only chuckled, silencing her next question with another deep kiss. The longing of three years poured through every breath, every movement.

By the time the night settled, their clothes lay scattered across the floor. All that remained was warmth, forgiveness, and the sound of two hearts remembering how to beat together.

When they finally lay still, Aera rested her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm that had haunted her dreams.

He brushed her hair back and spoke softly. “After they took me away from you, they told me everything. At first, I thought you’d stopped loving me. I was furious. They wanted to erase my memories, but I refused. I wanted to remember you, even if it killed me.”

She looked up, tears glimmering in her eyes. He smiled, placing a kiss on her nose.

“They told me I’d have to live like a human—that I’d age, that I’d die. But they didn’t know I’d already been dying every day without you. Then they placed me as Minjun’s cousin. That’s how I found my way back to you.”

Aera smiled faintly through her tears. She leaned up and kissed his forehead softly. As she did, the duvet slipped, exposing her bare shoulders.

Jiwon’s gaze darkened, a playful grin curling his lips. In one smooth motion, he flipped her beneath him again.

“Jiwon…” she laughed breathlessly. “Not again. I’m tired.”

“You don’t have to do anything, love,” he murmured against her skin. “Your Jiwon is enough for both of us.”

His kisses trailed down her neck, making her laugh between shivers.

And for the first time in years, Aera’s home was filled again with laughter, warmth, and the tender sound of love that had survived time itself.

The End.

By Mudita Pawar