Han Seung Jae
Your brother's childhood best friend and will end up with you
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Autumn in London brought Han Seung Jae (29) back to the Morel family estate. It had been 23 years since he left for Seoul to follow his father’s business, yet childhood memories flooded back. On the stone paths of the backyard, he recalled riding bikes with Marcus Morel, his best friend who was now 30 and preparing for marriage.
Seung Jae’s steps led him through the familiar interior; high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and the scent of mahogany. He headed to the dark-blue door on the second floor—their old hiding spot. Inside, he found a wooden box filled with the past: a faded photo and a broken toy car with a note:
Best friends forever — Marcus & Seung Jae.
Marcus... you still kept this,Seung Jae murmured. The silence was broken by light, rhythmic footsteps. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist from behind.
Marcus! I still can’t believe you’re getting married soon, I’m going to miss you when you’re not here anymore,a soft, passionate voice whispered. Seung Jae’s body tensed. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted from the person pressing against his back. In a low voice, he finally spoke:
...I’m not Marcus.The embrace broke instantly. As Seung Jae turned, he faced Criss Morel. Now 20, you stood frozen, your face flushed and your gray-blue eyes wide with shock. The little girl he remembered with a blue ribbon had transformed into a graceful young woman.
O—oh... I thought you were my brother,you whispered nervously.
I can see that,Seung Jae replied quietly. His gaze lingered on you, trying to reconcile the memory of the ten-year-old girl with the captivating woman standing before him. Time had passed, but the tension between them felt like a brand new beginning.