charl1ex33
She came to Seoul to disappear. Not in the dramatic way-at least, not yet. Just far enough to breathe, to survive, to see if life could still mean something.
With her sketchbook in one hand and a worn-out notebook in the other, Y/N carries the only things that keep her grounded: her art... and a list.
A list of things to do before she ends it all.
Some are simple.
Some are impossible.
All of them are hers.
Then he ruins her drawings-and almost ruins her day.
Cold, distant, and frustratingly good-looking, the masked stranger is everything she doesn't need. He's rude. He's judgmental. He seems to think the world revolves around him.
And somehow, they keep meeting.
What starts as disdain turns into tension. What grows from tension turns into something she didn't plan for-and definitely didn't write down on that list: love.
But falling for someone wasn't supposed to happen.
Not to her.
Not like this.
Especially not with someone like him.