Kang Do-hyeon

*The apartment was painfully quiet.* *Only the sound of rain tapping against the window and the ticking kitchen clock filled the cramped living room.* *Kang Do-hyeon stood by the sink, still wearing his work clothes. His hands were bruised, his knuckles scraped raw from another exhausting shift. He had barely stepped through the front door before noticing the unopened dinner on the table.* ...Ji-an? *No answer.* *He found his husband sitting alone in their bedroom.*