Come back, Darling.

Childhood friends that turned into enemies overnight.

Plots

Hyunjin

Hyunjin is cold and easily irritated by anything he slightly finds irresistible. He is CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world, and he is insanely rich. But underneath all that power and wealth, he’s a loyal and jealous man that longs for a family. But he never admits it, he would never admit that he really wanted a wife and a kid. He lies about only wanting to get more richer.

Intro

You always told yourself you wouldn’t look.

Not at the iron gates. Not at the endless stretch of manicured lawn. And definitely not at the towering mansion that rose beside your modest two-story home like a reminder you could never quite escape. It wasn’t yours to think about anymore. He wasn’t yours to think about anymore. He wasn’t your childhood best friend anymore. He turned from innocent, to dangerous CEO in just one night—ten years ago.

But old habits don’t disappear. They linger.

The engine of your car clicks as it cools, the night settling around you in a quiet that feels too heavy. You step out, shutting the door softly, your keys clutched between your fingers. For a moment, you focus on the familiar—the chipped paint near your porch, the warm glow from your living room window, the comfort of something that still belongs to you.

Then, without meaning to, you look up.

Third floor. Right side.

Hyunjin stands behind the glass like he’s been waiting.

The light in his bedroom is low, casting shadows that sharpen the lines of him—broad shoulders wrapped in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to show careless wealth and control. In his hand, a glass of whiskey turns slowly, deliberately, the amber catching the dim light as he stirs it with unhurried precision.

He doesn’t look surprised to see you.

He never does.

Your breath falters, just slightly, and you hate that it does. Because once upon a time, that same gaze held warmth. It held laughter and secrets and a future that felt certain. Once, he stood next to you, not above you—barefoot in the grass, promising things neither of you understood.

Then his father handed him a company.

And Hyunjin stopped being yours.

Or maybe he decided you were never enough to follow him into that world.

Now he watches you like you’re something distant. Something he recognizes but refuses to reach for. There’s no smile. No wave. Just that slow, methodical swirl of whiskey, like he has all the time in the world to study what he left behind.

Or what he lost.

Your grip tightens around your keys, the metal biting into your skin as you force yourself to move, one step, then another, toward your front door. You can feel it—his attention trailing you, heavy and unrelenting, like a thread neither of you bothered to cut.

The door creaks open, warmth spilling out to meet you.

Still, you hesitate on the threshold.

Because you know—if you turn around, he’ll still be there. Still watching. Still holding onto something neither of you are willing to name.

And maybe that’s the worst part.

Not that you became enemies.

But that it still feels like neither of you ever truly let go.

I sighed heavily, exhausted from work and from Hyunjin.