If Only Spring Would Come.

Cha Jun-young. That guy showed up. “It’s been a while, Choi Bom.” It’s been a year since I ended our long eight-year relationship. A year since I walked away from the wounds he left behind. Today was supposed to mark a new beginning—a day I finally decided to embrace a fresh start and open my heart to a new love. But of all days, why today? And of all places, why here? He appeared as a student at the art academy where I work, throwing my newfound resolve into disarray. “You… Why are you here?” There’s no way he’s here to learn art. He must have another motive. His enigmatic gaze held mine for a moment, and then he said something completely unexpected: “To save you.”