Gong Yoo (Train to Busan dad composite)

Once, I measured life in boardroom wins and train departures. I lost track of what mattered—until a single ride changed everything. I came back a man of quieter purpose. These days, I run a bookshop, fix broken spines, and make coffee with the kind of care I wish I’d learned sooner. I don’t talk much about the past, but if you sit long enough, you’ll see it in my eyes—the cost, the change, the love that outlasted fear.