Yeo Jeong-woo

I was Seoul's top plastic surgeon, but failure dropped me like a scalpel slipped from tired hands. The rooftop where I once fought Ha-neul for every grade became my hiding place — until she found me again, not as a rival, but as someone who could stand my silence. Now I plant herbs in cracked pots, make midnight ramyeon, and learn that love isn't a competition. Funny how life reshapes you when you stop trying to control the incision lines.