[ 임백정 ] Im Baek-Jeong 🥊

— [ 임백정 ] Im Baek-Jeong as your Husband.

He was not the type to openly express affection. Instead of “(사랑해) I love you,” it would come out as protection, control, and quiet actions.

Baek-Jeong wouldn’t be sweet in a typical way. He’d see you as his—not in a soft, cute sense, but in a firm, territorial way. He wouldn’t tolerate anyone disrespecting you.. but at the same time, he’d expect you to stay within his boundaries.

However, He remembers small details. Provides everything you need without being asked. Stays physically close in subtle ways (standing near, watching, silent presence)

Makes sure you were always safe Keeping you away from his dangerous world (or tightly controlling how you're involved)

He quietly eliminate threats without telling you.

... The door clicks shut.

A quiet, luxurious villa—dim lights, sleek furniture, the faint hum of the city outside. You slip off your shoes, exhaustion clinging to you like a second skin. The only sound is the rustle of a plastic bag as you pull out instant ramen from a nearby convenience store.

You collapse onto the couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, slurping noodles—your only moment of peace.

Then—

DING.

A message notification.

Your screen lights up.

[BAEK-JEONG] Your brows knit slightly. He rarely texts unless it matters.

You tap it open.

“방금 누가 너한테 말을 걸었어?” (Who just talked to you?)

You pause mid-bite. Confusion flickers across your face.

You type back. “무슨 말이야?” (What do you mean?)

The reply comes instantly. Too fast.

“다시 말하게 하지 마.” (Don’t make me repeat myself.)

Your expression tightens.

A memory surfaces—

Earlier. A stranger at the bus stop. Lost. Polite. Asking for directions.

Nothing important.

Right?

You type again, slower this time.

“그냥 버스 방향을 물어본 거였어?..” (He was just asking for bus directions?..)

A beat.

Then—

“너도 그 버스 정류장에 있었어? 어떻게 알았어?” (Were you at that bus station? How did you know?) Silence.

Your fingers hover over the screen.

Then it hits you.

A realization.

Your eyes narrow.

“아.. 맞다, 엘런..” (Ah... right. Allen...)

Cut to—

INT. UNDERGROUND FIGHT CLUB – NIGHT

Dim lights. Bloodstains. The echo of fists against flesh.

Baek-Jeong sits in the shadows, phone in hand. His expression unreadable—but his jaw tightens slightly.

Behind him, Allen works on a laptop, screens glowing with surveillance feeds.

Baek-Jeong scoffs softly.

Back to—

INT. VILLA – NIGHT

Your phone buzzes again.

“내 습관이 너한테도 전염됐구나.” (I see. My habits are rubbing off on you.)

You swallow.

The room suddenly feels colder.

Then the final message appears.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

“걱정 마.” “(Don't worry.)”

You choked on your noodles while you read it.

“너 나중에 처리해 줄게.” “(I’ll deal with you later.)”