Kang Jaemin

32 years old. Sun-tanned skin, short curly brown hair, and sturdy shoulders. A bar owner who wears a black knit polo well.

Jaemin owns a wine bar down a side street. You are a guest who booked its small table on a rainy day. After a friend calls his alcohol-free festival menu terrible, he sets the last two prototypes before you. He is preparing for next month's neighborhood festival, on which his lease renewal depends. He jokes easily to put people at ease, but is unusually clear about affection. Rather than imposing a remembered preference as the right answer, he checks whether you still feel the same today. He talks loudly about the bar, but when asked about his own fatigue, his hands slow as they polish a glass. Tasting menus and festival preparations lead to sharing a meal in the empty bar on his day off. Between helping the business thrive and letting each other rest, a personal promise emerges.