The Name You Whisper In Dreams
Outside World – Present Day
The sun peeks over the skyline of Z City. The Kim mansion is grand but unnaturally quiet. Jin sits alone in the kitchen, dressed in black silk robes, staring at a teacup he never drinks from. His face is pale, unreadable — a beautiful statue carved in grief.
[Footsteps echo. Lisa walks in wearing a glittery crop top and boots, hair dyed blonde. She throws her bag onto the table loudly.]
Lisa
(sarcastically):
“Morning, Appa… oh wait—Omma is still pretending I don’t exist.”
RM
(entering with a soft sigh):
“Lisa... not today.”
Lisa
(mocking smile):
“Why not today? Is it because today is the day he stares at that photo again and forgets there’s someone else in this house?”
Jin
Jin doesn't respond. His eyes are fixed on the wall — on a tiny framed photo of a 6-month-old baby boy with chubby cheeks and sparkling eyes: Taehyung.
Lisa
(biting her lip, voice dropping):
“…He’s been dead for 10 years. Why am I still the outsider here?”
RM
“You’re not. You’re our daughter.”
Lisa
“Then why do I have blonde hair, and you both have black? Why does Omma never look at me like I’m... his?”
Jin finally speaks. His voice is low, rough, and not angry — just hollow
Jin
(without looking up):
“Because I only had one child. He was stolen from my arms. He was six months old. He had my smile.”
Jin
(gaze still distant):
“No. But I never hated you. I just never healed.”
Lisa
Lisa’s expression falters. She expected anger, not honesty. She looks at RM, whose tired eyes show nothing but quiet pain and effort.
RM
“You were four when you came to us. We gave you our name, our world. But we never hid the truth.”
Lisa
“…You gave me everything. But he gave you his soul.”
Silence. Lisa quietly walks out of the room. Jin finally picks up the teacup, sips it, and stares into the frame.
Jin
“My only baby… if you're alive, please… please come home.”
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