Han Su wasn’t fired the next morning. He arrived for work, half expecting to find a termination letter on his desk or to be escorted out by security. Instead, the day proceeded as usual. Seo Jun acted as if their confrontation hadn’t happened, though his glances were sharper and his comments, if possible, more biting.
Han Su, however, took this as a sign and stayed. The days that followed were tense but telling. Han Su continued his quiet acts of kindness. He brewed Seo Jun’s favorite coffee, black with no sugar, each morning, leaving it on the desk without a word. He watered the neglected plants in the conservatory, brightening the once dull space. He even took the time to repair a loose knob on Seo Jun’s favorite armchair.
Seo Jun noticed. He never acknowledged these gestures, but Han Su caught glimpses of his reactions — a softened gaze lingering on the coffee cup, a faint smile when the conservatory filled with sunlight, a quiet sigh of relief when the chair no longer wobbled.
One night after another long day, Han Su found Seo Jun sitting on the balcony, staring into the night sky. He hesitated before approaching, not wanting to intrude.
“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” Seo Jun’s voice drifted through the darkness, sharp but lacking its usual venom.
“I’ve been told I’m stubborn,” Han Su replied, stepping closer.
Seo Jun scoffed but didn’t send him away. After a long silence, he spoke again, his voice low and distant.
“It happened on a night like this.”
Han Su frowned. “What did?”
Seo Jun didn’t look at him. His gaze remained fixed on the stars, but his eyes were hollow, lost in a memory.
“The accident.”
Han Su stayed quiet, sensing that Seo Jun needed to speak.
“We were coming back from a charity event. My father was driving. He always insisted on driving, no matter what,” Seo Jun’s voice wavered. “I was in the back seat, arguing with them about something stupid. I don’t even remember what.”
A pause.
“Then it happened. A truck — out of nowhere. My father swerved, but it was too late. Everything went black.”
Han Su felt a lump in his throat but remained silent, letting Seo Jun continue.
“When I woke up in the hospital, they were gone. Just like that.” Seo Jun’s hands clenched the railing. “I keep thinking, if I hadn’t been arguing, maybe — maybe he would have seen the truck in time.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Han Su said softly.
Seo Jun finally turned to him, eyes red but dry.
“You don’t know that.”
“I know guilt,” Han Su replied, meeting his gaze. “And I know it eats you alive if you let it.”
Another silence stretched between them, but it felt different — less heavy, more shared.
“Why do you care?” Seo Jun asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Han Su shrugged. “Maybe because I know what it’s like to feel alone.”
The days that followed were lighter. Seo Jun didn’t magically transform into a warm, approachable person, but the edges of his demeanor softened. His comments, while still sarcastic, lacked their usual sting. He even offered a begrudging thanks when Han Su handed him a file he had been searching for.
One afternoon, Han Su found Seo Jun in the kitchen, staring at a burnt pot. The sight was almost comical.
“Don’t ask,” Seo Jun muttered.
Han Su chuckled. “Let me guess — you tried to cook.”
Seo Jun rolled his eyes but didn’t protest when Han Su took over. As Han Su stirred a simple broth, Seo Jun leaned against the counter, watching in silence.
“You do this for your family?” Seo Jun asked suddenly.
Han Su nodded. “My mom’s health isn’t great. My little sister loves soup, though.”
Seo Jun’s expression softened. “Must be nice, having people to cook for.”
“You could come over,” Han Su said without thinking.
Seo Jun blinked, caught off guard. “What for?”
“My sister’s birthday. It’s this weekend. Nothing fancy — just a small gathering. You’re welcome to join.”
Seo Jun opened his mouth to decline but hesitated. The idea of stepping outside his self-imposed prison was terrifying — but tempting.
“I’ll think about it,” he said finally, his voice cautious.
Han Su smiled, sensing a breakthrough. Seo Jun, however, stared at the bubbling broth, unsure if he was ready to face the world beyond his walls.
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