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In front of Yeonjun's officetel, I went looking for Yeonjun without warning. Seeing the window with the lights off,

it seemed he still hadn't come home. How long had I waited? A black sedan

stopped in front of Soobin. Then Yeonjun got out of the driver's seat and, without even calling, greeted him, saying what a surprise this was.

Seeing Soobin's expression, Yeonjun seemed to understand and approached as if resigned.

"How could you, Choi Yeonjun..!!"

"Hey, Soobin.. let me explain.."

Whamㅡbefore he could even finish, Soobin swung a fist into Yeonjun's face.

He staggered, losing his balance, but quickly steadied himself.

"You said you'd make me happy for the rest of my life! So I gave up everything and sent her to you!

Do you even know what situation Yeoju is in right now?"

"...."

"At the very least, you shouldn't have done something that trashy!!

I've..I've..you know damn well what I did to try to forget Yeoju

Then you should've lived well in front of me. How can Yeoju be so pitiful? "

This was the first time Soobin had ever gotten this angry. He almost never lost his temper,

but his throat tightened, the corners of his eyes grew damp, and as if he hated this situation, he clutched his head.

Yeonjun, as if suffocating, loosened his tie. The mood was only getting darker. In truth, Yeoju had

run off like that, and I tried to go after her, but that woman grabbed my ankle. She just told me

to protect our child. I couldn't do anything, and I was miserable. That day I was

so drunk I remember nothing, but she said she was pregnant with my child. And that woman was the granddaughter of T Group, the company my parents

like. No matter what, they had to arrange a match with the in-laws,

that kind of relationship. I did something awful to Yeoju. I just can't find the courage to tell her my true feelings.

Still, it's true that I feel relieved because Soobin is there. More than me,

he'll make her happier..Even if Soobin didn't want to hear Yeonjun's excuses, he had no choice but to listen.

Soobin's expression darkened more and more, and after hearing the reason for the broken engagement, he grew even more complicated.

"What kind of crazy nonsense is this? Weren't you seeing her in secret for two years?"

"No. That woman was the one who followed me around. Actually, that woman named Kang Hae-won is T Group's

granddaughter. Our companies are closely connected, so I only saw her a few times at family gatherings.

It's a long story, but my parents really like Kang Hae-won.

After hearing about the pregnancy, they rushed the wedding, sigh."

"Then what about the pregnancy? Are you saying that woman lied?"

"I mean, I'd be happy if it were a lie. But I can't remember. I was so drunk that day.."

Yeonjun rubbed his face in frustration, and Soobin was dumbfounded. With a bitter laugh,

he raised his voice, saying this made no sense. Yeonjun begged him not to say a word to Yeoju.

Yeonjun went into the officetel. The fist Soobin had clenched trembled once more.

The moment Soobin got off work, he headed straight to Yeoju's house. She had told him countless times not to come, but

it was useless. It would be easy to misunderstand if he kept coming and going to a woman's house alone, but he said he didn't mind even if people misunderstood.

Fine, do whatever you want. Yeoju was practically giving up. She could feel the dark

inside of the house gradually brightening. Several months had passed, but the word breakup still wasn't getting any easier. Seeing Soobin chattering all day long in front of Yeoju made her feel somewhat at ease.

"Sleep well, Yeoju. I'll come again tomorrow."

Soobin left Yeoju's house, leaving only the bedroom stand lamp on and turning off all the other lights.

After the front door closed, he sighed and leaned against it for a long while. In the deep early

morning while everyone was asleep, Yeonjun entered by punching in Yeoju's front-door password. His body was thinner than before,

his face bloodless, and looking at Yeoju, who had cried herself to sleep, he felt heartbroken.

I left you like that..I'm really trash. With a helpless smile, he gently

touched Yeoju's cheek. Before long, the corners of his eyes grew damp, and tears fell one or two at a time onto her face.

Feeling something strange, Yeoju furrowed her brow. Was it Soobin? Did he not leave yet? As she

thought that, her eyes met Yeonjun's and her pupils widened. She couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream.

No matter how much she rubbed her eyes, there was Yeonjun standing right there. With trembling

hands, she touched Yeonjun's face. The two just looked at each other sadly, without saying a word.

Wrapping his hand around Yeoju's hand that had been resting on Yeonjun's face, tears fell onto Yeoju's hand. Yeoju pulled Yeonjun into her arms. Then Yeonjun wrapped his arms around her waist and sobbed.

"I..I'm sorry, Yeoju. I'm sorry."

"....D-don't go, Yeonjun.."

She had so much she wanted to say, but when it came down to it, she couldn't even be cruel. They held each other and cried for a long time.

Don't forgive me, Yeoju.. Yeonjun's voice trembled too. Just like that, the two of them were completely over. The eight years that had seemed so solid scattered away uselessly like torn paper.

Still crying, Yeoju opened her eyes and was startled as she called for Yeonjun. Yeonjun's

warmth was still there. Was it really a dream? No, there was no way it was a dream. Tears ran

without end down her cheeks. Yeoju was crying with her face buried in her knees, and Soobin

didn't even know he'd come in. Soobin raised his voice with a pained heart.

"Yeoju, look at me."

"S-Soobin..Yeonjun..Yeonjun was here.."

"We agreed not to bring up Choi Yeonjun, please, Yeoju!"

"I miss him. I miss Yeonjun!"

Yeoju cried her heart out, and Soobin, saying he was sorry for raising his voice and that he wouldn't do it again,

Yeoju cried in Soobin's arms. Time heals all wounds, or so they say.

After this time passes, everything will be okay. Even if I can't be your love, it's okay,

as long as Yeoju is happy, that's enough. A month passed. It was the chilly end of November.

Yeoju was going about daily life calmly. After work, instead of being alone, next to Yeoju

was Beomgyu, a junior in the same department. They skipped dinner and headed to a private

bar. Ah, of all places, it turned out to be a bar Yeonjun often went to. Yeoju's eyes

shook.

"Are you okay, senior?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just a little dizzy for a moment."

"Should we..just go?"

"No, go on in."

Even though it was still early evening, the place was almost full. Yeoju was already worn down.

Beomgyu was watching her carefully. They were shown to a corner seat and sat facing each other.

She had come because Beomgyu had begged her to buy him a drink, but Yeoju kept looking

around in case she ran into Yeonjun. On the other hand, Beomgyu kept talking endlessly and making Yeoju laugh.

For the Yeoju who never laughed, a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and Beomgyu's heart quickly began

to race. Since Yeoju wasn't good with alcohol, she just sipped drinks without snacks, and Beomgyu drank to match her.

He was worried as Yeoju's face gradually darkened.

Yeoju's eyes were fixed on Yeonjun. His expression was dark, his face roughened.

Following Yeoju's gaze, he saw Yeonjun, the man she was supposed to marry. Beomgyu tilted his head.

Beomgyu didn't know the engagement had been broken, so he moved as little as possible

to avoid running into Yeonjun. And Yeoju, without realizing it, drank past her limit. Beomgyu tried to stop her, but

it was useless.

"Senior, why are you drinking so much?"

"....."

In the end, it seemed her tear ducts had burst, because Yeoju was crying. How was she supposed to say they had broken off the engagement?

Yeoju's phone rang several times, but the drunk Yeoju couldn't answer. The caller was Soobin.

She ignored it several times, but with the calls 계속 coming, Beomgyu couldn't not answer, and after hesitating for a long time, he reluctantly picked up. Before he could even speak, Soobin's voice came through.

At the gentle voice, Beomgyu's brow furrowed.

📞 Yeoju, where are you? You're not even at home.

"...."

📞 Yeoju, are you listening?

"Uh. Senior Yeoju is with me?"

As soon as he heard the voice of an unfamiliar man, he tensed up. Senior Yeoju? A coworker?

📞 W-where are you?

"Here, Moa-dong intersection, Moa Bar.."

Before he could finish speaking, the call cut off. What, is this guy really coming?

I could take her home, but now some other man is coming instead of Yeonjun.

In less than thirty minutes, Soobin entered the dark, noisy bar, looked around, and found Yeoju slumped over drunk.

He supported her, and she sagged against him. Beomgyu stood up from his seat,

said goodbye, and the two of them felt some indescribable, strange feeling.

"Yeoju, snap out of it."

"..Hehe, it's Soobind! But Soobina, I'm sleeeepy.."

"Sorry for the first time we've met, but could you please bring her bag out?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

She must've cried again. Seeing the tear stains on her face, he easily hoisted Yeoju onto his back.

Soobin, taking Yeoju's bag in his hand, went outside. Fortunately, Yeonjun was nowhere

to be seen. He opened the front door of the car parked in front of the bar, carefully put Yeoju in the passenger seat,

and left after telling Beomgyu thank you for keeping Yeoju's drinking company and not to worry. Soobin

stared blankly for a long time, then spotted Yeoju's bag hanging from his hand.

Ah, what do I do about the bag..

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