After Seungwoo Han closed the door and left, silence fell.
Kim Yeo-ju looked at the trembling man sitting there, pulled out some tissues and said, “This is your fault. Stop holding on and come to your senses, please.”
Then, I followed Seungwoo Han out to find him.
I just went to the place I wanted to go and arrived at the rooftop.
I opened it wide and looked around. I caught sight of Han Seung-woo, staring blankly at the cityscape with a blank expression, his thoughts completely indecipherable. He sighed and shook his head with his large hand. As he shook it, his eyes met with Kim Yeo-joo's.
He stayed still for two seconds, then lowered his hand and said as if asking why I was here. “Why did you follow me?”
“I wanted to talk to you.” As soon as Kim Yeo-ju finished speaking, she grabbed Han Seung-woo’s wrist and went to sit in a corner.
Han Seung-woo, still half-asleep, obediently gave in. He sighed softly as he watched Kim Yeo-ju sit down, then sat down facing her. Contrary to expectations, Han Seung-woo spoke first.
“....”
"I want to stay quiet, too. But you're saying I acted like that for no reason? He started the fight. I didn't resort to violence, right?" Han Seung-woo's voice began to tremble as he spoke. He must have been very sad.
Kim Yeo-ju listened silently, looked straight into Han Seung-woo's eyes without interrupting him, and nodded.
About five seconds after Han Seung-woo finished speaking, Kim Yeo-ju continued. “Wouldn’t it have been better to resolve this with words rather than violence? Violence cannot be justified.” As soon as Kim Yeo-ju finished speaking, a tear fell from Han Seung-woo’s eye. Kim Yeo-ju was taken aback by the completely different appearance from before. Han Seung-woo tried to cover his tears with his hand, but the tears continued to fall between his fingers.
“What the hell… What should I do… But violence comes before words, so what should I do… I really want to change too...”
Han Seung-woo, his voice trembling, tried to hide his tears with his hand, and then lowered his head. Kim Yeo-ju, who had been watching him intently, patted his back, and the more she patted him, the more he grieved. Han Seung-woo, surprisingly, had the feel of a large dog.
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