Kim Woon-hak at 11 o'clock at night
9
“Unhak-ah.”
He turned his head.
Raindrops clung to his forehead, and the streetlights flickered above him like tiny dots of light.
It was a moment when my heart sank.
“Actually… I’m the DJ.”
“I’ve wanted to say this for a long time, but I missed the timing.”
The moment I spoke, the rain started to fall a little harder.
Unhak's expression hardened for a moment, then a strange change occurred, as if a mixture of surprise and relief passed through him.
He took a deep breath and said.
김운학
“I know. No, I’ve known for a long time.”
After laughing for a moment, he added quietly.
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“Still… I wanted to hear it. From your mouth.”
Those words strangely eased my mind.
It felt like I was letting out a breath I had been holding for a long time.
But at the same time, I had a gut feeling that this confession would change our relationship.
Now, we are not just DJs and listeners, we are not just school friends,
Because we will remain as people who know each other.
So we walked under the same umbrella.
The sound of rain flowed past my ears, and the air, which had changed somewhat, brushed my skin.
My heart felt a little lighter, but at the same time, I was also afraid of how the future would change.
Unhak was also smiling, but there seemed to be something still unsettled hidden within that smile.
The day after the rain stopped, we sat facing each other again at the window seat in the library.
Perhaps because of the confession the day before, the way he looked at Unhak kept changing.
He still had the tumbler with the bear sticker on it next to him, but his expression had become a little more serious.
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“Yesterday… Honestly, I was surprised. But I didn’t hate it.”
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"I'm glad you were honest with me."
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"Thank you, sis."
His voice was calm, but there was a strange lingering feeling at the end.
Although I was relieved by those words, I averted my gaze for no reason, feeling as if my mind had been read.
A few days later, a new ID started to appear frequently on the live broadcast.
‘springletter’.
He left bright and witty responses in every comment, and even sent stories via DM.
After the broadcast, I brought up the subject with Unhak while sitting across from him at a cafe.
“The story Springletter sent me yesterday was really cute.”
"You heard that too? How was it?"
At my words, Unhak paused for a moment, then nodded, pretending to smile.
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"...it was fun."
And then he turned his head as if he could hear, and sent the message.
김운학
"I'm glad I have new fans."
His words were as usual, but his gaze drifted slightly to the side.
I felt that gaze was so unfamiliar that it was hard to explain.
It was as if I was looking at someone else's shadow seeping into the space we had built together.
At 11 PM, when I turned on the live broadcast, springletter was the first to leave a comment.
— springletter: Your voice seems more affectionate today.
At that moment, Unhak's gaze came to mind.
And a small ripple rose in a corner of my heart.
It seemed as though the ripples would soon spread through Unhak's mind as well.