thanks
Unspoken sincerity, unreachable interest
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“…He must be gone now.”
The quiet hallway in front of the costume shop.
Go-eun hesitated in front of the door for a long time, then muttered to herself very quietly.
She knows.
It's not like there weren't any people who reached out to me throughout my life.
But they were always like that. A fleeting pity, a fleeting emotion.
Things that quickly cool down and eventually turn their backs coldly.
The word "love" was always a scarce commodity in her life. It was easier not to expect it in the first place.
I didn't want to receive attention that was meant to force emotions into me.
She opened the door and quietly entered the costume shop. It was still quiet inside, but she stopped immediately.
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"…uh…"
One side of the room was a bit messy. Someone was neatly folding and organizing clothes.
In that short time, he did everything he could. It was Dokyeom.
Go Eun approached him with a flustered face and grabbed the clothes he was holding.
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“What, what are you doing…! Why are you organizing this…”
At her voice, Dokyeom slowly raised his head. Their eyes met for a moment.
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"...!!"
Go-eun tried to avoid his eyes in surprise, but Do-gyeom just stared at her.
도겸(석민)
“These clothes… I remember them because they’re unique. They were neatly organized the last time I saw them.”
Go Eun lowered her head in silence. Dokyeom looked down at his clothes and continued speaking quietly.
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“But… the clothes that were filmed are now lying around like this again…”
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"that…"
Go Eun opened her mouth, carefully taking the clothes from his hands, and trailed off.
The strength left Dokyeom's hand, and the clothes slowly passed into her hands.
He was still looking at her.
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“Please… don’t try to find out. Don’t be interested. Please, I beg you…”
Go Eun spoke earnestly, unable to raise her head. Her voice was both a plea and a warning.
Dokyeom looked at her with his mouth closed for a moment, then quietly opened his lips.
도겸(석민)
“…If I pretend not to know, will it be resolved? Or will it just… continue to hurt like this?”
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“I… will take care of it.”
A short and firm wedge-breaking statement.
Dokyeom tried to say something more, but eventually exhaled and lowered his voice.
도겸(석민)
"…that is…"
After a pause, his voice continued a little more firmly.
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“…Is that dying?”
At those words, Go-eun couldn't respond any further. She simply kept her mouth shut and bowed her head deeply.
Dokyeom, who had been watching for a while, quietly stood up from his seat.
And then, without saying a word, he took a step towards her and stopped on his tiptoes.
도겸(석민)
“…If I stay here any longer, I feel like Eun-ssi won’t be able to do anything…”
도겸(석민)
“I’ll go for now. See you next time.”
He said a final, quiet greeting, opened the door, and went out.
After the door closed quietly, Go-eun was left alone in the quiet space.
She slowly sat down, putting away the clothes she had in her hands.
The clothes he had put away for a moment, traces of them being neatly placed.
That quiet affection strangely made my heart ache.
But— Go Eun shook her head.
This is nothing more than a petty sympathy, a fleeting emotion.
Feelings that will soon fade. People who will soon be forgotten. I won't trust you anymore.