Just Twilight

She spoke sharply and got up from her seat, heading toward the bathroom. Sangchun watched her retreating figure in silence for a moment before letting out a chuckle. At his glance, Samdu, who had been sneaking glances in their direction, hesitantly approached. Clicking his tongue, Sangchun leaned back in his chair.

“I knew she wasn’t ordinary.”

“No, she’s definitely not.”

Samdu sighed deeply, a sound that conveyed more than a hundred words could. Seeing his expression, Sangchun smirked again.

“Well, what matters is that he has something to hold onto. What about Na Seungwoon’s whereabouts?”

“He boarded a flight to Melbourne twenty minutes ago,” Jung-ho reported quietly as he stepped forward. Sangchun’s gaze deepened as he nodded.

“What’s Beomjin’s stance?”

This time, Samdu answered.

“For now, it seems he’s letting it go. As long as Seungwoon doesn’t return to the country.”

“Well, if that was his decision, he must’ve had his reasons for letting him go.”

His hand was a mess, but if Beomjin had truly wanted to stop Seungwoon, he would have finished things right then and there. Sangchun sighed and stood up.

“Just make sure he focuses on recovering. Let him rest without overthinking. Otherwise, we’ll be hearing a lot of nagging.”

He gestured toward the bathroom with his chin, making Samdu bow his head, caught between laughter and tears. He already knew exactly where Junyoung’s barrage of questions would be aimed once Sangchun left. And he had serious doubts about whether he could endure it.

***

Beomjin had been advised to stay hospitalized for two weeks, but within a week, he was already walking around as if nothing had happened. However, he didn’t dare bring up the idea of discharge—because the look Junyoung had given him was one of sheer disappointment, as if he were the most foolish person in the world.

She had practically been living in his hospital room.

From the very first day, Samdu had braced himself, expecting to be interrogated to the point of having his soul sucked dry, but instead, the eerie calm before the storm was making him wither away.

Beomjin, who had been half-asleep, stirred and turned over in bed. Something had roused him. It was still before dawn, but the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a faint light on the other side of the room.

A low, raspy voice slipped out between his lips.