On the way to work, downtown Seoul was filled with cars and people without a single gap. Despite the endless procession, the ginkgo trees planted on the sidewalk were gradually regaining their color in the fall.
âDonât stick your face out the window.â
Ha Joyoon, looking at the street trees with half his head sticking out, flinched at the strict tone for a moment.
âDonât you know itâs dangerous?â
Ha Joyoon, without saying anything back, pressed the off button to close the window. Bzzâ The black tinted window went up from the bottom with a slow mechanical sound. The fresh scenery was soon trapped in a black shroud, leaving only faint outlines. It was difficult to find any fragments of emotion in the silent gaze. Shin Kwonjoo, still with a calm expression, turned the steering wheel gently in time as the signal changed.
âHow are you feeling?â
Yesterday and today, he still stared at the ring on his left ring finger and answered blandly. He also recalled it along with what Shin Kwonjoo said, which was simply that it was meaningless. Is it some sort of camouflage? Though he only stayed for a while, there was no trace of a woman anywhere in the thoroughly refined officetel of Shin Kwonjoo.
âIâm okay.â
âI think you need to improve your stamina a bit more. You passed out after just a few rounds of sex.â
âAh.â
Ha Joyoonâs head turned like the wind at the crude words. A faint smile lingered on the lips of the expressionless face and then disappeared. The person who actually said that was calm, but Ha Joyoonâs face turned pale, then red, and then pale again.
âI said it because it seemed like you were pretending nothing happened.â
Breaking the brief silence, the man resumed the conversation. It was quite surprising. It was Shin Kwonjoo who woke up in the morning and kept silent about last nightâs events with little eye contact until now. He acted so natural and indifferent that Ha Joyoon thought it might have been an impulsive mistake on his side, and so, pretended not to remember. Ha Joyoon, leaving behind many passing thoughts, opened his mouth with an embarrassed look.
âItâs not like that.â
âThere goes your favorite line.â
âItâs notâ¦â
The same words unintentionally came out of his words and he shut his mouth before he could say the whole thing all over again. His cheeks flushed again in embarrassment. Soon after passing the blocked section, the traffic split into a quiet road. Along with the sound of deeply stepping on the accelerator, the engine inside the car created a harsh throbbing sound. The still background passed quickly. Ha Joyoonâs gaze, staring at the scene, became dazed again. Lately, he seemed to have been losing his mind quite a lot.
Is there really something wrong with my head? A silly thought passed.
âIâm planning to move away by next summer at the latest.â
ââ¦â¦?â
He turned his eyes to the story that came out of nowhere and looked at him. All he could see were the manâs dark eyes. It was quite bizarre to know that there was uncontrolled brutality hidden within what seemed, at first glance, indifferent.
âWe seemed to fit well together.â
Although he didnât elaborate on what exactly they fit well together in, Ha Joyoon knew what it meant, and rubbed the nape of his hot neck. Fatigue was oozing from the tip of his fingertips.
Screechâ
As they entered the parking lot inside the office building, the vehicleâs speed gradually decreased.
âBefore I go back, why donât we have sex once in a while like yesterday?â
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âSunbae-nim, thatâsâ¦â
âIf you donât want to, then thereâs no need to force yourself.â
He added as he parked between the drawn lines. The unfinished sentence kept going around in his mouth.
Perhaps relationships were as light and futile as this. It may be burdensome for anyone, such as the desire to cling to the past and connect the broken ties.
Suddenly, an unacceptable bitterness flooded in. Crying was not a good thing. Since it would mean that the base of the heart was shaken and hurt. Ha Joyoon, ignoring the sting on his nose, tried to erase his expression by pretending to be calm.
âSince I was young, I have often heard that Iâm different.â
The man who had turned off the engine and was getting ready to leave turned his gaze. As it seemed like he would listen for a while, Ha Joyoon slowly brought up memories from a long ago.
âWhen I focused on something, I would get completely absorbed in it, and couldnât see anything else.â
When he was young, he only knew Kang Taejung, and after a little bit of growing up, he was fascinated by the photos of the press that gave him an outlook on the world. After attending photo exhibitions and looking through catalogs of many journalists while immersed in photography, he had a dream of recording the scenes of civil wars around the world. He wanted to make sure that no one was turned away from peopleâs eyes and attention.
âI ended up realizing that it was simply me being selfish. Whether at work or in relationshipsâ¦â
âSo what are you trying to say?â
Ha Joyoon smiled softly, thinking that the man held in his natural temperament for quite a while before letting it out again. One eyebrow of Shin Kwonjoo rose cynically as he looked at him. A sign of annoyance flashed across his face. Ironically, Ha Joyoon felt fortunate that he was still cold to him.
âIf you donât think my suggestionâ¦â
âYou donât like me, do you?â
ââ¦â¦â
The manâs movements as well as his voice came to a halt as if time had stopped. A chill swept over them. A cold silence replaced his answer.
âYou tend to be too emotional.â
âLetâs get out for now.â Shin Kwonjoo said as he opened the car door. Ha Joyoon looked up at him for a moment, quickly packed up, and followed him out of the car.
âMay I ask why you made such a suggestion?â
A more subdued voice asked the question carefully between the quiet footsteps. Haa. An annoyed sigh escaped between his lips as he walked ahead.
âIf I had to say, it would be sympathy or pity. Compatibility is good too.â
Sympathy and pity.
Whatever it was, it wasnât the right word for Shin Kwonjoo. In addition, it was ironic in itself to suggest being sex partners with such feelings. However, Ha Joyoon accepted his answer as it was.
He slowly looked into Shin Kwonjooâs face, receiving his cold stare. There was nothing he was missing with his stubborn and sharp eyes, flawless straight nose, moderate lips, fine chin, hair as black as the pupils, excellent specs and abilities, and social status.
⦠Therefore, like Kang Taejung, he would not be hurt by me, nor would he have any expectations. In any case, the person who had expectations regarding feelings and suffered from them was me, not him. There will be no more of me hurting or disappointing anyone anymore. Maybe, maybe.
âItâs just sex. What else is there to it?â
He answered with cold eyes as he stood in the middle of an empty underground parking lot.
Just sex, thatâs all.
Ha Joyoon paused for a moment, and soon lowered his eyes to the floor. The unique musty smell of the underground space and the cool chill touched his skin. There is no love Itâs just sex that comforts the body. He nodded slowly, rubbing his sinking heart with his palm.
âI seeâ¦â
âThink calmly. Sleeping with each other wonât change our professional relationship.â
He realized once again that he should not look for any meaning in the sharp eyes that were stubbornly looking at him. The bitter rules of reality. âSunbae-nimâ¦â A voice that was small enough to disappear in the wind called Shin Kwonjoo. The manâs breathing slowed down under the guise of being calm, without missing a momentâs whisper.
âAll relationships have an endâ¦â
ââ¦â¦â
âI didnât really know that.â
He was stupid. The distant gaze was full of hopelessness.
I lost Kang Taejung.
Moreover, I should try to understand a lighter, futile, and insignificant relationship. Since Iâve lost the most important person anyway, no matter who I meet, I wonât be able to meet someone who loves me that much again. Even if I fix my broken heart, no one will remain by my side if I continue to stay selfishly engrossed in photography and ideals like before. No one.
Ha Joyoon thought.
Then maybe I need to learn about a relationship that was a little firmer, a little simpler, and a little irresponsible. Thatâs how I should endure from now onwards. A relationship that was just about sex, without the weight of seriousness and responsibilities. Light love play. A relationship that did not force anyone to sacrifice and wait for the other. What more befitting relationship than that for me?
âLet me ask you one more question.â
He answered with a shrug. Ha Joyoon, with the consent of Shin Kwonjoo, brought out his inner thoughts in a low voice without any further hesitation.
âAre you married?â
What Shin Kwonjoo said before they slept together was not enough. He had to know about him a little more distinctly to get his act straight. He had already realized clearly from many experiences that just because he was hurt, that reason alone was not to be used as a justification to hurt another stranger.
Shin Kwonjooâs cheeks stiffened at the direct question. He seemed to be contemplating, but the hesitation was not long. A low-pitched voice answered the question.
âDivorced.â
Thatâs all he should know. No further details were required as the rest belonged to his extremely private domain.
âAll right. Then I donât think itâll be bad either.â
Ha Joyoon, without noticing the sadness that slowly encapsulated his heart, answered quietly with a pale face. Shin Kwonjooâs eyes looking at him also darkened, but Ha Joyoon was not alert enough to notice that.
The silence continued for a long time. Neither of them moved from their position until another vehicle entered the parking lot and honked the car horn. Only crude silence replaced the congratulatory words for the beginning of their sexual relationship.
***
ãHow about having dinner at home on the weekend?ã
Kang Taejung looked through his planner and his weekend return schedule after checking the message sent by his mother after a long time. Nothing was scheduled except for the meetup with Seo Youngwoo planned for Sunday.
Come to think of it, itâs been quite some time since he hasnât been able to visit his parentsâ home under the pretext of being busy. Even after becoming independent, he used to visit once or twice a monthâ¦
She was an exceptionally affectionate and kind-hearted mother. Kang Taejung began to type up a reply letter by letter, smiling awkwardly at his unintentional indifferent behavior.
***
âYouâve become so skinny. Do you even eat?â
His mother, putting down the mouth-watering soybean paste stew in the middle of the table, asked anxiously.
âDoes I look that bad?â
âDo you not even look in the mirror? My son looks terrible.â
Kang Taejung, going with the flow of his motherâs words, gently swept his cheek. He had definitely lost a lot of weight since then. It might have been a work-related problem, but the biggest reason was probably because of Ha Joyoonâs return to Korea. He lowered his eyes, suffering from the reminiscence of automatic memories.
âI guess I got distracted with work.â
He murmured as if nothing was wrong and put the deliciously coated fish on top of the rice, eating it all in one bite. The salty yet savory taste stimulated his appetite. The mother, seated in front of him, observed her son carefully with her chin resting on her palm. The eyes looking at him were full of concern and affection for her child.
âBut still, what is that face?â
âHaha, Iâll make sure to eat well.â
âYouâre so busy that you donât even bother to message until your mom does.â
She was busy pushing side dishes in front of her son with a sad pout. Kang Taejung dissuaded his mother with a light smile. At this rate, all the side dishes on the table would have to be eaten by him.
âWhereâs dad?â
âI got a call saying he was caught up again as soon as the work was over. He said he would come later tonight. Shall we go out and drink beer once he comes?â
âSounds good.â
âBy the way, did you meet Yoon?â
The chopsticks that were diligently picking up the side dishes stopped. âTaejung-ah?â His mother called out. Kang Taejung, startled, hurriedly lifted a glass of water and avoided her gaze. She didnât pay too much heed to her sonâs condition and continued from where she left off.
âYoonâs mom said that she wanted to talk to you, but she couldnât contact you at all. Why donât you stop by tomorrow while youâre here?â
â⦠Aunty did?â
âYou had a hard time when Yoon went missing, no? Iâm telling you now but I was really scared to see you like that. Imagine how much it mustâve distressed Hyesun to the point she told you not to come.â
Hyesun was Ha Joyoonâs mother. The relationship goes back a little further. When they were friends before they were lovers, their mothers were friends before that. The end of a tightly connected relationship was simply impossible to gauge. In the days when love was everything, he was happy about anything that was connected with Ha Joyoon, but he felt more burdened than ever.