Chapter 15.2
Even If It's Not Love
âWhy⦠Why are you acting like itâs nothing?â
Yoo-hwaâs voice trembled.
âWhy are you acting like itâs nothing even when you read that?â
Knowing that she didnât give Woo-hyun time to answer, Yoo-hwa asked once more with wavering eyes. There was no way it was nothing.
The daughter of a man who killed a person. The one who killed him.
It canât be more brutal than that.
People were sensitive to death, and instinctively avoided someone who was close to death. Woo-hyun, however, did not care at all, but rather felt as if there was some kind of calculation.
âDo you not understand what that means? Didnât you read it?â
Yoo-hwa raised her voice unconsciously.
âI read it. It said youâre the daughter of a murderer, and that you killed that murderer.â
ââ¦â
âNow I know why the old lady despised you but was scared of you. Itâs roughly accurate.â
In fact, Woo-hyun knew everything before coming here. Even the newspaper article that said Yoo-hwa had killed the murderer Kim Beom-sik, and that Yoo-hwa denied it.
There was nothing to be shocked about when seeing that again. It was impossible to be shocked when hearing something that didnât surprise him in the first place a second time.
Even if Yoo-hwa did kill someone, it was the same. Who would someone who did more than that be afraid of?
âSo why are you so calm? How can you be calm!â
She couldnât say whether it was repulsive or not. Instead, for the first time, Yoo-hwa raised her voice. Amid the contempt, self-scorn, and despise, the feelings of resignation were shaken. She thought it would be better if he despised her and was scared. Otherwise, her hungry self would once again try to pick up hope.
âYou said you didnât do it.â
Like a water droplet falling on the calm water surface, his voice spread among the stillness.
âYou said you didnât, so you must not have done it.â
Woo-hyunâs voice was pitchless, and his eyes didnât falter. As if he was asking what more proof would he need.
â⦠Are you not scared of me?â
Yoo-hwa asked quietly, swallowing dry.
Someone was giving her the reaction she had hoped she would get just once, and she was more suspicious than happy.
If he was going to be scared, if he was going to run away, she wanted him to do it now. She didnât want him to pretend to be nice and eventually turn his back on her while saying, âIâm sorry.â
âIâm not scared. Why should I be scared? Everybody has their own circumstances. Thatâs what happened to you, and Iâ¦â
ââ¦â
âI didnât tell you about my circumstances.â
ââ¦â
âItâs the only difference between you and me.â
â⦠What kind of circumstances? What circumstances do you have that you are so unaffected even after hearing that I killed a person?â
Yoo-hwaâs question stopped Woo-hyun from talking for the first time. He took a deep breath. His clearly troubled gaze finally met with Yoo-hwaâs.
âI was a gangster.â
In fact, he still is.
âWhat I mean is, Iâve done all the dirty things in the world. For money.â
If it was money, he did whatever he had to. That way, some of that became his, and he could pay his debts with it.
He lived while realizing every moment that there was a person under the money, and that a person could kill another with a smile.
âIf itâs necessary, should I tell you about it in more detail?â
Woo-hyun smiled faintly, trying to hide the sharp memory that had suddenly come to his mind.
â⦠No.â
âWhy? Are you scared?â
This time, Woo-hyun returned the question to Yoo-hwa. His eyes turned cold for a moment. Staring at him, Yoo-hwaâs expression was visibly stiff. She was discouraged, and her eyes were infinitely cautious. It felt like she would run somewhere and hide if she had the chance.
At best, he was winning Yoo-hwaâs heart in a difficult way, but everything fell through. Even so, Woo-hyun smiled deeply. It was so ridiculous that he couldnât stand it without smiling.
He couldnât believe she was scared now that things were reversing. Although a personâs position can change in an instant, it changed too quickly.
Unlike his smiling mouth, Woo-hyunâs eyes hardened coldly.
âNo. If you tell me, you have to recall that memory again.â
However, he could no longer smile at the words that followed.
âYou didnât start it because you wanted to. I donât think Iâll be comfortable hearing it. Iâm not saying itâs unpleasant, but⦠I think itâll hurt a little bit.â
After taking a breath, Yoo-hwa began to pour out carefully picked words.
ââ¦â
âIt wonât be easy for you either.â
ââ¦â
âThere must have been a circumstance, like you said.â
The corners of Woo-hyunâs mouth lowered slowly.
âIâm sorry. If you remembered something bad because of me.â
Her pale, good-natured face was filled with remorse. Yoo-hwa, who had repeatedly opened and closed her mouth as if she didnât know what to do, quietly stared at Woo-hyunâs face.
She didnât have anything more to say, nor did she hope for an answer.
Woo-hyun felt Yoo-hwaâs gaze tracing over his face. Her searching gaze, as if she were looking for a wound, finally settled in his eyes.
The silent Yoo-hwa had an expression of realization.
That everywhere her gaze touched was a wound.