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“If you tell him, go ahead. Do what you want.”
“You little...”
But for some reason, it felt like his usual tactics weren’t working.
“I don’t even know if I’ll be able to meet him. It’s been over a week since I last saw Hyung.”
“...”
“These days, he’s swamped with the upcoming opening of the Samcheok resort.”
Han was banking on Guk’s overwhelmingly busy schedule—something Hyun-soo was well aware of. But who else could she turn to besides Guk?
“I’ll call him.”
“Huh?”
“I’m calling Guk.”
Before Han could react, Hyun-soo picked up her phone and dialed. To his surprise, she immediately followed through with her words, leaving Han watching her in disbelief.
-Tuuut... tuuut...
The call rang endlessly, but there was no answer. Just as Han expected, Guk didn’t pick up. Satisfied with himself, he smirked knowingly.
“Why don’t you just move in? Otherwise, I’ll really act out.”
“Yoon Han, are you seriously going to misbehave?”
Hyun-soo was beyond frustrated, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.
“Noona. No, Teacher. That’s why I’m asking you to keep an eye on me.”
“Why are you acting like this? You know I already have enough trouble...”
-What is it?
Eh? At the sound of Guk’s voice on the other end, Hyun-soo froze mid-sentence. She hadn’t expected him to actually pick up so easily. For a moment, her brain seemed to short-circuit. Sensing the situation, Han snatched the phone from her.
“Why are you doing this? Give it back!”
“Ow, your hands sting! Hold still! Anyway, Hyun-soo Noona says commuting is tough and wants to move in.”
There was silence on Guk’s end.
“What? When did I say that?”
“Hyung, personally, I fully support it.”
Still, Guk remained silent.
“Hyung?”
Han pulled the phone away from his ear to check the screen, tilting his head in confusion.
“He hasn’t hung up, but why isn’t he responding? Hello?”
“Give it here!”
“Just wait a second!”
“It’s my phone, you know?”
“Who cares? Don’t be petty!”
“Penny-pinching? Me? Fine, I’m leaving!”
Fuming, Hyun-soo stormed toward the door. Only then did Han turn around and poke fun at her.
“What’s wrong? Are you sulking?”
“...”
“Why are you sulking? Hm?”
The two bickered as they reached the door, completely forgetting about the ongoing call with Guk. Without looking back, Hyun-soo flung the door open.
“Noona, don’t be mad.”
“Let go already...!”
As Hyun-soo tried to leave and Han attempted to stop her, they ended up tangled together. Naturally, Han ended up wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Creeeak. The door swung wider, revealing none other than Guk standing right outside. He still had the phone pressed to his ear.
With an impassive face and dry eyes, Guk observed the entangled pair before slowly lowering his phone.
“So.”
“Ah, no, this isn’t... Han suddenly...”
“Living together, huh?”
Caught off guard by the timing of his words, Hyun-soo blinked rapidly.
---
Guk and Hyun-soo sat on the sofa in the second-floor living room. Yoon Han, who had insisted on joining the conversation, was ultimately excluded when Guk firmly stated he’d speak to them one at a time. Given how Hyun-soo and Han only argued whenever they were together, it was probably for the best.
“Tell me. What’s going on?”
Guk tossed his jacket onto the adjacent seat and loosened his tie. Watching his fluid movements, Hyun-soo hesitated before speaking.
“Well... Han keeps saying ridiculous things.”
“Like what?”
“That he’ll misbehave if left alone.”
“Misbehave?”
Their eyes met briefly. A short silence passed. Both understood what those words implied. Sometimes, certain truths didn’t need to be spoken aloud—they simply resonated naturally.
“The fact that he can say such things so casually, without it being a threat, feels problematic, doesn’t it?”
“It does.”
“Is that all?”
Hyun-soo had always known Guk wasn’t someone who wore his emotions on his sleeve, but his calm demeanor even in family matters surprised her. Feeling powerless, she sighed deeply.
“Come to think of it, it makes sense.”
“What do you mean, suddenly?”
Hyun-soo’s gaze flickered to Guk’s hands and wrists. His long fingers were deftly unfastening his cufflinks with precise, elegant movements.
“As Han said, the most emotionally unstable times are late at night or early morning.”
“So?”
“Move in here.”
Startled, Hyun-soo’s head snapped up. Their eyes locked.
“Are you serious?”
“Why? Did you think I’d gone crazy while you weren’t looking?”
Guk closed his eyes, then opened them with a faint smirk.
“That’s not what I meant. Even though I’ve been thrust into this strange situation, moving in feels too abrupt... And even if I did, what would we do? Would I share a room with Han? Leaving him alone at night or dawn wouldn’t change anything, would it?”
“It would.”
“How so?”
“Disappearing from sight entirely versus being under the same roof—do those feel the same to you?”
Hyun-soo’s gaze wavered. For some reason, his words stirred something within her, even though they weren’t directly about her.
“There’s a psychological difference. Han likely meant that when he suggested it.”
“...”
“If you’re properly present, there’ll be less for Han to worry about. That means less stress for me too.”
“...”
“I’m not forcing you to come. Just think about it seriously. Don’t dismiss the idea outright.”
Hyun-soo absently picked at her nails, lowering her gaze. His words left her feeling cornered, subtly nudging her toward a decision she wasn’t sure was truly hers.
A brief silence fell. Then, Guk stood, grabbing his jacket. As usual, he prepared to leave without a word. But for some reason, today Hyun-soo stopped him.
“Wait, Yoon Guk.”
He turned around, his calm, composed eyes meeting hers. Yet, now that she’d stopped him, she didn’t know what to say. Finally:
“About today’s report...”
Her words trailed off, realizing she was only talking about reporting on Han again. Guk exhaled deeply, slipping his hands into his pockets. Hyun-soo felt a pang of regret.
“That’s enough. Go home.”
“But...”
She called out once more, but Guk didn’t look back. All she could do was watch as his door opened and closed silently.
---
“Are you seriously wasting time worrying about this?”
“...”
“Forget everything and just move in.”
The next morning, Hyunseo snapped irritably as she applied lipstick. Predictably, Hyun-soo sighed. Their eyes met in the mirror.
“Just do as you’re told, alright?”
“But moving into a stranger’s house...”
“You’re unbelievable.”
Hyunseo slammed her lipstick onto the vanity and spun around. Her thick, wavy hair framed her sharp yet delicate features. Even half-dressed in just her underwear, she radiated beauty that caught Hyun-soo’s gaze momentarily.
“I told you. The day I got pissed about being handed the main project was just that—one day. Do you have any idea how much those bitches like Eom Min-a despise me? They’re deliberately isolating me, and it’s driving me insane.”
Despite landing the main role, Hyunseo was clearly stressed. According to her, it was because she was an outsider with humble origins, looked down upon by others.
“Do you think I don’t know how crucial connections are in this world? Stop scratching at my nerves like I’m some ignorant fool.”
“...”
“That’s why I’m telling you, Kim Hyun-soo.”
Unzipping the dress she’d laid out earlier, Hyunseo turned to face her. Her soft gaze contrasted sharply with the intensity in her eyes.
“Move in. Once you’re there, don’t sit around like a fool—find a way to rebuild rapport with them.”
This time, it was Hyun-soo’s turn to frown.
“Sister, don’t tell me you’re expecting more?”
“Of course. Did you think I’d settle for scraps?”
“Scraps? What you received is far from trivial!”
Hyun-soo was incredulous. The future Hyunseo had secured through Guk’s offer was anything but small—it was glittering and grand, something anyone would covet. Yet she remained unsatisfied.
Hyun-soo never expected gratitude, but she hadn’t anticipated Hyunseo dismissing such opportunities as insignificant either. Where did her greed end?
Watching Hyun-soo’s stunned expression, Hyunseo chuckled softly as she slipped into her dress. The flowing fabric settled perfectly against her figure.
“Kim Hyun-soo. Even if I take a bite, it’s nothing compared to what those people own. A small fry like me nibbling won’t kill them.”
“Tsk.”
“Zip me up.”
“Forget it. I’m not moving in.”
“What?”
“I’m rejecting the offer. Things are awkward and strange enough as they are.”
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