David's Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 68

After their brief kiss ended, Min Je and Ha Yeon passed the large ginkgo tree and walked straight down the path. At the end of the trail, the art museum came into view.

Min Je, with practiced ease, deactivated the security system and opened the door. Following him inside, Ha Yeon saw that not a single light was on in the interior.

Since the museum was always softly lit to highlight the artworks, the darkness within felt unfamiliar to Ha Yeon.

Click. As Min Je flipped the light switch, illumination filled the building. Though the museum had always been a quiet place, the emptiness—now shared by only the two of them—made the silence feel even deeper.

“It feels strangely surreal, somehow.”

Ha Yeon spoke in a lowered voice; the overwhelming quietness had involuntarily softened her tone.

“I think I came here almost every day during this hour for an entire year after the museum first opened. I’d just stand here alone, endlessly, in this empty space.”

In the calmly recounted past, Ha Yeon glimpsed a side of Kang Min Jae she had never known—a man for whom the museum was his life itself. What had he been thinking as he looked upon this museum he had built through such hardship?

Min Je stood in the center of the main corridor, as though reenacting that moment from long ago.

“What were you thinking about, standing like that?”

Ha Yeon slowly approached and stood beside him, asking softly. Standing in the same place as him, the museum’s layout now struck her anew—perhaps because this spot offered a clear view not of the artworks themselves, but of connecting corridors and staircases winding through the building.

“Hmm? What was I thinking about, again?”

He probably hadn’t been entertaining any particularly pleasant thoughts. He loved the museum, yet he could never bring himself to love the profound emptiness and loneliness the space inflicted upon him.

In a way, it might have been a kind of battle—against the lifelong solitude that had tormented him, and the feeling of being nothing more than an empty shell.

Min Je reached for Ha Yeon’s hand beside him. Warmth, originating from her, seemed to flow through his veins. Strangely enough, only now did he finally feel human—before, with his cold blood, he’d never felt like a real person at all.

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