When she was confidently going down the stairs, footsteps from downstairs echoed at a similar speed to hers. Just by the sound of footsteps, Soeun felt like she could tell whose it was. Her nose tingled, and she stopped walking.

Taejun spotted Soeun as he climbed the stairs and smiled brightly.

The air of parting permeated.

The fact that he had to leave such a beautiful person now truly hit him.

When they bid farewell to the house they had been together for three years, it was so simple. But now, facing him whom she hadn’t seen for less than three months, it felt like tears would burst out.

“I’ll be waiting at home. I would have gone upstairs.”

Taejun climbed the stairs to where Soeun’s toes reached and took the bag she was holding.

“Be careful coming down. Slowly.”

At each step of his feet, she once thought there was a faint classical melody flowing.

Even at the moment when this man, who had been so cruel to her, was the most hateful, there was a majestic music enveloping him.
Still, there’s a gentle melody in his steps. So, standing next to him, it felt like she could waltz with him anytime.

A man who walked in step with me, and sometimes lifted me.

Meeting him seemed to play pleasant harmonies to my pitiful sound. It was a time when he could love me because he liked me.

Coming down to the first floor, Taejun, who had loaded the bags into the car, opened the passenger seat door. Soeun suddenly felt that there were many things she hadn’t done for him.

I also wanted to open the door.

But now it’s useless to regret. Like music that won’t come back once time passes.

Still, she was a person who had to live in the present with determination.

“I’ll start driving.”

Taejun, sitting in the driver’s seat, said. Soeun answered calmly, “Sure.”

Now it’s time for our last music to begin.

The two of them went shopping at the mart next to Taejun’s apartment. Today, they decided to cook at home.

The menu was Milpuyunabe. Depending on their cooking experience, Soeun took on the main role, and Taejun took on the role of kitchen assistant. However, since both were trying this dish for the first time, it was quite amusing.

“Hey, what if you pile up so much meat like that? The point is to layer meat and vegetables.”

“Whatever tastes good. So should I leave some of the meat I bought?”

“The beef won’t cook well.”

“Yes. I hope you enjoy the sirloin, Director.”

“It’s better to leave it all prepared if you’re going to eat it.”

While bickering, the cooking progressed steadily. Unconsciously, the bottom of the large hot pot was beautifully surrounded by layers of Milpuyu. Red, white, and blue meats and vegetables were layered on top of each other, creating a beautiful flower shape.

Taejun, who had been looking proudly for a while, asked, “Aren’t you taking pictures?”

“Why? What for?”

“People usually take pictures when they make this kind of thing.”

Encouraged by Taejun’s teasing, Soeun applied strength to her lips and took out her phone. Click, click. Trying different angles, Soeun changed her position and pressed the shutter a few times.

Meanwhile, a click, the sound also came from in front of her.

“Why, Director? I took it.”

“Han Soeun takes pictures of cooking. I take pictures of Han Soeun taking pictures.”

A variety of lights gathered in his eyes, focused on his face.

“Enough, let’s cook and eat quickly now.”

Soeun deliberately turned away from his lovely appearance and moved the pot to the induction.

As per the recipe, Soeun and Taejun poured broth into the pot and cooked the food. It took quite a while because the contents were full. When the time was just right, Taejun moved the pot to the dining table and opened the lid. Both burst into laughter simultaneously.

Despite crafting the shape with such care.

While the neat and beautiful shape remained the same, the color of the meat changed, and the meat oil floated on top, so the initial impression faded.

“As long as it tastes good.”
Taejun scooped out the food and handed it to Soeun. Soeun also took Taejun’s front plate. The two, with a spoonful of food in their mouths, burst into laughter once again. Taejun immediately brought salt and generously put it in the pot.

Encouraging each other not to leave any food, they reluctantly emptied the pot.

After clearing the table, Soeun handed a prepared gift to Taejun. Taejun had prepared it by singing a song asking for a gift.

Yesterday, amid her busy schedule, Soeun visited a department store. Taejun didn’t demand an immediate gift, and it wasn’t something to be bothered by for just a day, but Soeun also wanted to give him a gift. She wandered around the department store for a long time, contemplating. It couldn’t be too pretty or too good, as it shouldn’t leave a lasting impression on him, and it couldn’t be too thoughtless.

A neat gift that suits a farewell, but a gift that he wouldn’t notice the farewell.

Soeun chose a fountain pen. It was expected that a mid-range fountain pen would have little significance for Taejun, who already had countless high-end ones.

“Oh. It’s cool. Should I write more beautifully with this?”

But Taejun, with the same sparkling eyes that he had when taking her photo, examined the gift carefully for a long time.

That shouldn’t happen. I shouldn’t like it too much.

Looking at him liking it like a child, Soeun felt both anxious and happy. I shouldn’t be happy. The emotion of happiness seemed sinful, and her heart kept tightening.

Taejun didn’t stop at just liking it; he wrote on the wrapping paper.

Han Soeun Fool

Although it was just teasing, each letter seemed to be filled with the emotion of love.

I didn’t choose this.

I tried to endure it, but I couldn’t bear to look at it anymore.

Soeun grabbed Taejun’s shirt around his waist, concentrating on writing, and shook him.

“Now, can’t you go to your room?”