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“Shouldn’t you try going to the airport now?”

At Director Song’s suggestion, Do Jun rummaged through the chat conversations he had shared with Hae Joo.

Soon after, he shook his head and brushed his hair back.

“I don’t know which airport Hae Joo went to.”

When he was in Hong Kong, his only communication with Hae Joo was late-night calls from the hotel. Mostly, it was difficult to have long conversations since Hae Joo would often be asleep.

During this time, he had to go to the United States, and after attending to his business there, he hurried back.

“I’ll contact GN Entertainment and ask.”

“Let it be. Hae Joo will call when she arrives…….”

Just then, a car stopped outside the house, and the sound of the door opening could be heard.

The noise felt heavier than that of a typical sedan.

As Do Jun’s eyes narrowed, a clear voice rang out.

“Do Jun!”

Incredibly, it was Hae Joo.

Outside, Hyun Sung and another manager, who had taken over the driving, were waiting.

“Weren’t you supposed to be at the airport?”

“I left my phone in the living room. But when did you arrive?”

“Just now.”

“How can someone who was going to the U.S. be here…….”

“That’s just how it turned out.”

There was nothing more to say.

Do Jun quickly walked over and embraced Hae Joo in an instant.

He could smell the familiar fragrance from her delicate nape.

The scent of powder tickled his nose, bringing back memories of the night before he left Korea.

“You have to leave right now, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“Do Jun, you look too tired.”

“I rested on the plane.”

“Just look at yourself in the mirror. You’re going to collapse at this rate.”

It was true that Do Jun had been overworking throughout his business trip.

He had to send Hae Joo off, especially since her flight was imminent.

“……Alright.”

Hae Joo went into the living room to get her phone.

Outside, Hyun Sung urged her to hurry up.

As she was about to leave, Do Jun called out to her.

“Hae Joo!”

His throat visibly trembled as if he was about to say something significant.

Lost in his deep gaze, Hae Joo released the door handle she was holding.

“This is a relationship.”

“What?”

“You and I, we’re dating.”

“Do Jun…….”

It was as if time and space were wrapped around them, altering the very air.

Nothing else seemed visible, and they forgot to even breathe.

Whether what Hae Joo was feeling was the emotion called love.

The month apart from Do Jun was like a blank page, with only their intermittent chats marking the uniqueness of their relationship.

[The air in Hong Kong is stuffy.] [It rained here too.] [Is our 1-year divorce still valid?] [The future is unknown.] [There’s something more urgent than divorce.] [What is it?] [I want to hold you.]

Their conversations often skirted a delicate line.

Do Jun constantly knocked on Hae Joo’s heart, and she was endlessly swayed.

Each day felt like being drunk, to the point where she couldn’t concentrate on work. So Hae Joo deliberately put up a wall against Do Jun.

[I can’t chat today. I’m sleepy and tired.]

She passed several days like this, but in their last call, she left some lingering feelings.

[I wish the auxiliary generator would break.]

Do Jun’s response was, ‘As if it would.’

Yet, he was the one who once again mentioned dating.

To Hae Joo, the term was like a code, yet Do Jun clearly defined their relationship.

“Think of me in everything you do. Remember the words I said to you, and in the end…….”

Unknowingly, Hae Joo swallowed dryly.

Outside, Hyun Sung, unable to wait any longer, knocked on the front door.

But she focused solely on Do Jun.

“You will come to accept me.”

“……I don’t know how to be in a relationship.”

“Who’s asking you to be in one? Just accept it.”

Do Jun opened the front door for her.

The sun poured in, reflecting brightly off Hae Joo’s face.

She walked out hesitantly, her expression unmanageable, and only then did Hyun Sung climb into the van and head to the airport.

“We’re not late for Gimpo Airport. But sister!”

“Yes, what?”

“Why do you look like that?”

“Why what?”

“You look like you’re out of it.”

“That’s not it.”

In the middle of their conversation, a chat message came in on Hae Joo’s phone.

As she tapped the screen, Do Jun’s usual tone seemed to resonate in the message.

[Be careful of
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Do Jun found the directness of the nagging message he received, uncharacteristic for an actor like himself, and sent a reply.

[I don’t have any men to be careful of.] [I should be one of the men you need to be careful of, shouldn’t I?] [Why?] [Because if I’m careful, I’ll want to do it more.] [Do what more?] [Something only married couples do.]

Hae Joo’s face turned red as she held her phone.

Hyun Sung, unaware of the context, asked urgently.

“Sister, what’s wrong?”

“Just… nothing.”

Hae Joo felt as if her senses were malfunctioning.

Flustered, she typed a message on her phone but ended up making numerous typos.