Eunchae’s solo performance ended successfully.

And she felt her heart swelling to the point where today might be the best day of her life.

She received applause like fireworks and came down from the stage, hearing praises from teammates that she might be cast as a member in the German orchestra. The compliments from colleagues were so rewarding that tears welled up, compensating for the time spent.

Moreover, there was a journalist in the best-visible and audible seat.

The scene on the stage and in the audience, she secretly hoped for. Perhaps because of that, her extreme caution was slightly diminished. There were vacant seats, and it seemed like the journalists came in because of Han Seung-yoon.

Changing back into a black suit, Eunchae came out and headed toward Kijoo, who was waiting from a distance to talk to people. He had parked the car right between the spaces where they could talk.

Putting his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, leaning against the car, he looked up when Eunchae approached. Looking into his black eyes, Eunchae smoothly opened her lips.

“Were you here earlier?”

“I was here?”

Kijoo tilted his head as he repeated Eunchae’s words.

“I thought our eyes met for quite a while.”

“Did I do well?”

“Then, I must not have.”

Feeling Eunchae was being a bit sharp, Kijoo spoke before she could.

“I only saw you, and you looked like an angel, so I thought you might fly away to heaven.”

“…?”

“Even in the eyes of others, it might have seemed that way, but apart from that, everything was perfect, except that it was a bit annoying.”

Eunchae felt her neck warming. Was he always this straightforward? Without any change in expression, he threw out comments that would give anyone goosebumps. Very seriously.

“…Don’t tell me to feel better.”

At Eunchae’s embarrassed words, Kijoo withdrew one hand from his pocket, gently touched her cheek, and said.

“Do you not know that you’re pretty? Sometimes, you have to point that out, right?”

“…Did you ask if I played well?”

“Even if I didn’t know anything, it was heavenly music.”

It was a firm tone, warning her not to doubt.

Eunchae couldn’t help but laugh, keeping her lifted corners of the mouth. The sense of accomplishment and happiness that spread in that moment were beyond words. So, momentarily forgetting the place, she reached out to his waist, then coughed and pulled back.

She, who almost hugged his chest, stroked her reddened cheek, looking around.

“By the way, Han Seung-yoon didn’t come, did he? You didn’t block him, right?”

“He couldn’t come.”

Eunchae looked up at Kijoo, who corrected her words.

“Why?”

He raised his arm slightly, revealing the wristwatch at the end of the shirt sleeve.

“He was arrested five hours ago on charges of hacking the National Tax Service’s server. He will be released soon after the confiscation and search of his PC and phone. Han Seung-yoon’s PC was also hacked.”
It’s not a definite statement, but there was certainty.

Eunchae didn’t need to think about how he could guess it. From the beginning, he spoke without thinking about hiding anything.

“Did Kijoo do this?”

“To work with the country, one must have this level of ability.”

He had said that he would soon show something trustworthy or show nothing trustworthy. Eunchae opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Could it be that he threw Han Seung-yoon, who was going to sit at the concert, and planned for me to sit there? That was beyond common sense for her.

“Just a moment. Is that even allowed?”

Even if that’s the case, it wasn’t a normal method. Eunchae’s face turned pale at the thought that there might have been a big accident. Seeing her concern, Kijoo eased it with an indifferent look.

“Hacking only the National Tax Service is possible with just the engineering college. We’ll take this opportunity to build a sturdy defense wall. So, it’s not a bad experience. Anyway, it won’t happen again except for this time.”

While it might be understandable for a base station, was there a reason to hack the National Tax Service? Kijoo smirked.

“I’ve never said I’m doing a good thing, and I’m not a good person myself.”

“…”

“Have you forgotten who I move for?”

It was impossible to forget.

Eunchae corrected her trembling pupils.

He said he worked for the country, but he said he did nothing but protect her. So, he moved for her.

“The graduation concert, seating a favorite person. But who would you seat in that place?”

All of Kijoo’s actions and reactions revolved around her. Eunchae didn’t feel bad about such selfishness and mischievousness.

She should scold him, tell him not to do it again. But strangely, it was good.

Am I a bad person for feeling this way? It couldn’t be precisely pinpointed, and it was ambiguous to explain. Only the clear emotions were felt.

“To be honest, I thought it would be nice if Kijoo was there.”

It wasn’t confusing.

No matter what method she chose, it was good that he was there.

“Thank you for listening to my violin sound.”