Kang Hyun stood there, feeling his throbbing heart acutely.

Jian, who had been dozing off after playing some accompaniment, opened her eyes wide when Ha Jun picked her up and closed the passenger door.

“Ah, I’m okay. I can go by myself.”
“I’ll take you.”
“It’s okay. Drive safely.”
“Alright, get a good sleep tonight.”
As Ha Jun, ruffling Jian’s hair, left the complex and passed through the main gate, Kang Hyun, who had confirmed Jian’s departure, leaned against his car and looked at his feet.

The intercom buzzed, and the front door opened again.

Kang Hyun, who was about to get in the driver’s seat to go home, followed Jian who was briskly exiting the complex.

Jian went into the supermarket across the street, and Kang Hyun kept a distance and watched her.

It was clear at this point that he was stalking her.

Whether she came for a quick errand or not, Jian who came out shaking a black bag, stepped down from the sidewalk to cross the road again.

“Seo Yoon!”
The headlights that lit the uphill road, which was only illuminated by a few street lamps and the supermarket sign, rushed towards Jian.

This time, Kang Hyun, who spotted the car first, ran straight towards Jian.

The car, which missed its target and squeaked, hastily turned around and left the alley.

“Manager!”
The bag scraped on the ground burst, and the spilled yogurts rolled on the road.

“Manager, are you alright?”
Jian, who was cradled in his broad arms, was unharmed, but blood was dripping from the sleeve of Kang Hyun’s torn shirt.

“Let’s go to the hospital. Hospital.”
The droplets falling through his fingers were unmistakably Kang Hyun’s blood.

But he examined Jian with a pale, bleached face.

“Seo Yoon, hospital.”
“I’m really okay, so please stop shaking.”
Only then did Kang Hyun look down at his trembling hands.

“You should go to the hospital, Manager.”
“……I’m okay, I’m okay.”
Kang Hyun, who barely managed to regain his composure, reached for his mobile phone first.

—Yes, Manager.
“Just now, put out an APB on a car that left the entrance of Donga Apartment.”
Kang Hyun gave the license plate number of the car he didn’t miss even in this situation to Seok Won.

—Are you hurt? What about Seo Yoon?
“She’s okay, luckily she wasn’t hit.”
—Who on earth are those crazy X guys!
“Find out quickly.”
—I understand. You should go to the hospital just in case.
Still kneeling, Kang Hyun, who pushed back his bangs, grimaced at the coming pain and stood up.

“Let’s go to my place first.”
“What.”
“You said you don’t like the hospital. Mom and Dad are sleeping at the hospital tonight.”
Choi Do Young who suddenly appeared, and the accident that happened just now.

Jian was scared too, but she calmly dusted herself off, got up, and picked up the yogurt.

“Let’s check the wound at home, and if it’s deep, we’ll go to the hospital.”
“Alright, can I stay for a while, just in case.”

Jian nodded her head, and a cautious hand came up to embrace her shoulder.

It was strange. She had thought she had been captivated by Seo Yoon, but now it seemed Kang Hyun had treated her like Seo Yoon.

“Seo Yoon!”
He kept calling her Seo Yoon earlier.

It was not like this at first. Just as a twin of Seo Yoon, he was cold as if he was treating others.

When did his attitude change so drastically?

“Come in.”
The arm of Kang Hyun, which had been wrapped around her until she got off the elevator, fell down.

“I’ll find a first aid kit, so take off your clothes.”
“What should I take off?”
“Your shirt. I need to see the wound.”
“Ah, right.”
Kang Hyun, who had looked around the interior of the normallooking house, took off his jacket and shirt.

The first thing that fell away as she was pushed back was the mercilessly scratched left arm, which felt hot as if it had been touched by fire.

But it was just a minor abrasion, there seemed to be no need to go to the hospital.

Jian, who had brought a rattling firstaid kit, frowned at the sight of the painful wound.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It hurts.”
“Yes, it must hurt. Thank you for saving me again this time.”
Jian, who had rolled up one more layer of the sleeve part of the white shortsleeved T, took out a pair of tweezers and an alcohol swab and touched the wound area lightly.

“Why did you come today? It wouldn’t be on your way.”
Kang Hyun swallowed his saliva and thought, but couldn’t come up with an appropriate answer.

He wanted to say he was a stalker.

Obsessive to the point of being pathological, Seo Yoon could do nothing without Kang Hyun’s permission.

During their cohabitation at home, not a single person in the house, including Chairman Tae, could even stroke Seo Yoon’s hair.

A child that only Tae Kang Hyun could touch.

The reason why Chairman Tae couldn’t let go of Seo Yoon earlier was because Kang Hyun, who was as emotionless as learning to express emotions through writing and drawing, reacted only to Seo Yoon.

It was impossible to shake off the enormous attachment that had been linked to Seo Yoon both in life and in death in an instant.

Suppressing as much as possible, that was the act of a stalker.