Jul hadn’t meant to sit beside another man. Not deliberately. Not spitefully. It was simply the seat offered. One chair away from the only exit, away from the gaze that had tracked her across the rooftop like heat without flame.

Jul hadn’t heard from Han in three days. She told herself she didn’t care — until her best friend mentioned seeing him with someone else. So she showed up. No anger. Just presence. Now they sit across from each other — same room, different silences. “Mu-seo-wo,” he says. “I’m scared.” She flinches. Because she is too. He speaks in Korean. She asks what it means. This isn’t a fight. But it’s not quite peace either. Just the truth… finally starting to surface.