Yu jin's POV
I don't know why I even checked my phone. Maybe because I was tired of staring at the stairs and pretending I wasn't hearing the silence above.
The screen was still glowing from that one message
Don't leave yet.
Park Min's name.
My brain read it twice before it decided to believe it. Don't leave yet? What did that even mean? Was I supposed to wait here while he argued with his ex about abortions and promises?
I dropped the phone back on the couch. "Yeah, sure," I said to nobody. "I'll just sit here and babysit your trauma."
I waited another minute, maybe two. Then I stood. My body was on autopilot jacket, shoes, bag. I was halfway to the door when I heard footsteps. Two pairs. Slow and heavy.
I turned around, because of course I did.
And there they were.
Park Min and Hana. Coming down the stairs. His hand on her waist, her face close to his neck, both of their lips on each others. Then he stopped halfway down, leaned forward, and kissed her neck.
