After a while.
The room was quiet.
A light breathing sound and the sound of water.
The bathroom door opened slowly. As the steam slowly leaked into the room under the door, it seemed to add a special effect to the figure that came out.
While Nanren was sitting silently in a corner waiting, he suddenly heard a voice when he lifted his head and witnessed this scene where the door opened.
Yun.
He was on his clothes. He was walking lightly into the room while he was fixing his hair with the towel on his shoulder.
Even if he saw her, not a single expression of his expression changed. As if nothing happened yesterday.
She stared at him, blatantly ignoring his presence, opening the cold soda bottle. Nanren's eyes lightly scanned his white neck at that moment.
The Adam's apple was not as prominent as that of the average man.
But his presence was still noticed there.
His eyes darkened slightly. She lowered her head, averting her gaze.
It was clear that after his act yesterday, he would be ignored by her.
He's meddled in something he shouldn't have overtly interfered with, violated his boundaries, and did everything he shouldn't have done without hesitation. He didn't think that after all this he would act as if nothing had happened.
"Good morning"
A faint faint voice interrupted his thoughts. But it's unnecessarily conspicuous in this quiet room.
He lifted his head back, to see that all he needed to see was a faint smile.
He didn't think that after all this he would act as if nothing had happened...
Or...
Was it?
After hesitation, she parted her tense lips.
"Good morning"
Despite everything.
Still, he didn't think he was wrong.
Still, Nanren was ready for any rebuke and angry words to come against him.
Yun approached and sat next to her. Leaning slightly back, comfortably, his soda-holding hand resting on the edge of the sofa, his last move was to calmly cross his feet before he looked to the side.
Nanren looked at her face, really no trace of yesterday.
How emotional.
Nor physical.
In fact, his face looked brighter and more alive, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.
Nanren hesitated, then closed his parted lips and pressed them. Her lips reddened slightly as a little force was applied. Nanren was nervous.
Actually, it was unfair.
Yun might have gotten rid of all her burden by spilling everything inside her.
But on the contrary, he had a choking, suffocating distress.
He was not satisfied.
He was definitely not satisfied.
Why ?
Why did she leave him? Didn't he even see him as a relative if not a brother? So just an acquaintance who can leave at any moment.
It seemed that the feeling of those times when he had felt nothing was now slowly descending upon him.
He thought he had stayed years ago.
He thought he had forgotten.
Or that you survived...
But no, he hadn't forgotten until now.
His hands gripped his clothes hard without realizing it. On the contrary, even Yun could sense the strange atmosphere.
Even if he didn't speak, he understood.
Nanren's silence.
He crushed the finished soda bottle in his hands, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash.
The action was sloppy and quick, like many iterations before.
For a moment, the awkward atmosphere between the two of them grew heavy with the silence.
Finally, Yun was the first to speak.
"Sorry"
He lifted his head and looked at Nanren with some uneasiness.
His eyes widened.
Because the tears of the person in front of him were already wet his clothes quickly.
He moved his hands lightly. But he didn't lift it and he didn't wipe the tears that were running down his cheek. It didn't touch.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again.
"Sorry"
He deserved a solid apology.
It deserved an explanation.
"For that day, I was wrong. Sorry"
Nanren couldn't understand what he was apologizing for.
For attempting suicide?
Or is it because he hid from them even though he was alive?
Or...
Because of what happened at the Valssey bar?
He really had a lot of fault.
Even though Nanren knew he had good reason to do this.
Still, he couldn't suppress this feeling. On the contrary, it was growing bigger like a glowing flame.
In the end, he really couldn't stand it.
-To be continued-