Kangjeon Tae Hyun's home wasn't far from here. It wasn't until Sun Joon Ho was being lifted up that he realized he might have subconsciously been thinking about that place.
It wasn't that he was desperately eager to go there but more to infuse a bit of vitality into it. There wasn't a problem with living alone; many people enjoyed living in quiet place and independence.
But Kangjeon Tae Hyun was different. Just the thought of him, holding a cigarette, silently moving from the kitchen to the living room, then from the living room to the bedroom, eating, grooming, and sleeping soundlessly—even if he was smiling—it was unbearable for Sun Joon Ho.
It was like a once large lush tree, slowly decaying in a serene despair.
