A week passed after Jihoon and Haneul met, Jihoon arrived at the gallery early, eager to discuss Haneul’s exhibition. Haneul was already there, arranging his prints.

“Morning, Haneul,” Jihoon said, trying to sound casual.

Haneul turned, smiling brightly. “Mr. Kim! Good morning.”

Their conversation flowed easily as they finalized the exhibition details.

As they worked together, Jihoon found himself appreciating Haneul’s dedication and passion.

Days passed faster…

Jihoon and Haneul’s collaboration intensified as the exhibition approached.

Jihoon attended Haneul’s photo shoots, marveling at the young photographer’s talent.

Their discussions expanded beyond art, touching on life, dreams, and aspirations.

The exhibition day…

The gallery buzzed with excitement as art enthusiasts gathered. Haneul’s photographs captivated the audience, showcasing Seoul’s hidden beauty.

Jihoon watched proudly, knowing he’d played a part in showcasing Haneul’s talent.

As the evening drew to a close, Jihoon approached Haneul.

“Congratulations, Haneul. Your exhibition is a huge success,” Jihoon said, his voice genuine.

Haneul beamed, his eyes sparkling. “Thanks, Mr. Kim. I couldn’t have done it without Director Lee and especially you.”

Their eyes met, and Jihoon felt a spark of connection. He quickly looked away, focusing on the celebration.

The crowd began to disperse, and Jihoon helped Haneul with the cleanup.

As they worked together, Jihoon noticed Haneul’s exhaustion.

“Let’s grab some dinner, Haneul. You must be starving,” Jihoon suggested.

Haneul’s face lit up. “That sounds great, Mr. Kim. Thanks.”

They walked to a nearby restaurant, enjoying the cool evening air.

Over dinner, their conversation flowed easily, covering topics from art to music.

Jihoon found himself laughing and smiling, feeling at ease with Haneul.

As the night drew to a close, Jihoon drove Haneul home.

“Thanks again, Mr. Kim,” Haneul said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Jihoon smiled warmly. “Can’t you just call me Jihoon, Haneul? We’re colleagues now.”

Haneul’s cheeks flushed, but he smiled back. “Then…just for tonight. Goodnight, Jihoon.”

Jihoon watched Haneul walk into his house, feeling a sense of connection.

He refused to acknowledge the flutter in his chest, attributing it to relief and exhaustion.

As Jihoon drove back home, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he’d found a true friend in Haneul.

Or maybe something more?

Jihoon’s thoughts swirled, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the road ahead.

Upon arriving home, Jihoon received a mysterious text:

“Congratulations on the exhibition’s success.”

Jihoon’s heart skipped a beat, wondering if it was Jaemin.

“Who is this?” Jihoon replied cautiously.

“No need to know. Just remember, Jihoon, you’re not done with me.”

Jihoon’s anxiety spiked, but he pushed aside the fear.

He thought of Haneul’s warm smile and reassuring presence.

With newfound determination, Jihoon typed:

“Don’t force me to put a stop to your act, Jaemin. Just accept the fact. We’re done.”

Jihoon’s determination surged as he sent the response.

The silence that followed was a welcome relief.

Jihoon’s thoughts returned to Haneul, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He recalled their effortless conversations, Haneul’s laughter, and his passion for art.

As Jihoon settled into bed, his phone remained silent, a small victory. But he knew Jaemin’s silence wouldn’t last. Jihoon steeled himself for the next encounter.

The exhaustion finally caught up, and Jihoon drifted off to sleep.