Eunha turned her head at the sound of a voice coming from her side.
The single small candle wasnât very warm, so his hand was trembling softly as he held it tightly. As a result, both the candle and Yijunâs shadow shook dangerously.
âN-no. Should we just talk about what weâre going to eat tomorrow?â
Yijun tried to raise the corners of his mouth, but they didnât go up as he wanted.
It was good to talk about tomorrow. At least for that time, he could think about tomorrow instead of today.
Even if some would call it avoidance, it didnât matter.
Wiggling the hand holding the candlestick, Yijun spoke.
âI⊠um, Iâd like a salad filled with fresh vegetables and grilled salmon.â
He was pretending to be cheerful, but he couldnât fool Eunhaâs eyes. He had been with her for three years.
Eunha stared intently at the flickering candle with her dark eyes, then quickly turned her head.
ââŠI want to eat rice soup.â
âRice soup?â
âYes. The rice soup that I often ate with my mom. The kimchi dumplings there are also delicious.â
Her face, softly lit by the shabby candle, was facing forward.
âCan we go together someday?â
Dripâ
Drops of water fell from the tips of the stalactites hanging from the ceiling.
Dripâ
When the particularly clear sound was heard again, Eunha opened her mouth.
âOf course.â
After the short answer, Eunha rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a blanket.
âYou better get some sleep before the candle goes out. Thatâs the last candle.â
Then, after brushing off the dirt on the blanket, she held it out to Yijun.
âUse it. I donât need it.â
She rested her back against the mossy wall of the cave without hesitation. Then, Yijun jumped and held out the blanket again.
âLean on this. Your clothes will get dirty.â
âWhatâs going to change if a military uniform thatâs already covered in blood gets some dirt on it?â
âStill⊠â
Yijunâs face dimmed at Eunhaâs insignificant answer.
His heart was heavy.
Since when did she stop worrying about blood on their clothes?
And until when would she be like this?
âCome on, just take it.â
In the end, Yijun half-forced the blanket behind Eunha. Eunha just looked at Yijun with a slightly annoyed expression, but didnât stop him.
A long silence passed after that.
Somehow, he couldnât sleep. Yijun glanced at the colleague sitting next to him.
Black hair and black eyes. The cat-like eyes that rose sharply were wary of their surroundings, but they were no longer scary.
âEunha. Canât you sleep as well?â
Whish.
The black eyes that had been fixed forward turned towards his direction.
âIf I fall asleep, I wonât be able to stop an unexpected attack.â
Suddenly, the green epaulettes on her shoulders came into view. Yijun didnât know how much weight they held.
âEunha, you knowââ
âGo to sleep.â
âIf you donât sleep, I wonât sleep either.â
ââŠâ
Eunha stared intently at Yijun. Then, she burst into a small laugh.
âDo as you please.â
In front of her, Yijun also smiled.
Yijun knew. Unexpectedly, Eunha was a person who laughed at trivial things like these.
But her smile was like a haze. Something light and faint that would disappear quickly when you reached out to it.
The two sat side by side against the damp inner wall of the cave.
The two long shadows that stretched onto the moss-filled wall looked alike. Inwardly pleased at that fact, Yijun opened his mouth as he stared at their shadows on the wall.
ââSo, my father wants me to come to America. The same goes for my mother.â
âThen why donât you go?â
âThatâŠâ
Yijunâs lips thinned as he glanced away. Even in the cave where the only light came from a little candle, her black eyes seemed to twinkle like a galaxy.
Yijun slightly lowered his eyes. His long lashes casted even shadows on his pale cheeks.
âItâs just that⊠I like it.â
Eunha tilted her head. His voice was so low that she couldnât hear it.
âWhat did you just say?â
Yijun looked at her figure quietly and smiled.
âNever mind. How about you, Eunha? Didnât you want to go to university? You said it was your dream to become a dog groomer.â
âI donât care about that anymore.â
After a very brief silence, the voice that came out of her lips was terribly calm.
âThe world has changed.â
Her powers had manifested at the end of her nineteenth. She was drafted when she was only 20 years old, and she was entering her third year as a hunter this year.
If the world hadnât changed, she would have been living the life she wanted by studying in the United States by now.
âThen when peace returns someday.â
When that time comes, will you go to America with me?
Yijun couldnât finish his sentence.
It was because of a sudden violent tremor.
* * *
âAfter that, itâs as you know.â
With a click, Eunha put her spoon down and ended the story.
Under the warm light that illuminated the living room, Siwoo and Eunhaâs eyes met.
âBaek Yijun escaped, and I was trapped in the unknown gate.â
ââŠIs that so?â
Siwoo also put down the spoon he was holding. Compared to Eunhaâs empty bowl, the bowl in front of him was still full of curry rice.
âFor him⊠SunbaeâŠâ
She got trapped in the unknown gate. Simply put, it was a sacrifice.
As he thought about it, a question naturally came to mind.
âWhy?â
Siwoo had never made such a sacrifice for anyone, and he had no intention of doing so. Even for his own family.
âWhat was he like?â
Of course, he didnât think he would be convinced of any answer.
But, he was curious.
What kind of person was he for her to willingly sacrifice herself?
âWell, if I had to describe him, Iâd say he was a soft person.â
Eunha stared at her empty bowl and murmured faintly. There was even a faint smile on her lips as she recalled her memories.
âA soft⊠person?â
Who? Maestro? He couldnât even pretend to smile at the words he couldnât agree with.
Eunhaâs face turned serious when her gaze reached Siwoo.
âThen you tell me now. How do you know Baek Yijun?â
âThere isnât much to it. Thereâs no Korean who doesnât know of him.â
At Siwooâs words, Eunha tilted her head. She didnât seem to understand what Siwoo was saying.
He didnât want to say anything that praised Yijun, but he had to. Siwoo opened his mouth again.
âHeâs Koreaâs first S-Class hunter.â
âWhat?â
Long black hair fell down her shoulder. Eunha looked like she was genuinely surprised.
It was natural. Because battle was the last thing that Eunha would associate with the Yijun she remembered.
âAh. Saying that heâs Koreaâs first S-Class might be a bit misleading. Since heâs American.â
After adding that, Siwoo got up from his seat, his chair dragging on the floor.
âAnyway, heâs visiting Korea. Itâs his first visit in about 30 years.â
Siwoo indifferently uttered those words before taking the dishes on the table to head for the sink. His hand stopped as he was about to put on a rubber glove.
ââŠSunbae.â
Siwoo moved his lips stiffly without turning his head.
âSunbae, do you want to meet him?â
It was a very difficult question, so his lips didnât move as well as he wanted.
The answer didnât come right away. He didnât know if the question he asked had been too much.
He shouldnât have asked. Belatedly, such regrets came flooding in.
âNot at all.â
Siwooâs head whipped back with a whoosh. Eunha was sitting on her chair with her chin resting on her hand, and their eyes met.
âWhy are you surprised? Do I really need to see him?â
âNo, itâs not like that.â
Siwoo blinked his eyes slowly and asked.
âDidnât you sacrifice yourself for him?â
âSacrifice?â
She said one after another as she ran her hair down her shoulders and behind her ears.
âYou must think of me as a hero.â
So to speak, it was close.
It couldnât be denied that being a first-generation hunter was close to being a hero for modern hunters.
But Eunha didnât see it like that.
âThen you are mistaken. Iâm probably a lot more apathetic than you think.â
On that day, at the moment she was trapped in the unknown gate, Eunha had not made any sacrifices. She simply chose the option that would cause the least damage when she thought about it realistically.
Eunha no longer had the strength, hope, or anything to live for in reality. So, she chose to stay in the gate.
She had no intention of overplaying it as a sacrifice.
âItâs Sunbae whoâs mistaken.â
Siwoo turned around and quietly denied it.
âYouâre probably a much nicer person than you think.â
ââŠâ
âItâs true.â
Eunha held her chin before gently lowering her hand.
There was a moment of silence.
Siwoo put on the rubber gloves and turned on the tap. He didnât know if he had done it to hide the awkwardness.
Shwaaaâ
Tap water rushed from the faucet and poured out vigorously. A low laugh was heard from behind him.
âOkay, thanks.â
Siwoo suddenly paused while he was cleaning the dishes. But after that moment, Siwoo casually resumed his scrubbing.
After cleaning the dishes, Siwoo put on his hoodie again and took his car keys.
âHm. Iâll get you a new phone tomorrow.â
âItâs not urgent, so it doesnât matter if you take some time to get it.â
âNo, it is urgent. For me.â
Siwoo shook his head resolutely. She really didnât know that not being able to communicate with her was a frustrating thing for him.
Moreover, it wouldnât be strange if something happened sooner or later with Trickster or Maestro. Both of them were people to keep an eye on.
Siwoo put on his shoes while holding the food waste bag he had tied up beforehand.
âIâm very thankful for a lot of things.â
Eunha muttered as she stood in front of the shoe closet. Siwoo was tying the laces of his sneakers and glanced up.
âHm? What?â
âThereâs just. Some stuff.â
Eunha leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
âIt would have been really difficult without you.â
ââŠNo, well, itâs nothing.â
Siwoo turned his head down after giving the brief and flat reply. After wrestling for a long time with his shoelaces that were particularly troublesome today, he lifted his downturned head.
âThen⊠Iâll be on my way.â
âMn, see you tomorrow.â
Eunha gently waved her hand. After the small motion, she made her escape and hurried away.
Thump, thump, thump. The sound of footsteps in the hallway was especially loud.
Ding dongâ
ă17th floor.ă
The moment the elevator door opened, Siwoo realised that he had not been able to get the information he needed.
He should have asked Eunha, whose cell phone was broken, about Trickster and Yijun in more detailâŠ
Siwoo quickly turned his head and stared at the closed front door.
âSee you tomorrow.â
âWell, it didnât matter.
Siwoo turned his head again and got onto the elevator.
âŠ
âŠ
Ding dongâ
ăFirst floor.ă
The moment the elevator door opened and he took a step out.
âIt would have been really difficult without you.â
He turned his head involuntarily.
Suddenly, his eyes met in the elevator mirror.
ââŠâ
It was then that Siwoo realised he was making an unfamiliar face.
âŠHad he known that he had such a stupid face, he wouldnât have looked in the mirror in the end.
Siwoo used some effort to pull down the corners of his lips that were slowly creeping up and hurriedly got out of the elevator.