Later that night, Soorin lay in bed.
Staring at the ceiling.
Her mother's words echoed in her mind.
'The heart knows before the head does.'
Did it?
Because her head said Minjae was the smart choice.
Safe. Kind. Uncomplicated.
But her heart...
Her heart still jumped when Haejin looked at her.
Still ached when she saw him with Yura.
Still remembered Vegas with painful clarity.
'I've been running from the truth.'
The realization settled over her like a weight.
She'd chosen Minjae not because she loved him.
But because he was easy.
Because he wouldn't hurt her the way Haejin had.
Because she was scared.
And maybe—just maybe—she'd cut Haejin off before giving him a real chance to explain.
Before letting him figure out his own feelings.
She'd been so busy protecting herself that she'd built walls he couldn't climb.
"Fuck," she whispered to the empty room.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Regular phone.
She picked it up.
