"Nothing."
"Soorin."
"We just—we spent time together. Got to know each other. That's all."
"And you fell for him."
She didn't answer.
Didn't need to.
Her silence said everything.
Minjae leaned back.
Looked up at the gazebo ceiling.
"I knew. Somewhere, I knew. But I wanted so badly to be wrong."
"I'm sorry."
Tears burned in Soorin's eyes.
"Don't apologize. You can't help who you love."
"I don't—I'm not—"
"Yes, you are. Maybe you don't want to be. Maybe it's complicated as hell. But you are."
Minjae stood up.
Walked to the edge of the gazebo.
Hands in his pockets.
"I've watched you this whole week. The way your eyes track him across rooms. How your expression changes when he's near. How you unconsciously lean toward him even when you're sitting with me."
"That's not—"
"It is. And I get it now. I finally get it."
He turned back to face her.
"You two have history. Connection. Something I can't compete with."
