They both looked toward the convenience store ahead of them. The small building stood quietly under the rain, its green neon lights glowing against the wet pavement.
Three plastic chairs sat outside beneath the awning, their surfaces shining with scattered raindrops. Above the entrance, a bright sign flickered lazily in the night.
'Nice to CU.'
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Doyeon cleared his throat and glanced sideways at her. "So… should we?"
Without really thinking about it, his hand reached out and gently took Ha-eun's. His fingers slipped between hers, locking together naturally as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Ha-eun froze.
Her eyes dropped instantly to their hands, and then slowly lifted back to Doyeon's face. A faint flush crept across her cheeks.
"O-of course we should," she said quickly, trying to sound normal. "We still need to call my parents."
Inside, however, her thoughts were in complete chaos.
(T-this guy… this guy is so smooth!)
Her eyes flickered down to their intertwined hands again.
(Locking his fingers with mine like that… is this supposed to be natural or something?)
She glanced back up at him.
Doyeon simply smiled back at her, looking completely calm— almost innocent.
Ha-eun immediately turned her head away.
(This guy is totally acting innocent!!)
"Let's go, miss," Doyeon said casually, giving her hand a gentle tug.
Ha-eun nodded, still slightly flustered, and together they started walking toward the convenience store.
The sound of rain tapping against the pavement followed them as they crossed the small parking lot, their footsteps echoing softly under the neon glow.
***
(ENTERING~ — convenience store)
The soft chime above the door rang as they stepped into the convenience store.
Warm fluorescent lights replaced the cold rain outside, and the faint smell of instant noodles and cleaning detergent hung in the air. Only one other person seemed to be inside— a middle-aged worker slowly mopping the floor near the drink refrigerators.
Doyeon led Ha-eun toward the counter where a public phone rested beside the register. The rain tapped softly against the windows while he picked up the receiver and began dialing the number she had given him.
Ha-eun stood close beside him, nervously twisting a strand of her damp purple hair between her fingers.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then someone picked up.
"Hello?"
Doyeon straightened slightly. "Hello, um… sorry for calling this late. Is this the residence of Ha-eun's parents?"
There was a pause on the other end.
"Yes. Who is this?"
Doyeon glanced toward Ha-eun, who was watching him anxiously.
"My name is Doyeon. I'm currently with Ha-eun and—"
The reaction on the other end was immediate.
"Stop."
The voice that came through the phone suddenly turned sharp and furious.
"Stop this nonsense right now."
Doyeon blinked, confused. "Excuse me…?"
"I don't know who you are," the voice continued, shaking with anger, "but this joke isn't funny."
"I'm not joking," Doyeon said quickly, glancing back at Ha-eun. "She's right here—"
"Enough!"
The person on the phone practically shouted.
"It's been two years already! Do you understand that?! Two years!"
The words crashed into Doyeon like cold water.
"We're trying to move on," the voice continued bitterly. "So stop calling this house and bringing her up again."
Then—
Click.
The line went dead.
For a moment, Doyeon simply stared at the receiver in his hand.
Slowly, he lowered the phone.
His eyes shifted toward Ha-eun.
She was standing there quietly, her shoulders slightly slumped and her gaze lowered toward the floor.
The hopeful tension that had been in her face earlier had disappeared, replaced by a small, fragile sadness.
When she noticed him looking at her, she forced a faint smile.
"Figured," she said softly.
Doyeon didn't say anything at first. Instead, he gently set the phone back on its cradle before stepping closer to her.
His hand rose and awkwardly patted her back once… then again, a little more gently.
"Hey," he said quietly. "Don't worry about it."
Ha-eun didn't respond.
So he continued, his voice steady.
"I'll help you figure this out."
She slowly lifted her head.
"Just… don't lose hope, okay?"
For a second she stared at him, as if trying to decide whether to believe those words.
Then suddenly—
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.
Doyeon froze in place.
Ha-eun buried her face against his chest as quiet sobs began to shake her shoulders.
"Thank you…" she whispered between breaths. "Thank you so much, Doyeon…"
Her fingers tightened slightly against the back of his jacket. "I'm sorry about the hug…"
Doyeon hesitated for a moment before gently raising his hand and resting it on top of her head. His fingers moved slowly through her damp hair in a comforting gesture.
"It's fine," he murmured.
Behind them, however—
The worker who had been mopping the floor suddenly stopped.
She stared across the store with wide eyes.
From her perspective, a young man was standing in the middle of the convenience store… hugging absolutely nothing while softly patting the air.
Her mop slowly stopped moving.
"(°ロ°) …I-is that guy's head broken…?" she muttered under her breath.
A few seconds later, Doyeon happened to glance up— and immediately noticed her staring.
His brain short-circuited.
He looked down at Ha-eun, who was still crying against his chest, completely unaware.
Then he looked back at the worker.
(I… I can't exactly push her away right now…)
Forcing an awkward smile, Doyeon scratched the back of his head.
"Ah… haha… I'm just… acting," he said weakly. "Don't mind me, ma'am."
The worker blinked slowly.
Then she nodded, though her expression clearly said she did not understand at all.
Eventually, Ha-eun's crying calmed down. After giving him one last embarrassed glance, she stepped back while wiping her eyes.
A few minutes later, Doyeon grabbed a few things from the shelves— chips, drinks, and some random snacks before paying at the counter.
The rain outside still hadn't let up when they finally stepped back out into the night.
Cold air brushed against their faces as they walked under the awning.
Without thinking about it, Ha-eun reached for his hand again. Their fingers naturally intertwined, locking together as if it had already become a habit.
Doyeon glanced down at their hands briefly before looking out toward the parking lot.
The rain was falling even harder now, pouring across the asphalt in thick sheets. Water splashed against the dim streetlights while thunder rumbled faintly somewhere far away.
His gaze drifted toward the motel across the lot.
Then he sighed.
"Driving home like this might be a bad idea."
***
(Inside the motel room — oh shit… they're going to fuck… ghost s##!!! ( •̀-•́ )و)
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