Once upon a time, in a land called South Korea, there lived a prince. This prince had been cursed by an evil wizard who took away his voice and made him appear ugly to everyone around him. Distraught, the prince locked himself away in a small castle surrounded by flowers. The prince loved flowers, so his days all alone were spent peacefully tending to them.

Once day, a beautiful princess happened upon the prince's castle and got caught by a pack of wolves. The prince rescued the princess and fell in love with her at first sight. However, the prince couldn't tell her that he loved her, because his voice had been stolen and his appearance distorted. The prince realized that he needed to break his curse.

The prince went into the deep dark forest to find a special rose. This rose was no ordinary flower. It had special powers that would grant its owner eternal happiness. It was found only in one place; in a small dead valley hidden in the forest. They said that animals went there to die and that no plants could stay alive in that place's soil, save for that rose.

The prince travelled day and night and finally discovered the valley but to his dismay, he found a witch's hovel right in the middle of it, guarding the place. The witch was a terrifying creature with long silky hair and cold, lifeless eyes. Lips red as blood and wide and full. Nails as black as her heart.

"If you want the magical rose, you must give appropriate payment."

The prince laid out all of the riches he had with him in front of the witch. Jewels that glinted in the light. Gold coins and a single flower. A calla lilly; white with a long stalk. The prince only carried it around with him for luck. It was a symbol of his faithfulness to the princess.

Out of all of these, the witch picked up the lilly. She turned it this way and that, staring at it in wonder.

"What's this?"

The prince looked perplexed. He couldn't speak. How could he tell the witch that it was a lilly. The witch then suddenly cackled.

"I can read minds, your Highness." She said. "A lilly you say. Very well. You may have the rose. It will break your curse and turn you back into a boring, old prince."

The prince felt delighted. The witch approached him and surprised him by taking a hold of his neck. She pulled him close and kissed him. Her soft lips pressing against his.

The prince was too shocked to move. But then he came to his senses and pushed the witch away.

"Why did you—" The prince stopped as he heard his own voice. The curse had been broken. He could speak again.

He looked at the witch. Her face guarded and reserved, revealing nothing yet still holding a question he couldn't read. He stared at her lips. Red as blood. Wide and full. Looking like flower petals.

Oh you're the rose. The prince realized.

"Gah!" Han Seojun woke up with a start, sweating and panting. He clutched his beating heart that felt like it would jump out at any second. What a strange dream that had been. He rubbed his hair, surprised at finding half of it gone.

Then he remembered the makeover he had been given the day before. Kang Sujin dragging him around and forcing him to model clothes. Lim Jukyung putting makeup on him, making him look better than before.

Seojun licked his lips, surprised at finding his ring still there. He'd forgotten to take off his piercings again. Or had he? When had he gone to bed? How had he gone to bed?

The last thing he remembered was sending Lim Jukyung off to her home after dinner. After that it was all blank. He knew he had drunk soju at some point. Because he was fighting a slight hangover just now. But he couldn't recall what had happened exactly.

Ah, well. I'll remember it when I remember it.

As he got out of bed, Seojun felt strange. He checked his chest. No, that seemed fine. He checked his head. Just a slight headache. He checked around for bruises. None that he could find. Then what was it? He couldn't pin it down.

He walked over to the bathroom, feeling a desperate need for a shower. His face in the mirror shocked him. The makeup Jukyung had applied so carefully all over his eyes had been smudged, much to his dismay. His face had sleep lines on one side, which was a given. And his lip seemed to have bled in the night, red tinged his lips. He wiped his lips away and the red came off.

That's weird. Blood doesn't do that. The red was too bright, and too velvety to have been blood.

Lipstick? Had Jukyung applied lipstick on him? Seojun couldn't remember. Ignoring it, he went on with his typical routine. It was Sunday. Seojun normally slept in on Sundays, but he felt especially charged that morning. As if he'd gotten a caffeine hit in his sleep.

Seojun decided to take his bike out for a spin. He hadn't done that in a while and for some reason it felt like a good idea. The bike roared to life when he turned the ignition on. It scolded Han Seojun for neglecting it all this time.

Sorry baby. I was busy with work.

Seojun rode it around the city, zipping past cars and trees and buildings that all melded into a blur. The wind whipped around him as he moved on faster and faster. The rush of the ride making him feel like he was flying.

When he returned to the shop, he felt like a new man. More alive than ever. His mood was dampened though, when he saw the dark trench coat of a certain Leader-nim.

Its Sunday. What are you doing here? He glared at Sujin as he took his helmet off. He shook the sweat off his hair and dismounted the bike.

"I brought breakfast." Sujin held up plastic bags of packed food. She eyed the bike in distaste. "Is that what you use to get around the city?"

Seojun give her a sideways look before unlocking his door. Naturally, Sujin followed him without waiting for an invitation.

"I also wanted to talk about last night." She said, just as the entrance door clicked shut behind her.

"What about last night?" Seojun called behind him. Going into his office to hang up his jacket. As soon as the words left Seojun's mouth, he recoiled, shoot! I wasn't going to talk to her.

"You don't remember?" He heard her ask.

Seojun poked his head from the doorway, looking at her in question. Remember what?

Kang Sujin did a strange thing where she opened her mouth but then closed it, pursing her lips and puffing up her cheeks slightly. If Seojun didn't find her so annoying, he would have found the gesture cute.

"Never mind then." She said.

What? Seojun came out of his office, cleaning his hands with a handkerchief.

Sujin looked at him, chewing on her lip. "Its nothing. I just wanted to talk about Jukyung."

Oh right. How you tried to set up me and Jukyung? Seojun took in a breath. He actually hadn't liked the fact that Sujin had tried to give him alone time with Jukyung, even though Sujin might have just wanted to help him. He knew Jukyung and Suho had been hiding their relationship from everyone. So, he assumed Sujin had made a mistake. Nonetheless, he didn't want to get in between Jukyung and Suho. He didn't want Jukyung unhappy.

He looked at Sujin then, opening his mouth to tell her all of this. But for some reason he couldn't say it. He opened and shut his mouth again and again, hoping words would come out.

"Why not try text, instead?" Sujin suggested, seeing his struggled. Seojun sighed. If it were that easy, he would have done it.

I guess I can't always talk when I want to. He thought bitterly.

"Forget it." Sujin stalked up to his home. "Lets eat."

The meal was eaten in silence, Sujin not being one to babble and Seojun being Seojun. Oddly enough, the silence bothered Seojun more than it seemed to affect Sujin. He wasn't used to people not babbling in his presence. Usually they never stopped talking, feeling a need to fill in the void.

This woman's not normal. Not normal.

Throughout the meal, Kang Sujin kept giving Seojun weird glances. They made Seojun feel... weird. Did she want something? Did she have something to say? Seojun couldn't figure it out. After a while, it started to get to him.

What?! Seojun banged the table, making Sujin jump.

"You don't like it?" She said, thinking the outburst was about his food. Seojun rubbed his face in frustration.

Every single day. Every. Single. Day. You're here and the one day I get a reprieve from you, you're here again!

"Ah, you wanted to rest in on your day off?" Sujin said with her mouth full. The woman ate like an animal. "Sorry about that. But I actually came here for work."

She had been carrying a messenger bag when she had arrived. Now she got up and took out a thick file from the bag and put it in front of Seojun.

What's this?

"That's some of the business practices you need to learn. Part of the consultation is making sure you know how to run things without our help. That starts with this." Sujin stabbed a finger on the thick file. Seojun cautiously opened the cover.

"Now that you've eaten, we'll get started. You wanna study here or in your office?"

Seojun looked at her like she had just killed his precious puppy. Sujin responded to this with a cold smile.

They camped out in his office, on the floor as usual with papers strewn all around them. Kang Sujin walked him through each and every item, starting from coming up with a mission statement for his shop—"You don't need to be a big company to have a mission statement. A mission and vision statement helps you focus and figure out which direction you want to go in."—to the nitty gritty strategy making.

"You can't just make money and save it. You have to figure out how much you're going to reinvest into the shop, how much you'll be spending on yourself and how much you'll be using to run the basic operations."

Seojun felt lost when he looked at the pages upon pages of different business jargons. He was half glad Sujin was there to explain everything to him, otherwise he would have never understood a word of it.

He felt like he was back in high school, back in the boring math classes and the literature sessions. Seojun hadn't survived much of the first two years of high school. His mother had been hospitalized and Seojun had neglected his studies in favor of getting part time jobs to pay off the bills. The third year had been... well, whatever it had been, was better left forgotten.

Seojun imagined how much easier those first two years of school would have been if someone like Sujin had been there to tutor him. Heck, he might have even gotten an A with the way she was teaching. She broke down everything, simplifying it so that a child could understand it. To anyone else, it might have felt condescending, but Seojun appreciated the gesture. It wasn't just his time she was taking, she was giving her own too.

Sujin left as soon as their study session was done. "I'll be back like this next Sunday. We'll go over different regulations you need to be aware of."

Seojun groaned internally, feeling bored already at the thought of another crash course in business.

"Don't give me that look. Just be well rested next Sunday."

Next Sunday however, Kang Sujin didn't show up.

The week that followed Seojun's first lesson from Kang Sujin, she mostly stayed out of his way, keeping to his office and only coming out to take a few pictures and make a few videos. She had cut short her time in the shop by half, staying only in the day time and leaving right after lunch.

Seojun welcomed this distance. It allowed him to focus on his customers, the number of which kept growing with each day.

It seemed that the makeover had been the most effective strategy by far. Every woman seemed to be drawn in to check out the "new Flower Boy on the street."

"Omo! Look at his arms! I could watch him wrapping up flowers all day!"

"Shhh! He can hear you!"

"Ya! His eyes are so wild! I squealed when he looked at me. How embarrassing."

"Do you think he has a girlfriend? Should I ask?"

Seojun wasn't surprised by the attention. He had always known he was a handsome man. He just didn't care much for looks. Superficiality had never been Han Seojun's vice.

"Um..." A girl approached him timidly one time. "Would you like to have this?"

It was a box of cookies. Such an old-fashioned way to confess. Seojun would have normally turned things like these away but the girl; with her big round glasses and acne ridden face, reminded him of Gawon, his younger sister. With a nod and a grateful smile, he accepted the cookies. The girl beamed at him and quickly ran off. The crowd that had gathered in the shop went "Oooh" and "Awww".

Things like this continued all week. Swarms of women surrounded him, demanding this flower and that when what they really wanted was his attention. He complied to all flower related requests with a professional smile and a polite nod. He could feel his smugness over this attention growing day by day, but he felt the smugness was justified, given how closed off his life had been just last year.

Kang Sujin had been there that Friday, having declared to Seojun that she would be gone on Saturday to catch up on her work back at the office. She had however, left him with quite a lot to deal with when she had announced to all of his customers;

"Ladies! And that one gentleman in the back. From today onwards, you can take pictures of Seojun-si here, and post it online. Feel free to share our flower boy with the world as much as you like!"

What are you doing?! Seojun had pulled at her arm.

"Its free marketing, dumbass. Your face is already over the internet on your social media." Sujin had said through a smile aimed at everyone else.

Seojun had cursed her yet again at this, but he figured Sujin knew what she was doing.

Once Sunday rolled around, Seojun got himself up and ready for another study session. He waited and waited and waited, but Sujin never showed. Eventually, Han Seojun got worried.

He pulled out his phone, thinking about texting Sujin. But no matter how hard he tries, words still eluded him.

But I was able to talk! I was talking!

Apparently, his wounds from the past still hadn't healed. Seojun exhaled deeply. Then thought of an idea. He pulled out his phone again, this time calling her.

If she picked up, she was fine. If she didn't... Seojun decided he would go over to her apartment. Just to see if she was okay.

The phone rang. And kept ringing. And ringing.

"The caller you are trying to reach is unavailable..." the automated message played out. Seojun frowned at the phone. He called again. And again. Sujin didn't answer. Now Seojun was getting worried.

Yah. Are you okay? He sent the text before he could feel anxious about it. He would deal with the mess of his mind later. After thirty minutes of waiting, he still had no response.

Then he got an idea. He pulled up Jukyung's contact.

With a chest heavy with anxiety, he typed in: Do you know where Kang Sujin is? But he didn't send it. It was a Sunday. Of course Jukyung wouldn't know where her boss was. He deleted it and typed in again.

Can you tell me where Kang Sujin lives? He pressed send before he could back out. He breathed in and out, feeling suddenly very anxious. Was the text okay? Did it sound lame? What would Jukyung think to receive this text out of the blue? Would she get offended? Wait, why would she get offended? Will she fight with me over this offense? Will I lose my friend?!

His panic subsided when the phone dinged with several new messages, one followed by the other.

Han Seojun? Is that really you?

OMO! YOU TEXTED!

It is you, isn't it? Did your phone get stolen?

WERE YOU HACKED?

Seojun chuckled, typing in, Its me.

Jukyung replied, OMOOOO! I'm happy for you Han Seojun! Here, have Kang Leader-nim's address.

Thank you. Seojun replied before taking off to Kang Sujin's place.

It was a massive high rise, tall and chrome, reflecting the sky above. The lobby was a slippery marble. Expensive looking people in sleek designer clothes went about going in and out. Many of them turned to Seojun as he walked up to the elevator.

Seojun felt uncomfortable by the stares, but his discomfort turned to smugness when he realized that the people weren't staring in contempt but rather appreciation. He might have to—Ugh—thank Kang Sujin, he realized. He dreaded the thought.

The hallway to her floor was empty. Han Seojun rang the bell for Kang Sujin's apartment. He could hear the hollow ringing from inside. But beyond the bell, no sound could be heard.

Maybe she's not at home? Ah, this was a stupid idea.

Seojun called Sujin. If she picked up, she was fine. If she didn't he would... he didn't know what he would do.

From inside, he could hear some muffled sound. Seojun pressed his ear to the door and yes, it was Kang Sujin's phone ringing. If the phone was here, then so was she.

Seojun was starting to panic. A familiar feeling of dread was rising. But he wouldn't let it take over. He needed to focus right now.

He looked at the keypad and wondered... Kang Sujin spent most of her time at work. She sometimes even stayed overnight. She didn't seem the type to care too much about her home life.

Could it be possible? No. No one was that stupid.

All keypads had a default passcode. 0000. Which people normally changed to their preference.

She couldn't possibly be that foolish.

But she was. The door clicked open as soon as Seojun typed in 0000. He made a mental note to scold Sujin about this later. Right now he needed to find her.

Inside was all dark. The small entryway suddenly lit up with Seojun's presence. More lights turned on as the motion sensors detected him walking in. The place was huge, with wide marbled floors and tall, grey walls. To the right was a kitchen, fit with the latest ovens, grills and microwave. It was so shiny and clean that Seojun guessed it had never been used. A giant, silver fridge stood to one corner, humming.

The entrance led to a large hall that coupled as both a dining area with a long, sleek table and a sitting area with plush sofas looking welcoming.

Despite the stylish décor, the place was bare and lacking personality. There were no pictures, no paintings, no semblance of color. No distinctive smell that you often got when visiting someone's home. Nothing that gave the place life. It looked like and extension of Kang Sujin's office; all distant and cold.

"Yah, Kang Sujin! You home!" Seojun called out. His deep voice echoed in the house. He felt creepy being the only one there. "Kang Sujin!"

Nervously, he ventured towards the far end of the big hall that featured a couple of doors. Seojun guessed they led to the bedrooms or the home office or whatever rooms rich people had. As he was walking, one of the doors creaked open, ever so slowly. Seojun stopped in his tracks.

Now Han Seojun would never, ever admit that he was afraid of ghosts. But anyone would have been afraid when they saw what Han Seojun saw. "Woah!" He jumped back in fear, falling on the floor as a figure emerged from behind the creaking door.

Someone, with straight, black hair, covering their face as they creeped out of the room. They were covered from head to toe in a black bedsheet that was wrapped around like a hooded cloak. From beneath the cloak emerged a pasty, pale hand, all patchy and dry.

"A witch! It's a witch!" Seojun crawled backwards.

A weak, croaking voice said, "Yah... Han Seo—" The figure fell on the ground.

Panting and clutching his chest for dear life, Seojun got up and approached the figure. It was Kang Sujin, wrapped up in a black sheet. The sheet had fallen back, revealing her sweaty head and red face.

"Yah! Kang Sujin. Oi!" Seojun shook her. She was hot to his touch. He checked her temperature with the back of his hand. "Kang Sujin, you're burning up."

Sujin only managed a weak "Huh?". Seojun picked her up in his arms and delivered her to her bed. She was still in work clothes; a dress shirt and slacks. But the shirt had been buttoned up wrong and the slacks were inside out. Clearly, she had been trying to dress herself in this state.

You foolish woman!

Seojun quickly called an ambulance that arrived within five minutes—a perk of Sujin being rich. He accompanied Sujin in the ambulance, noting her badly buttoned up dress shirt and slacks that were inside out. She must have been trying to dress herself in this state.

The ambulance took her to a nearby hospital and to Seojun's surprise, the attendant there seemed to know Sujin.

"Omo, that's Dr. Kang's daughter!"

Quickly, Sujin was taken to a private room, with multiple doctors pouring all over her in concern. Seojun was surprised. He remembered how dismissively doctors used to treat his mother when she was ill. How harshly they had demanded payment for her treatment—a situation that had forced him into multiple part time jobs. It truly was unfair how someone like Kang Sujin got treated like a princess while the rest of the world was given the cold shoulder.

"There's nothing to worry about," the doctor eventually told Seojun once they had checked Sujin up. "It's just exhaustion. Plus, I think she ate something that didn't agree with her. I've prescribed some meds. Please make sure she takes them after meals. Twice daily. We'll keep her here for a few hours till her IV finishes up. Then you can take her home."

Seojun nodded, bowing slightly to thank the doctor. And then he was left all alone with Kang Sujin in that private room. Seojun stared at her, not sure what he was supposed to do now. They had changed her out of her clothes and into a hospital gown. Her hair was a messy pool of black silk around her face. He checked her forehead with the back of his hand. The fever had gone down.

Seojun looked at the empty table beside Sujin's hospital bed. Quietly, he made his way down the hospital's gift shop. The flower selection there was limited, but for some strange reason, he felt drawn to a bouquet of white calla lilies sitting right at the top of the shelf. The bouquet came with a cheap plastic vase. Seojun bought it and placed it right besides Sujin's bed.

"What happened?" Croaked Sujin, startling Seojun.

"You're awake?"

"You're speaking."

"Shut up. This isn't real. This is a dream."

Sujin chuckled weakly pulling herself up to sit, "Ah, how lame." She eyed the flowers. "Did you get me those?"

Seojun nodded. Do you not like them?

"I've never gotten flowers from a boy before." Sujin gingerly reached out a hand, careful not to tug the IV lines, and caressed one of the flowers. "They're pretty."

Seojun suppressed a smile.

"But I'm neither pure nor innocent. That's what these flowers mean, right?"

Seojun hadn't bought them for their meaning. He didn't know why he bought them. Perhaps he had dreamed about them? He could vaguely remember a dream about some fairytale, but that had long since been forgotten, as most dreams were.

"Did you buy them thinking of Jukyung?" There was an edge in her voice. She studied his face intently. Seojun somehow vaguely remembered someone telling him that Kang Sujin had only been guessing at his thoughts. That she was unsure of whether she was guessing right or not.

Who told me that? Seojun couldn't remember. He made his face flat, not showing any expression at all.

Sujin narrowed her eyes. "I must be truly weak. I can't understand what you're saying."

Assa! She couldn't guess what I was thinking!

"You're that happy that I can't read you?" She smirked.

Damn it. She did it again.

"You wear your heart on your sleeve, and your emotions on your face. Its easy to read you." Sujin took out one of the flowers, putting it to her nose. "That's not a bad thing, Han Seojun. Sincere people like you are rare. In the double-faced world I live in, it's a refreshing change."

Seojun looked at her carefully, wondering what exactly kind of world she had.

Sujin's expression suddenly changed. "Wait a minute. Where..." She looked around the room, looking for signs of something. "What hospital is this?"

Seojun pointed to the clock that had the hospital name printed on it. Sujin's eyes went wide. "No, no, no. I shouldn't be here."

Sujin kicked away the blanket, about to rip out the IV tape. Seojun grabbed her hand to stop her.

"I know what I'm doing." She said frantically. Seojun still kept a firm grip on her hands.

What's wrong? Why are you doing this?

"There's no time to explain—"

You can't just rip your IV out. This isn't a movie.

"I've studied basic medicine since I was a kid, Han Seojun, I know how to pull out an IV." She declared. He let her go, giving her a wary look. He recalled the medical books he had seen in her office. Carefully, she pulled out the IV and pressed her hand over the puncture before the wound could bleed out.

"Where are my clothes? Get me my clothes." Sujin said, looking in the side tables for gauze and bandages. She found some and quickly wrapped them around her hand. Seojun looked in the closet and threw her clothes at her. They smelled of sweat with a faint hint of her spicy cologne.

"Look away." She said as she started undressing. Han Seojun ran out of the room before Sujin could say another word.

What the hell is wrong with her?! Seojun thought. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. Sujin came out of the room, looking this way and that like a fugitive.

Are you going to tell me—Seojun couldn't finish the thought as Kang Sujin grabbed his wrist and made a run for it. Someone somewhere behind them called to them, "Kang Sujin-nim! Wait! Your father would like to meet you!"

Sujin paid no heed and ran through the hospital halls, dragging Seojun with her. Having had enough of this, Seojun stopped, pulling Sujin back with him. The force of his pull made her smack into his body again. He looked down at her sternly.

"Either you tell me what the problem is, or I drag you back to your hospital room."

Sujin leveled a gaze at him. "My personal problems are none of your concern. I just have to get out of here. And no one can stop me."

"Sujin-ah."

Kang Sujin's expression faded. Her eyes stilled. Her jaw clenched and her shoulders tensed. Behind her, stood an older man in a doctor's coat. He must have been in his fifties. He had silver hair and wore rimless glasses. He smiled kindly as he approached the two.

Sujin turned. "Ye, Appa?" Yes, Father? Her obedient tone was a stark contrast to her usual bossy demeanor. Seojun's brows went up.

"I heard you were here. Exhaustion, was it? You're working too hard." The man came over and patted her head gently. Behind him a few other elderly doctors were taking their rounds in a group. Two of them approached.

"Dr. Kang, is this your daughter?" One of them asked, smiling politely to Sujin. Sujin bowed to them in greeting.

"How do you do, Dr. Hwang, Dr. Min?"

The other doctors laughed. "My, my. Hasn't Sujinnie grown up into such an elegant lady? As expected from a child of Dr. Kang!"

The atmosphere between the doctors was light and friendly. But Sujin's taught spine and tense shoulders made Seojun uncomfortable.

"And who might you be young man?" The laughing doctor turned to Seojun.

"Oh, he's just..." Sujin stammered, "This is just Han Seojun. Say hello, Seojun." Sujin pressed his elbow meaningfully. "He works with me."

Seojun bowed politely. "How do you do?" He said, forcing the words out.

"Nice to meet you, young man." The laughing doctor smiled. Seojun decided he liked the man.

Dr. Kang, however, was looking at Sujin. His mouth was smiling but his eyes were stern. "Sujin-ah. Let's catch up. Sorry, Dr. Min, Dr. Hwang. You might have to continue the rounds without me."

"Oh no, no. Not at all. You take your time. We'll meet you in the board room."

The other two doctors took their leave. Kang Sujin tensed even more.

"Young man, why don't you give me and my daughter some privacy?" Dr. Kang said, his tone suddenly curt. Seojun could see the resemblance between him and his daughter.

The man put a hand on Sujin's arm that from the side appeared just a gentle touch but Seojun could see that he was really digging his fingers into her flesh. He watched as Dr. Kang took Sujin to the side and glared at her with harsh eyes.

A father should not be looking at his daughter like that. Seojun thought.

Dr. Kang's face was red. He seemed angry but was repressing it because of the place they were in. He pointed a furious finger in Kang Sujin's face. Sujin, for her part, could only look at her shoes with an empty expression. Seojun had never seen her so compliant before.

Seojun didn't like what he was seeing. Was this what Sujin was talking about? Was this what she meant by double faced? A man who acted kindly in front of people but in reality was too stern?

When Dr. Kang shook Sujin, Seojun decided he had seen enough. He walked over to Dr. Kang and Sujin, putting an arm around her. She looked up at him, baffled.

"Han Seojun, go wait outside."

"Young man, what do you think you're doing?"

Seojun said nothing. Just pulled Sujin away by her shoulder.

"Yah, what are you—" Sujin didn't have time to protest. Seojun lowered his arm around her shoulder to her back, gently placing a hand over the same place her father had been grabbing her.

Quietly, the pair made it out of the hospital. Seojun made Sujin get into a cab with him. They rode in awkward silence, Sujin picking at her nails.

"My father tends to be stern." She began suddenly. "He doesn't like what I've chosen as a career. He wanted me to be a doctor."

Seojun said nothing. He thought nothing. He didn't think he had the right to.

"Don't tell anyone." Sujin said quietly.

Seojun chuckled. Who am I going to tell? The thought made him giggle for some reason.

It took Sujin a minute to figure out why he was chuckling. Him, Han Seojun, speaking to other people. The very thought... Then she started giggling too. "Ah, sorry. My bad." Seojun leaned back, watching Sujin as she continued to giggle.

At least my silence is good for something.