I hope you're happy with yourself, was the look Sujin was giving Seojun as his mother clung to him, weeping.

"But you only just arrived. Can't you stay longer?"

"I'm sorry, Eomma. But we have to get back." Seojun tried to console his mother but couldn't find the strength to push her away. Gowon, the wiser of the siblings, pulled her mother away. "I'll visit you again, Eomma. I promise." Seojun assured.

"Sujinnie, it was lovely to have met you." Seojun's mother clung to Sujin next. Sujin hugged back, this time more prepared to receive Mrs. Han's unabashed affection.

"I'll visit you too, Mrs. Han. Remember, you still have those clients you wanted to introduce to me." Sujin consoled.

"Why yes!" Mrs. Han exclaimed. "In all the fuss I almost forgot! Here." She handed Sujin a folded piece of paper. Sujin unfolded it to find fifty or so names and numbers listed down. "These are some of the people I wanted you to talk to. They could really use help with their businesses."

Seojun looked at the long list, aghast. "Eomma, that's practically everyone in town!"

"Oh, shush! I'm sure Sujin's company could use the business."

It occurred to Seojun that his mother didn't exactly understand the level at which Move Consulting operated. He realized she might have gotten the impression that Move Consulting was a small business since they were working with such an inconsequential flower shop.

"Eomma, she already works with—"

Sujin swatted Seojun's face away casually, "Thank you for the list, Eomeonim. I will be sure to get in touch with them soon." Mrs. Han smiled at her and hugged her again.

"Aigoo. Our Sujinnie is so kind." The woman smushed Sujin's face in her hand. Sujin grinned like a child. "Your parents must be so proud of you."

Sujin's smile faltered, "Yes, Eomeonim. They're very proud." She lied.

The last call for boarders sounded. Seojun and Sujin said their final goodbyes before departing. Since the booking was last minute, they could only get what remaining seats were left in the Economy Class. Sujin ended up on the one side of the car and Seojun on the other. Which was just as well since Sujin didn't feel like talking to Seojun.

Each row in the car had two pairs of seats facing each other. Sujin found herself sitting with three elderly ladies, one to her left and the other on the seats across from her. From where she sat, she could see Seojun adjusting himself as a very large man took the seat beside him. Across from him sat a mother and a very rowdy looking child. Sujin laughed silently as she saw the large man squish Seojun against the window and the child throw his food right in the middle of his chest.

The train sped on and soon, Sujin was drifting off into sleep. The chatter of the old ladies felt like a lullaby. She jolted awake when the train made one of its stops. The three women got off, but Sujin and Seojun still had a long way to go.

When the train started moving, Sujin fell back into sleep.

"At least one of us is enjoying the ride back home."

Sujin peeled one eye open. Seojun had come over and taken the seat across from her. But no, it couldn't be Seojun. Seojun had left the station in his green t-shirt and grey sweats with a hoodie thrown on. This Seojun was wearing black jeans, a black and white striped shirt and a denim jacket. Sujin realized that she might still be asleep and dreaming about Seojun.

Drowsily, she waved a dismissive hand and closed her eyes. She shifted to find a comfortable position, leaning her head against the window. Dream Seojun got up and took the seat beside her.

"Lean on me if you want." He offered. Sujin peeled one eye open again and considered. Then slowly moved to place her head on his shoulder. It felt nice. His shoulders were bony, and she had to crane her neck up a bit since he was so tall, but Sujin preferred it to the hard window. To make herself more comfortable, she linked their arms together and hugged his shoulder. She could feel him stiffen in awkwardness.

How shy, she thought.

He smelled of flowers, a bunch of them mixed together. It reminded her of the shop and gave her a warm feeling of comfort. She smiled in her sleep.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked quietly. His voice was deep and rich. Like chocolate.

"Flowers and chocolates," Sujin said as she snuggled in. She opened her eyes and they fell on Seojun's neck. It was long, swan like, without a single blemish or freckle. Sujin wondered what it would be like to print a red kiss on Seojun's skin.

Aish, since when did I start having such dirty thoughts?

"You can have the flowers from my shop. I'll be going out of business anyway."

Sujin chuckled sleepily, "Paying me in flowers, eh? For all my hard work."

"Better than peanuts, no?"

Sujin chuckled again.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you."

Sujin didn't respond. This was Dream Seojun. He was only telling her what she wanted to hear. Sujin didn't want false apologies. But she would like some assurance.

"Do you hate me?"

After a pause, Dream Seojun answered, "No. I don't hate you... I don't think I can."

Sujin smiled through a yawn and closed her eyes again. She could feel sleep taking over slowly.

"You said... that I was... like Changmin." Her words trailed off in the middle as she kept herself from dozing off.

She heard Seojun gulp, "He was good to me, you know. When he was good. He was always there for me. Always. No matter what. I... I didn't just lose Seyeon when things went bad. I lost Changmin too." Seojun was quiet for a minute. "I worry that one day, you'll decide you don't like me too. One day... I might mess up and like Changmin, you'll decide you hate me. And you'll throw me away like you did Jukyung and Suho."

Sujin heard the words, but she was gone now. Through the haze she managed to mumble. "I won't ever hate you... Seojun... I don't think I can."

It was her own snoring that woke her up. Sujin suddenly jolted upright, one side of her face sore from having leaned against the window for so long. She rubbed it and wiped away the drool that had been dripping from her mouth.

A man was seated beside her, focusing on the newspaper. Across from her two girls sat, chatting. Sujin checked the time on her phone. They were almost to the station. Sujin looked for Seojun where he had been sitting but he wasn't there.

Did I miss the stop? Did he get off? She sat up and looked around. The trained slowed down. Sujin's brain wasn't awake enough for her to see whether this was her stop or not. All train stations seemed the same to her. She looked at the signs but they all spelled gibberish.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to get home?" Seojun appeared in her row, his luggage trailing behind him. He grabbed her suitcase from the overhead bin and Sujin followed him out, still wiping the sleep from her face. She smacked her cheeks and was horrified when she saw her reflection in one of the windows. Her hair was all messy and her face was puffy. She combed through her hair as they walked down the platform.

Seojun sighed, "Aigoo. Would you hurry up?"

"Shut up. You could have woken me, you know." Sujin grumbled.

"You seemed pretty tired." Seojun eyed her. Sujin eyed him back. Something about his appearance irked her but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"You—" She suddenly said, "You weren't wearing that when we left." She eyed his black jeans, his white and black striped shirt and denim jacket.

"I had to change. Some kid pelted me with porridge and ruined my shirt."

"Oh." Sujin trailed behind Seojun as he dragged both of their suitcases. "I haven't called my driver." She informed Seojun. "We'll have to take a taxi."

"No need. I have a friend picking us up." Seojun said mysteriously.

Good. I'll get to meet Chorong. Sujin thought. She liked the big guy and was happy Seojun had someone that friendly working with him.

Sujin's happiness faded once she saw where Seojun was heading. Towards a very familiar black car. And a very familiar, ridiculously handsome man in a suit.

"Welcome back!" Suho said, hugging Seojun.

"Sorry for the trouble."

"No, not at all. I was just surprised Sujin wanted me to come." Suho looked at Sujin whose mouth was hanging open. "I'm guessing it wasn't really her that wanted me here." Suho realized.

Under the pretense of getting the suitcase, Seojun leaned closer and whispered in Sujin's ear with an evil grin, "I hope you like a taste of your own medicine."

This damn man... Sujin thought. "I'm taking a taxi." She declared and tried to storm off. But Seojun grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back.

"Oh no you don't. You don't get to run away." Sujin kicked the air, trying to get free, but Seojun was stronger than her and held her in place without much effort. Suho raised a brow at the two but said nothing.

"Yah, Han Seojun. There will be revenge for this." Sujin hissed at him.

Seojun, unaffected, only smiled. "I don't doubt it."

They got into the car, Sujin in the back while the boys sat upfront. She huffed in silence as the two conversed easily. Suho dropped Seojun off at the flower shop. When Sujin tried to get out, Seojun shut her door from the outside.

"You're going home." He declared. "The shop's staying closed so there's nothing for you to do here."

"I still have to—"

"The scandal will be there tomorrow for you to deal with. Go rest." Seojun waved to Suho and Suho began to drive.

"Mwo-ya..." Sujin grumbled. She crossed her arms and slouched back in her seat as Suho drove.

"How was your trip?" Suho asked. Sujin didn't respond. "You went to Seojun's hometown, didn't you?" He prodded further. Sujin still didn't respond but it was killing her to stay quiet. She and Suho had never fought before, at least never like this. The longest she had gone without speaking with him was the week he had to take care of his father and wasn't able to make time for calls.

The car came to a screeching halt. Suho turned back in his seat. "What exactly are you so mad about? I'm the one who should be mad." He scolded.

Sujin glared at him. "I'm getting off." Sujin went for the door but Suho locked it from his controls. "Let me out." Sujin demanded.

"Not until we talk about this. What exactly did I do?"

Sujin couldn't say it. She felt it was pathetic if she actually admitted her petty feelings out loud.

Suho sighed and turned back, clutching the steering wheel. "If you're mad that I liked Jukyung... then I can't apologize for that. I like her, Sujin. That won't change."

A tear escaped Sujin's eye.

"I don't remember exactly what I said to you. But I may have been harsh—"

"You weren't harsh. You were angry. I get that." Sujin wiped her cheek. Suho looked back at her. "I'm sorry. For what I was going to do to Jukyung." Sujin realized it didn't matter whether she had gone back on her intention to have Jukyung fired. The fact that she had intended to do so was the problem.

"You ignored me." Suho said, sounding hurt. "I thought our friendship was stronger than that."

Sujin clenched her jaw. "You knew. About my feelings. And all this time, you never said anything."

Suho looked away, staring blankly. "I never knew. I was never sure. But I had an inclination." He exhaled deeply. "I'm sorry Sujin. But I don't see you that way. And I never will."

Sujin's eyes filled up at that statement.

Suho continued. "And I tried. Trust me, I tried to get some feeling, some spark. But somethings just... don't work. I didn't want to seem presumptuous by just confronting you about it. And I didn't want to embarrass you either. I was worried that if I said something, that our friendship would be over. I thought that in time... you'd understand."

Sujin's lower lip trembled as tears spilled out. She sucked it in.

"I'm really sorry, Sujin-ah."

Kang Sujin wasn't one to cry easily. She was tough and she knew it. But there were certain moments that even the toughest people needed to let out their pain. Silently, Sujin wept in the back of Suho's car. Silently, he kept her company. Afterwards he drove her home.

"You need me to stay with you?"

Sujin could use the company. But she knew that Suho wasn't the person for it.

"No. I'll be fine." She told him.

"Sujin-ah, we're cool, right?"

In response, Sujin hugged him. "Yeah. We're cool."

Seojun had been right. Sujin did need rest. She couldn't remember anything beyond saying goodbye to Suho when she woke up the next morning. She had a vague recollection of taking her shoes off and throwing her suitcase to one side. She remembered dreaming of flowers and chocolates but couldn't remember the dream exactly.

Feeling refreshed, Sujin got ready for work. After a week of being away from the office, she didn't feel like going back. The motivation she had before about rushing to the office wasn't there anymore which was a strange experience for Sujin who normally lived for her work.

It must be nerves, she reasoned. Afterall, her exit from work had been a dramatic one. People were sure to make conjectures about her now that she was returning.

Should she even return? Was she welcome? She hadn't discussed it with Suho. True, she had been in touch with everyone about Seojun's incident but beyond that she had let go of all responsibilities of her position for the past week. Suho had let her be, a gesture she was grateful for now. But it would have been nice to have discussed what the next step was here.

With this unsurety, Sujin entered her office. She expected someone to tell her to leave or for people to stare at her and whisper to each other in gossip. But instead, she was welcomed with a very surprised Taehoon who jumped at the sight of her.

"Kang Leader-nim? KANG LEADE-NIM! You're back!" The pure joy and relief on his face surprised her. Taehoon ran towards her with a couple of files in hand. "Kang Leader-nim! Where were you? Do you know how awful it was managing everything without you? The clients have been dying to get back in touch with you." He unloaded the files in Sujin's hands.

Suddenly, Sujin was surrounded by most of her subordinates in a mob like fashion. Each person deposited some sort of file, folder or paper that needed her reviewing.

"Kang Leader-nim! Is that really you! Whaaaa, I can't believe you've returned. And just in time too. I need your help with—"

"It's Kang Leader-nim! She's back! Leader-nim, we messed up a bit with Roger. Can you please talk to him?

"Kang Leader-nim! The board are asking you to send in this report."

"Kang Leader-nim!"

"Kang Leader-nim!"

"Kang Leader-nim!"

By the time Sujin reached from the entrance to her office, she had a tall tower of work that she needed to address. The pile was so tall that Sujin couldn't even see in front of her.

"Let me get that for you." One of the employees said, getting her door for her.

"Phew!" Sujin exclaimed, putting everything on her desk. "I leave for one week and this is what happens." She said to herself. She turned to thank the employee that had helped her, "Thank you. I—" Lim Jukyung stood there; her mouth upturned in an unsure smile.

"We all missed you, Kang Leader-nim." Jukyung said before she left. Sujin could only nod.

It felt good to be back. But at the same time, something was missing. It felt like something had burrowed a little hole in Sujin's heart. And Sujin couldn't figure out what or why.

"Glad to have you here again." Suho appeared, his hands in his pockets, leaning against her door.

"Glad to be back." Sujin said, half-heartedly.

"All good?" Suho eyed the pile of work she had to get to. Sujin looked at it and sighed.

"Take half?" She asked with a hopeful look.

Suho took a quarter of the files on her pile. "Smaller half." He grinned. Sujin grinned back. "Good to have you back, Kang Su." Outside the door, Sujin saw Jukyung watching Suho leave her office.

Bracing herself, Sujin walked up to Jukyung. "Lim Jukyung. Meet me outside."

All floors at Move had an open space in one corner, sort of like a patio where the employees could hang out and enjoy the fresh air. The space was lined with a beautifully structured railing and had artificial turf to give the place and outdoorsy feel. Sujin led Jukyung here to give them privacy.

"I don't feel like apologizing, because I wasn't actually going to reveal your relationship with Suho." Sujin said, feeling defensive. She crossed her arms, "Ask Suah. I gave her a different file and she forgot about it."

Jukyung didn't respond.

"But... I realize I shouldn't have done it in the first place. I was wrong and I'm sorry."

It was strange. Sujin was the one apologizing, but Jukyung was the one looking sorry.

The silence made Sujin babble. "I... I've always been taught that I had to be on top. I know now how wrong that is. When I saw that you had Suho... I felt like I was losing. And I don't like to lose. So, I was going to stomp you out." Sujin licked her lips. "That was cruel. I didn't realize how deeply it could hurt you. And how... how I was going to lose an amazing employee. I hope..." Sujin's voice cracked, "I hope you don't let this affect your impression of the company. We're lucky to have you, you know. I regret what I did. Deeply." Sujin's mouth shriveled up as she held back her tears.

What is this? I keep crying so much these days.

"I was scared. You're someone so powerful, Kang Leader-nim. I was scared that everyone would judge me, and I wouldn't be able to get a job anywhere."

Sujin sniffled.

You and him are exactly like.

Who?

Changmin. You do whatever you want and never think about how other people might feel.

Sujin felt her skin crawl. "I'm sorry I made you feel like that, Jukyung-ah. I'm not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to apologize."

Jukyung heaved a sigh and came forward to hug Sujin. "I'd already forgiven you, Kang Leader-nim. You're someone I admire very much."

Sujin hugged her back. The girls shared a nice moment together.

It only ended by the shrill sound of someone yelling, "Kang Leader-nim! Lim Jukyung!"

Suah appeared from behind one of the pillars, having heard the entire apology. She ran up to the girls and joined in on the hug. "Yaaay-yay-yay. I missed you, Leader-nim! I'm so glad you've made up!"

Suah jumped around and Jukyung joined her. Kang Sujin was made to jump impromptu. The women orbited around one spot and Suah and Jukyung squealed together while Kang Sujin did her best to look dignified in the matter.

"Kang Leader-nim!" Taehoon's voice reached them before he did. Suah and Jukyung held out their arms to welcome him in the hug.

Sujin held out an arm to stop him. "No boys!"

"Aish!" Taehoon said, looking frustrated. "Leader-nim, I'm here to get you. Lee Leader-nim is calling you. Have you seen the news?"

"Huh?" All three girls said at once.

On the TV in Suho's office, a news clip was playing.

An announcer on the news was talking while a picture of a sweet looking boy was being shown in one corner of the screen.

"The victim Jung Seyeon had been just sixteen when he took his own life. Recently, an online influencer by the name of Han Seojun had been rumored to have been the bully that caused the victim to such extreme measures. The suicide note however, paints a different picture. The mother of the victim has released a statement, claiming that The Gunju Group heir, Kim Changmin was the one responsible for her son's death."

Seyeon's picture was replaced by an image of a tall, intimidating building marked with the logo of "Gungju Group"—one of the most powerful conglomerates in South Korea.

"There is no confirmation yet about whether the complaint has satisfied the pro forma statutory requirements for a civil complaint. The legality of this issue is still a hot debate. However, the police have verified that the suicide note found in the victim's belonging is indeed genuine. Whether or not this becomes a criminal matter is to be seen."

"Does that mean, what I think it means?" Kang Sujin asked Suho.

"Jung Seyeon's mother has filed a lawsuit against Kim Changmin. What the hell happened at Seojun's home?"

Sujin blinked. What the hell indeed. "Has Seojun seen this?"

"We don't know." Suho said.

Taehoon piped up, "Should we send someone or—"

"I'm going. You guys stay here."

Back at the flower shop, Chorong was showing Seojun the same live broadcast on his phone. Seojun's eyes were wide with rage. They softened when Seyeon's picture appeared on screen but then the fury dialed up to eleven when Gunju Group's building appeared.

"So, you're in the clear now, right?"

"The letter... is there anyway I can read it?" Seojun croaked. His throat felt like there were needles in it.

"Yeah, I think I can find it online. I think his mother actually published it."

Chorong found a redacted version of the letter. It was a full eleven pages and most of it was about what Changmin had done.

"Here. They've blacked out most of it because its too disturbing for public. I can't find the full version." Chorong handed over his phone.

Seojun looked at the pictures of the note. The pages were right out of their school notebooks. Seojun could recognize the familiar lines. Seyeon's writing was just as neat as it always had been. There were words where the ink had run because of droplets of some kind. Seojun realized the droplets were tears. Seyeon had cried when he had written it. The paper seemed worn and creases made some words difficult to read. The article with the note had the content typed out beneath each picture.

Seojun read it, read Seyeon's last words. The room spun a little and Seojun had to sit on the floor, back against the counter. All of the flowers leaned in, in despair as they saw Seojun read Seyeon's last goodbye. He told his parents that he loved them and that he was sorry, but he didn't think they would ever understand. He told a cousin he was close to, that he wished him well. He told an uncle he had been grateful for all of the guidance throughout his life. And finally, he told Seojun how grateful he was that Seojun had defended him and had stuck his neck out for him, even getting bullied himself.

I'm sorry, Seojun-ah. But I'm not as strong as you are. I still want you to know, that because of you, it got a little better. I will always be grateful to you and your friendship. I just wish things had turned out differently. But please know, I don't blame you. For any of it. Ever.

The little bell on his door tinkled then. Seojun looked up and only then did he notice Chorong holding him from the side. Or the fact that he was shaking with tears.

Kang Sujin stood there; her hair whipped back as if she had just run. The look on her face said it all.

"You knew, didn't you? You knew there was a letter."

Sujin's lip trembled. "Seyeon's father had it. He hadn't told his mother, though. I don't know what changed his mind."

Seojun chuckled sarcastically. "You don't know? You made this happen and you don't know?"

Sujin came to him and got to her knees. She wiped his tears away as Chorong held on. "I didn't think he would listen."

Seojun looked at her, wide eyed and pale, "Why didn't you tell me about the letter?"

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

Tears burst out from Seojun's eyes and he hugged Chorong's cellphone. As if it could bring him some comfort. Chorong and Sujin hugged Seojun. The doorbell tinkled again. Someone's head peered in. Sujin noticed multiple heads looking in through the glass storefront.

"Um, excuse me... I just saw on the news. Is the shop owner—" The woman who had stuck her head in stopped when she saw Seojun lying on the ground. She was an elderly lady. A regular at the shop. Seojun remembered her usual order. She often bought flowers for when she visited her newly married daughter on the weekends.

"Omo. Gwenchana? Boy, are you alright?" The woman burst in and behind her, three more people stuck their heads in through the door.

"Is he alright?"

"How is he?"

"Can we come in?"

The old woman came to Seojun to comfort him. "Oh, you poor boy. I rushed over as soon as I saw the news. This entire ordeal must have been devastating to you."

The three heads were followed by their bodies into the shop. "Oppa, we're so sorry about what happened." One of them said.

"Yeah. We honestly misjudged you."

"Are you alright? It looks like you just found out too."

More people came in. More chatter to comfort Seojun sounded. He looked at everyone, dumbfounded.

"You—you're all here for me?" He couldn't believe it.

"Of course!" The old woman said. "You've served us well, for however short a time."

"And we're sorry we believed in those rumors about you killing your best friend!"

"Yeah, we just read the letter. You actually helped him didn't you?" One of the girls said guiltily.

A few men stood to the corner too. The place was suddenly filled to the brim with people, all there to support Seojun.

"Dear me! Look at the state of you, boy! Let me put some tea on. Is there a kitchen here?"

"Upstairs." Chorong pointed.

Seojun burst out crying, still not believing this was happening.

As people came over to comfort Seojun, he tightly held onto Sujin's dry and craggy hand. With so much love and support around him, Seojun knew, that despite everything. He would be alright.