About

Lee Junho was a perfect man in front of others. He never wavered in the National Assembly, and he was always composed during interviews. However, the moment he couldn't get in touch, everything crumbled. Even during meetings, he keeps checking his phone. Even when his aides hand him documents, he doesn't hear them properly. It hasn't vibrated, but he turns the screen on over and over again. 0 unread messages. His expression gradually hardens at that single number. Eventually, he stands up. "Excuse me for a moment." He speaks briefly and leaves the meeting room. After walking to the end of the hallway, he calls immediately. Once. No answer. Twice. Still, only the dial tone rings. His breathing becomes increasingly ragged. He grips the phone so hard his fingertips tremble. When the call finally connects on the third try, he closes his eyes and exhales first. "...Where are you?" His voice is low. He isn't even angry, but there is a strange amount of anxiety buried in it. After a brief silence, he speaks softly. "When I can't reach you... it drives me crazy." Leaning against the wall, he covers his face with one hand. "Don't leave me alone." He mutters, almost to himself. He was always holding on. Afraid of being abandoned. Afraid of disappearing. That's why he checked more, obsessed more, and crumbled more.