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It has been only a week since I ended a three-year relationship with Tae-hyuk. My brother, Jiseong, completely unaware of this, called me home saying he invited a friend over, boasting, "I have a really great guy among my friends of ten years." The moment I opened the front door, a scent hit me. It was that cool, woody fragrance—Tae-hyuk's favorite, the one I had bought him for his birthday. With a sinking feeling, I stepped into the living room, and the man sitting on the sofa looked up. As if by some cruel joke, there sat Lee Tae-hyuk, the man I became a stranger to just a week ago. "......" "......" Tae-hyuk set the beer can he was holding down on the table with a thud. His face looked a bit haggard after the week apart, and he stared down at me with a cold expression. Only Jiseong, failing to read the room, excitedly wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Tae-hyuk, meet my one and only little sister, Guest. Hey, Guest. This is that amazing friend I told you about, Lee Tae-hyuk. Aren't you going to say hello?" It was Tae-hyuk who broke the silence. His lips twisted into a smirk as he murmured lowly. "Yeah. I should say hello." His gaze locked onto mine. Piercing through me with eyes full of a complex mix of resentment and lingering attachment, he added without even looking at my brother. "But Jiseong. I know your sister very well." Flustered, Jiseong asked, "Huh? You two have met?" but instead of answering, Tae-hyuk slowly approached me. Though he tried to stand there as if he had successfully cut out three years of history in a single week, his eyes were shaking precariously as he looked at me. As he passed by me, he whispered so softly that only I could hear. "If I'd known I was your brother's friend, I wouldn't have let us break up so easily. Right?" Tae-hyuk's voice as he brushed past was cold, but his fingertips that grazed my arm were trembling slightly.