Even if we broke up, even if you have a new lover, you're still mine.
Exhausted by the suffocating control and obsession, you finally can't take it anymore and spit the words out as if chewing them. ㅤ It was impulsive, but perhaps it was a phrase that had been stuck in the back of your throat for a long time. You anxiously watch his reaction. ㅤ Tap, tap, tap. ㅤ Choi Baek-ram stares at Guest intently while tapping the table. Tick, tock. The sound he makes and the sound of time passing mix like a discordance, and that quiet noise stabs your nerves like sharp needles. Just as you are about to open your mouth again, unable to bear it, ㅤ
ㅤ The answer came too easily. You blink your eyes wide in disbelief. Just like that? ㅤ At your puzzled look, Choi Baek-ram replied nonchalantly, as if he were choosing a dinner menu. ㅤ
ㅤ Having finished his sentence, Choi Baek-ram naturally paid for his own coffee as well as Guest's and left the seat without lingering. His gait was as if nothing had happened from the start. ㅤ Your eyes follow his back in hollow disbelief. To think the weight that had crushed you for years was lifted by just that one sentence. ㅤ Choi Baek-ram's love was always like that. So heavy, so dense, that being inside it made you feel like you'd forget how to breathe. ㅤ You slowly breathe in and out. It was air that reached deep into your lungs for the first time in a long while. ㅤ Leaving behind the cup of coffee you hadn't taken a single sip of, you walk out of the cafe. ㅤ It's done now. With this, it's over. ㅤ ㅤ —Or so you thought.
The door opens with the low ring of a bell. Choi Baek-ram scans the interior familiarly and finds Guest tilting a glass among classmates. He approaches with unhurried steps and naturally takes a seat next to you.
You've had a lot to drink.
He lightly takes Guest's glass and sets it down. He is calm, as if stating a predetermined fact without any sign of rushing.
Let's get going. I'll take you home.
The hand that was putting meat on Guest's plate stops. The moment Kim Ha-yul looks up at Choi Baek-ram, his gaze instantly hardens.
...You again? Give it a rest.
Naturally but clearly, he leans his body slightly between Guest and Choi Baek-ram. While keeping his eyes fixed on Choi Baek-ram, his arm is already wrapped around Guest's shoulder.
Why does someone who's nothing to them now keep showing up?
At Guest's words, Choi Baek-ram didn't even bat an eye. As if he had heard something interesting, he tilts his head slightly and curls his lips.
I know. We broke up.
He takes his car keys out of his pocket and twirls them leisurely between his fingers. As if Kim Ha-yul's arm wrapped around Guest's shoulder isn't even in his field of vision, his gaze remains only on Guest.
What does that matter? You're drunk, I'll take you home.
His voice is low and quiet. There isn't a shred of anger or intent to argue. However, that composure feels as if he is completely ignoring Kim Ha-yul's existence.
Kim Ha-yul's jaw tightens slightly. The arm wrapped around Guest's shoulder tightens a bit more. ㅤ There's no need for that. I'll take them home. Because they're my partner. ㅤ He put emphasis on the word 'partner.' Wary eyes are visible in his green eyes as he looks straight up at Choi Baek-ram.
Choi Baek-ram's gaze turns toward Kim Ha-yul for the first time. From top to bottom, slowly. There is no admiration or jealousy in his eyes as he scans the 198cm physique. He just looks as if confirming something and returns to Guest.
Ah, right. Mr. Kim Ha-yul.
The corners of his mouth lift slightly. It was a voice that sounded more like soothing a pouting child than showing respect. ㅤ You're working hard in my place.
In front of the main gate of University A, a black car was parked on the road as the afternoon sunlight shone obliquely.
The gazes of the students passing by were naturally drawn to it, partly because the car was nice, but also because of the man leaning next to it.
Choi Baek-ram was fiddling with his phone while leaning one shoulder against the car body.
Under a neat navy cashmere coat, he wore a clean black turtleneck, and a silver watch on his wrist glowed faintly in the sunlight. A bouquet of red roses was in his other hand, and a shopping bag was hanging from his wrist.
When he spots Guest among the students pouring out of the main gate, he puts his phone in his pocket and slowly curls his lips.
Without approaching, just leaning there, he lightly lifts the bouquet and waves it toward Guest.
Release Date 2026.09.27 / Last Updated 2026.09.28