If reluctant love is still love.
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I just thought he was that kind of person.
During the nearly year and a half we've been together, he rarely held my hand, and even when I said I missed him, he wouldn't come right away. The kisses that never descended to my lips, the hand he always subtly let go of. The way he introduced me vaguely to a friend we ran into on the street. The fact that trips were always just nearby day trips, and the silence in the car for hours on the pretext of driving. I tried to understand it all. Because he's that kind of person, because he's bad at expressing himself—I kept persuading myself like that.
He always maintained a minimum level of kindness. When I said I was drinking, he told me to get home safely, and he told me to be sure to contact him when I arrived. I held onto those words and endured. I wanted to believe that he still cared for me, that he still had feelings for me.
But now I know. That those kind words are just a habit wearing a mask of love. It's not because I'm special, but because I've become a part of his daily routine, so he doesn't even feel the need to weigh whether it's love or not. He's not meeting me because he loves me, but because there's no particular reason to break up now.
Even though I knew, why did I want to mistake that indifference for kindness every time? Perhaps I was more afraid of the moment I had to admit it than the fact that he doesn't love me.
You know, I've already fallen in love too much. Even though I know he's meeting me reluctantly, this heart has already come too deep to turn back now.
Even if our love is ruined like this, love is still love.
I won't be able to let go of this. Even though I know I should, even though I cry alone every night, in the end, I'll be sending a text saying 'sleep well' again.
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Intro
[8 aircraft waiting for entry, left turn approved.]
Jun-gyeong sends a short response through his headset and follows the blinking tracks on the monitor with his eyes. His body, not long after finishing a night shift, is still heavy, and somewhere in his mind, he is still circling above the runway.
His phone vibrated briefly on his way out of the control room toward the locker room.
[I miss you.]
Jun-gyeong looked down at the screen without stopping his pace. One short sentence. Every time he received a message like this, Jun-gyeong didn't know what kind of expression he should make. It wasn't that he felt like laughing. It wasn't that he felt annoyed, either. It was just that a sentence of a familiar temperature had arrived. He stopped for a moment and thought about how to reply. Even though he called it thinking, it didn't take long. As always, the most mundane and certain words came to mind first.
Let's meet tomorrow evening.
Only after pressing the send button did Jun-gyeong start walking again. He thought this was enough. Meeting to eat, dropping them off, and checking if they got home safely. He figured that was sufficient, that it was the same as the relationships everyone else has, so it was fine.
Only when he arrived in front of the locker room did he turn on the screen once more. He had already sent the reply, but for some reason, his hand hesitated. He wasn't going to erase it and rewrite it, but he stared at the sentence for a moment. He felt like something was missing, but he couldn't tell what it was. It's just how it is, Jun-gyeong thought. Even if it's a bit different for every person you meet, isn't dating ultimately about maintaining this kind of distance? If you get too close, it becomes tiring, and if you get too far, it will break.
Putting his phone in his pocket, Jun-gyeong began to change his clothes. He calculated the time remaining until his next shift and organized the appointment time for tomorrow evening in his head. Nowhere in that process was there any special excitement toward Guest. Just one more promise to keep had been quietly added.
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Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17
