“That damn Team Leader Kye… telling me to hurry and get the interview done. Go and dig for information. It hasn’t even been a week since the funeral, is that even human? No, that’s not human behavior. I told them that’s not right… why do they always have to be so pushy with me, what right do they have, so unlucky…”

It was a total ramble, but Juhan roughly understood.

These were already news he had heard. People in the industry, collectors, everyone was curious. What would happen to after suddenly losing its founder? What about the collections there?

Given Eunsu’s nature, she would have found it difficult to probe the family under such circumstances, especially being the ex-girlfriend, she might have been more strongly opposed.

Having attended the funeral was already a tough decision made out of moral obligation; she certainly wouldn’t have wanted to meet again for an interview.

“Hey! What are you going to do? How are you going to take responsibility? I need my salary to pay into my savings and repay loans, this shi… Wait, why am I talking about you taking responsibility? What are you to me?”

After shouting, Eunsu suddenly switched to a calmer tone.

“Don’t misunderstand. I’ve been taught to always attend funerals, especially for parents, so I went because I thought I should.”

“I understand. Thank you.”

That was all Juhan could manage to say. After hearing his words, Eunsu was quiet for a while and then said,

“If we had remained friends, I could have comforted you more.”

Juhan couldn’t say anything in response.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Only a very faint sound, maybe breathing or the wind, could be heard.

Unable to hang up first, he listened to the silence for a long time, then finally realized that Eunsu had fallen asleep and swallowed a hollow laugh.

Still, in case, just maybe Eunsu’s voice might be heard again, he hesitated before finally pressing the call end button.

He couldn’t sleep at all that night.

After several days of agonizing, Juhan came to his own conclusion.

Maybe they could become friends again.

Just like when they first got close, seeing each other often, acting nonchalantly, talking about trivial things, sharing bits of daily life.

Today it seemed like Eunsu didn’t remember that call at all, and she didn’t seem likely to easily cooperate with his plans, but Juhan wasn’t ready to give up.

A faint smile flickered across Juhan’s lips as he thought of the childish wish coupon in his pocket, then disappeared.

…How did I end up here?

Eunsu sighed deeply as she looked up at the building of .

[I have one question. Is this desk really around 300,000 won?]

A few days after visiting Kiwoo’s film promotion agency and leaving, Juhan cautiously contacted her again. She had resolved to ignore him, but the content of his message was too difficult to dismiss, so she ended up replying.

[Who said that? Seems like there’s a zero missing at the end.] [One of the employees wants to take it at that price. There are also scratch marks on the corner.] “Do you not know? I interviewed him directly for a special feature, at .”

Juhan didn’t know how to respond immediately. Eunsu’s words didn’t seem real to him.

For Juhan, his father was someone he hadn’t seen since he was 13. He knew his father had opened a fairly large vintage furniture shop in Seochon, but he had intentionally tried not to pay attention.

That’s why he never thought to mention it to Eunsu.

Whether Juhan replied or not, Eunsu continued her drunken babble.

“Forget it. I’ve quit the magazine job. I’m unemployed now. Because of you, I’m unemployed!”

Juhan contemplated whether to ask why it was his fault, but Eunsu continued on her own.

“That damn Team Leader Kye… telling me to hurry up and get the interview done. Go and dig up some information. It hasn’t even been a week since the funeral, is that even human? No, that’s not human behavior. I told them it’s not right… why do they always have to be so pushy with me, what right do they have, so unlucky…”

It was a complete ramble, but Juhan roughly understood.

These were already news he had heard. People in the industry, collectors, everyone was curious. What would happen to after suddenly losing its founder? What about the collections there?

Given Eunsu’s nature, she would have found it difficult to probe the family under such circumstances, especially being the ex-girlfriend, she might have been more strongly opposed.

Having attended the funeral was already a tough decision made out of moral obligation; she certainly wouldn’t have wanted to meet again for an interview.

“Hey! What are you going to do? How are you going to take responsibility? I need my salary to pay into my savings and repay loans, this shi… Wait, why am I talking about you taking responsibility? What are you to me?”

After shouting, Eunsu suddenly switched to a calmer tone.

“Don’t misunderstand. I’ve been taught to always attend funerals, especially for parents, so I went because I thought I should.”

“I understand. Thank you.”

That was all Juhan could manage to say. After hearing his words, Eunsu was quiet for a while and then said,

“If we had remained friends, I could have comforted you more.”

Juhan couldn’t say anything in response.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Only a very faint sound, maybe breathing or the wind, could be heard.

Unable to hang up first, he listened to the silence for a long time, then finally realized that Eunsu had fallen asleep and swallowed a hollow laugh.

Still, in case, just maybe Eunsu’s voice might be heard again, he hesitated before finally pressing the call end button.

He couldn’t sleep at all that night.

After several days of agonizing, Juhan came to his own conclusion.

Maybe they could become friends again.

Just like when they first got close, seeing each other often, acting nonchalantly, talking about trivial things, sharing bits of daily life.

Today it seemed like Eunsu didn’t remember that call at all, and she didn’t seem likely to easily cooperate with his plans, but Juhan wasn’t ready to give up.

A faint smile flickered across Juhan’s lips as he thought of the childish wish coupon in his pocket, then disappeared.

…How did I end up here?

Eunsu sighed deeply as she looked up at the building of .

[I have one question. Is this desk really around 300,000 won?]

A few days after visiting Kiwoo’s film promotion agency and leaving, Juhan cautiously contacted her again. She had resolved to ignore him, but the content of his message was too difficult to dismiss, so she ended up replying.

[Who said that? Seems like there’s a zero missing at the end.] [One of the employees wants to take it at that price. There are also scratch marks on the corner.]