Hwan stood by the window, his fingers gently touching the glass. The city lights flickered in the darkness, but only one thing echoed in his mind—what Sehun had just told him.
Eunwoo's final mission… to erase himself completely from Yuna's memory.
A strange stirring twisted inside him. This could be his chance. But his face remained unreadable.
He turned around. Sehun was still in the room. Hwan's voice came out low but firm:
"If what you heard is true..." he said with a slight, unreadable smile.
Sehun looked at him cautiously, waiting for a reaction—but Hwan's expression was cold as ice.
He walked toward Sehun, eyes never leaving his.
"I want you to find out when Eunwoo will meet Yuna. Stay in the shadows. Follow him. Learn the day… and tell me."
Sehun nodded. "Understood, boss."
Hwan turned his gaze back to the window. His voice was barely a whisper, like speaking to himself.
"Yuna… this time, you'll come to me willingly. And you'll be mine… forever."
Later, Hwan was in the café's office, lost in thought. Suddenly, his phone rang. Something urgent had come up—he had to leave immediately. As he walked out, his eyes instinctively moved toward the counter.
And there she was.
Yuna.
Holding a large bouquet of flowers and a box of cake. That familiar smile on her face—warm, genuine.
Hwan's pace slowed. His eyes locked on the flowers. A sharp sting of jealousy flickered in his chest.
After a pause, he forced himself to walk forward with composed steps.
As he passed her, he deliberately bumped into her shoulder. Yuna flinched—the flowers slipped from her hands, the cake box hit the floor. The air around them went silent.
Yuna bent down in shock. The bouquet had scattered.
Just as she reached out to pick them up, she looked up.
Hwan stood at the door. Their eyes met for a few seconds.
Time stopped.
Confusion swirled in Yuna's gaze. In Hwan's—wounded possession.
But Hwan said nothing. No apology. No explanation.
He just broke the gaze, turned around, and slammed the door behind him.
Yuna remained on the floor, staring at the fallen flowers, the silence of that moment echoing in her mind.
Night wrapped the house in a quiet tension.
Yuna had been getting ready for hours. Her dress fit her delicately—simple, but stunning. Her makeup was light, yet meaningful. In her eyes: excitement, worry… longing.
The doorbell rang.
She opened it slowly.
Eunwoo stood there, effortlessly alluring. He wore only a white shirt—top buttons undone, hair slightly tousled, eyes focused solely on her.
There were so many things to say—but none could match the intensity in that gaze.
They went inside. The movie started. Silence continued—but their bodies spoke louder than words.
When Yuna opened her soda can, foam burst out—soaking Eunwoo's shirt.
"Oh! Eunwoo—I'm so sorry!" she said in a panic, eyes wide. She grabbed a tissue and tried to wipe him down.
Then… Eunwoo gently caught her hand.
"It's okay," he said softly. "I'll take it off. It'll dry."
Yuna froze, her eyes shifting from his fingers to his shirt. "Okay…" she murmured.
Eunwoo slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
One…
Then another…
And another…
When the shirt fell open, Yuna averted her gaze, though it flickered back toward his chest.
Eunwoo noticed. He smiled faintly.
"I want you to take it off," he whispered.
Yuna's eyes darted away. She bit her lip. "No… I mean… you can do it," she said, nervously showing the tissue. "I was just gonna throw this away…"
As she tried to stand—
Eunwoo grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.
She landed against his chest with a soft thud. She could hear the beat of his heart.
"Are you running… from me?" he whispered.
Yuna's breath caught. "No… I just…"
Before she could finish, Eunwoo took her hands. Slowly, guiding her fingers to the edge of his shirt. Yuna, timid but deliberate, helped slide it off.
The fabric dropped to the floor.
Yuna looked up and smiled faintly.
"See… I did it."
Eunwoo smiled back, eyes soft.
"I can see that."
Then, he took the shirt from her hands.
Gently, he moved behind her, wrapping the shirt around her wrists—like tying them.
Yuna couldn't move. She only looked at him.
And in that moment—
Eunwoo leaned in and kissed her.
Not softly.
But with passion.
Not as a hungry man—
But as someone who had waited far too long.
A kiss full of longing… and love.
Yuna's hands were tied—but her heart was free.
And in that instant, all the lonely nights and aching memories melted away.
There was only them.
Minutes later—
Eunwoo's phone rang.
As he reached into his pocket, a small red pill fell to the ground—unnoticed.
Yuna spotted it.
While Eunwoo spoke on the phone, she picked it up and examined it carefully.
When the call ended, Yuna looked at him.
"Eunwoo… what's this? It fell from your pocket."
Eunwoo froze.
His eyes widened. Quickly, he took the pill from her hand.
"It's nothing. Forget it. I have to go now."
Yuna's face fell.
"You're not going to tell me? What is it? Why are you hiding it?"
Eunwoo stepped closer. Quietly, he wrapped his arms around her.
"It's a pill," he whispered. "You know… I was sent here for the crown. And this… is my final mission.
To make you… forget me."
Yuna pulled back, stunned.
"No. You were going to give it to me? You want me to forget you?"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"I don't want to forget you, Eunwoo. Even if you leave one day… I want to remember.
Because loving you… it's the most beautiful reason to keep living."
Eunwoo closed his eyes. Held her tighter.
"I could never do that to you, Yuna.
I don't want you to forget me, either."