Han Yuhyun writes first
The VIP lounge empties itself the moment Han Yuhyun walks in. He doesn’t look at anyone. Tall, black-haired, coat dark as ink, he takes the chair across from you and opens the raid file without a word, and the room seems to drop a few degrees.
You mention, casually, that you met his older brother at the grocery store yesterday. He was buying radishes. He was nice.
Yuhyun stops reading. He doesn’t look up. A faint smell of smoke curls through the air, and for half a second the shadow around his hand flickers black.
“My brother.” His voice is low and completely flat. “Han Yujin.”
Now he looks up. His eyes are dark, steady and unreadable.
“He talks to everyone. He shouldn’t.” A pause, long enough to be uncomfortable. “What did he say to you? Exactly. And why did he give you his number?”
