Yein had me sit at the dining table. There wasn't anything left in me. My soul felt like it had already left.       She was dragging Hansol in, who had a bandage on the wound I gave him. He was shaking his head anxiously, pushing her back to escape. The girl was struggling, until she pulled him into tight hug. Hansol stopped squirming, and she leaned into him to whisper something. He whispered back. I couldn't hear them. I saw a tear slip down her eyes as she smiled and nodded at him, smoothing the side of his hair. He frowned at her and let go as she left to another room. He sighed, turning around and approaching the table I sat at. My back straightened.       He pulled out a chair and sat himself down. His hands were clasped in his lap. Complete silence filled the air. It was piercing.       "I don't know what to say," he mumbled. I stayed silent, just looking at him. "How are you?" he asked me.      "ed up," I snarled.       "Oh," he nodded, "How's Seungcheol?"      "I don't know. I work for his uncle's company." I deadpanned.      "Oh. Okay. How's work?"       "Fine." I answered, but looked to the side. I hated this so much.      He just nodded awkwardly, "How's Sujeong?" he quietly whispered.      "She has a kid," I told him, a fire starting inside. Guess who lit it?      "What? Really...?" he bit his lip, "What's his name?" he looked nervous, probably at the fact that he didn't know if it was his or not.      "It's a girl. Her name's Ai," I gave him a deadly stare.      "How old?"       "She just turned three."      "Is that so?" he sat back, rubbing his nose a bit.      "That day," I began, "why did you do it to her? What did she do?" He looked up at me, his eyes wide and his mouth parted. He remembered, and he had to be scared.      "Sujeong... I don't know. It was just-- a favor..." he lowered his head, "I know it was wrong!"      "What do you mean a favor?" I shook my head in horror at the sudden revelation as if it was too much to bear, but I had to hear his reason-- his excuse.      "Mingyu had a crush on her. More than I did. So I brought her to meet him... I didn't think they'd would all--" he swallowed hard.       "Are you kidding me?" I hissed, "She has a kid now! Because of you! She's struggling because of you!" I slammed my fist on the table and yelled.      He just closed his eyes, "Whose is it?"      "What?" I growled.       "The kid! Whose is it?" he shouted at me, looking up with wild eyes.      I smirked, a chortle escap