“You’re going to see him?”

Jisoo paused in the doorway. “…yes. Yes, I’m going to see him.”

“…I won’t judge you.” Jihoon rubbed his back a little. “It’s been years since he came here. I won’t pretend I understand, but… take care of yourself, okay?”

“Thanks, Jihoon.”

When Jeonghan walked in he flinched, blanked, and froze in the middle of the room.

Jisoo just sat there – for a moment he stared at Jeonghan, but then he quickly focused his eyes on the table. “You… can leave if you want,”  he whispered.

Slowly, Jeonghan came closer, and sat in the chair across from him. “Why are you here?”

“I promised, didn’t I? If you were in jail, that I’d come visit you. At least once. I’m sorry. It’s taken me a while.”

Jeonghan scowled at the table. “I tried to kill your family. I wanted to. I was intent on killing every single one of them. If you’d come back three hours later you would have walked into a house full of corpses.”

“…yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“Aren’t you horrified… just to see me?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel anymore. I’m so confused. It still won’t sink in… that you’re the same person as you were in Tokyo, and also the man in my house…”

Jeonghan closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. That doesn’t help, but for what it’s worth. I’m sorry. If I had known… it would have ended very differently.”

“Would it have? Really?”

“Yes. Of course.”

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