"Good evening sir." You bowed at the man wearing a baseball cap. "Welcome-" As your head raised, your voice muted.

He met your eyes with his. "Hyerin-ah." "Oppa.." You quickly recomposed yourself. "What would you like this evening sir?" "I want to talk to you.." You bit your lip. "I'm still working so-" "I'll wait." He cut you off. You looked at the time; 7:16PM. *My shift ends in two hours. Would he wait?* He then took your hand and squeezed it. "I'll wait even if it takes forever." It was as if he read your mind. You sighed in defeat. "Arasso.." Byunghun smiled in response as he let go of your hand.   After a bit after an hour, Byunghun was just staring out into the city when he heard the sound of something being placed on a table. He turned around and saw a cup of latte in front of him. "But I didn't order..?" He looked around and noticed you walking away from what seemed like you came by his table. He grinned at the latte art message. 'Just a bit more!'   By nine, your shift ended and you changed back to your casual clothes. Byunghun was already standing outside by the door, probably waiting for you. You hurriedly bade your colleagues goodbye and dashed out. "Mianhae! Did you wait long?" You bowed. He playfully knocked your head. "Of course I have!" You pouted. "Mian.." He then ruffled your hair and chuckled. "Kwaenchanayo. Anything for you." Your felt your cheeks burn up. *Why is he being so nice?* "C'mon. I'll walk you home."     The walk was quiet but not awkward. It was comfortable. You missed times like this with him. As you neared the park, Byunghun swerved and sat in the swings. You blinked at his actions but quietly followed and sat on the swing beside him. "Gomawo." He broke the silence. "Hm?" You hummed without looking at him. "For taking care of me." He smiled. "Ah, speaking of which, are you feeling well now?" "Nn. Thanks to you." "O-oh.. Nae.." You nodded. "It's not that big a deal.." "For me it is." You turned your head and fixed your eyes with each others. "Everything you do for me.. I remember every single thing." You averted your eyes awkwardly. "I've really never felt like this before." He chuckled. "And probably never will anymore." "What are you trying to say now?" You knitted your eyebrows as you looked at the ground. He was silent.   You looked at him and widened your eyes. You couldn't bear to watch as a tear rolled down his cheek. "O-oppa..?" "Eomma.. Left us for another man.." "M-mwo..?" You grew confused. "That's why.. I couldn't trust women easily.." He added. "I always thought they were so fickle.." You drew in a breath. *That's why-* "I got scarred. When Minjung-noona left, the wound reopened. But you Hyerin.." You flinched at the mention of your name. Byunghun looked at you. "You did the worst." A sharp pain shot through your heart. *M-mworago? He's the one who hurt me!* "But I won't hate you." He said before you could say anything. "More like I can't hate you." "Eh..?" You were taken aback. "Because then I'll have no one to love."   You let his words sink in and stayed quiet for a second before speaking up. "Wae? Why are you telling me this now?" Byunghun shook his head and sighed. "Molla. Maybe because I know we can never go back to the way things were before." You hold the rush of feelings so that it may not spill down. You clenched the cloth near your chest. *Why do those words hurt so much..?* "It's all my fault. I'm such an idiot." He looked up at the brig