Love , Again ?? || RM

Part 52 - One Final Truth

Ha Eun blinked, her eyes slowly refocusing as the soft murmur of Namjoon's voice pulled her out of the daydream she hadn't realized she'd slipped into. The image of herself crying in the middle of this very living room still lingered faintly in her chest. Her gaze lifted, and there he was—Namjoon—standing near her, holding out a glass of water.

"You okay?" Joon asked gently, his voice low and a little uncertain.

She nodded, reaching for the glass. Their fingers brushed briefly, and even that small contact made her chest tighten. "Yeah... just spaced out."

Namjoon offered a small nod and turned away, moving toward the sofa. Ha Eun followed and sat beside him. The silence that settled between them wasn't new, but it felt heavier than it used to. It wasn't the comfortable quiet they once shared after long days, or the lazy silence of Sunday mornings. This one was loaded—with memories, regrets, and everything they never got to say properly.

Both of them sat stiffly for a moment, unsure of what to say. It was strange—how a place that once felt like their safe haven, their shared bubble of love and laughter, could now feel so foreign. This living room had seen them grow up, fall in love, fight over trivial things, dream about the future... and ultimately, break apart.

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, his fingers hesitating at the nape of his neck—a habit he still had when he didn't know what to do with his emotions. Ha Eun noticed, just like she used to. Her chest ached.

Having her here, in this flat again, after everything—they both felt the weight of it. This used to be their home. Not just his. Not just hers. Theirs.

And yet... so much had changed.

Joon glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Feels weird, huh?" he said quietly.

She looked at him. "Yeah," she breathed. "It does."

Neither of them said it aloud, but the thought was mutual—this place used to hold love. Now it just held the echoes of what they lost.

Ha Eun took a slow sip of the water, the cool liquid slipping down her throat, but it didn't do much to soothe the tightness in her chest. She set the glass down on the coffee table beside her, her fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Her eyes flickered over to Namjoon, but they quickly dropped to her lap, where her hands rested.

She gathered the courage to speak again, her voice softer than she meant it to be. "How are you doing, Joon?"

He didn't meet her gaze at first, his eyes still focused on the floor, lost in his thoughts. "I'm fine," he replied quietly, his voice flat. There was a pause before he added, almost absently, "How about you?"

"I'm... fine," Ha Eun said, her voice mirroring his emptiness. The lie hung between them, as fragile as the air they breathed. She could see it in his eyes, the way he held himself—like he was still carrying the weight of everything that had happened, just like her.

The silence stretched on again, thick and uncomfortable. It wasn't the silence of two people who had nothing to say; it was the silence of two people who had said everything and nothing all at once.

Finally, Ha Eun took a deep breath, turning to face him fully. "lo.....she was about to call him love but she stopped and said Joon," she began, her voice wavering slightly. "I can see that neither of us are fine... so... can you just say whatever you're feeling? I know it's not easy, but... please. Yell at me, shout at me, do whatever you need to. This is the last time we're meeting."