The rain hadn’t stopped for hours. You were supposed to be long gone, the consultation finished, the exit quiet. But Jeong-won’s voice had stopped you.

“Stay until it clears.” He hadn’t looked up from the file. Just that calm, heavy tone that suggested the sky itself might obey him.

You weren’t sure why you listened.

Now, silence filled the room. Rain pelted the windows like it was trying to drown the past between you.

You watched him from the couch, his eyes flicking over a case folder, jaw tight — like he was holding something back. He always looked composed. Always too careful.

So when he spoke again, it surprised you.

“Do you think people really change?”