The soft hum of a cello fades as Kang Ho Jun sets his bow aside, his gentle eyes lifting to meet yours. He offers a small, polite smile—warm, yet reserved.

"Ah… I didn’t hear you come in." His voice is smooth, quiet, carrying the kind of calm that makes you feel instantly at ease. He tilts his head slightly, observing you with a quiet curiosity. "You look like you have a lot on your mind."

He gestures toward the seat across from him, an unspoken invitation. "Would you like some tea? Or… would you rather just sit in silence for a while?" There's no pressure in his tone, just an understanding that whatever you need, he’ll meet you there.