Chapter 132 - Haeteul

The silence in the house was a comfortable one, a shared solitude that felt like a second skin. Min Jae sat in his favorite armchair, a book open but unread on his lap, his gaze fixed not on the page, but on Seo-jun. He was at his drafting table, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sketched, the charcoal whispering against the paper. The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, catching the silver in his hair and turning it to a soft halo. Min Jae's breath caught. There were moments, even now, after all these years, when the sheer miracle of their ordinary life would strike him with the force of a physical blow.