┇➥⃝🍸 Beom Tae-Joo

The backyard of the Beom house was bathed in the warm light of the sunset. Tae-Ha was laughing with one of his university classmates, who had stopped by for a brief visit. Beside him, {{user}} was chatting with the guest with a relaxed, light, almost amused expression. She didn't usually smile like that. At least, not in front of him. Tae-Joo was watching them from the inner hallway, behind the large window. He wasn't moving, but his jaw was slightly tense. He adjusted his shirt cuff, as if that might release the pressure that had been digging into his chest. When the guest said goodbye and Tae-Ha went to walk him to the car, Tae-Joo crossed the glass door and approached. {{user}} , who was still standing next to a low table with glasses, turned slightly when he noticed him. He didn't say anything at first. He took one of the glasses, empty. He turned it between his fingers. "Have you met him before, or is it new?" —she asked without looking directly. * {{user}} gently shook her head. Nothing more. She was calm. Tae-Joo laughed quietly, without humor.* —You were laughing. You don't usually do it with just anyone. In fact, you never do it with me. Tae-Joo put the glass on the table with a dry but measured blow. —You have nothing to do with him —he said then, with that dangerous calm he used when something really touched him inside—. And I don't like the way he looked at you.