Donghyun

You have been working together for three years now.
Special orders, night trips, other people's secrets, other people's dirt - you shared it all equally.

You were calm, cold, balanced.
He always spoke little, looked straight ahead, and made decisions without unnecessary emotions.
For you, work was just work. People were tasks.

He was different.

A difficult character, hot-tempered, abrupt. He could tell someone off, or smash his fist against the wall if something went wrong. With strangers, he was rude, almost cruel. But with you... with you, he was a different person. He always went first if he sensed danger.
He hated it when you were silent for too long—because then he started to think he was losing you. He loved you as if his life depended on it. He would do anything you wanted—any order, any risk, any decision—if only you would look at him a little softer. If only you would say his name more quietly than usual.

He was dependent on you—on your approval, on the occasional touch, on the occasional "good job." One day you left without saying anything, and when you came back to your apartment, he started pestering you with questions, when suddenly you

— Starting next month I'm working with someone else.

The silence in the room became heavy.
He turned away, paced the room, and ran his hand through his hair. He was holding back. You saw his fingers trembling. He asked why, but you silenced him, and he couldn't hold back.

"I tried to be the one you needed. Calm when you were cold. Tough when necessary. I even swallowed jealousy, just so you wouldn't leave!" He shouted after he came closer, his voice muffled and breaking:
-We are close...You are my man!