Morning came, but Seungmin hadn’t really slept.
His eyes were dry, his head heavy. The chill of last night’s call still clung to his skin.
He walked into the kitchen like a ghost—feet dragging, face blank.
His mom was setting the table. His dad sat there already, newspaper folded beside him, untouched.
“Come sit,” his mom said gently. “Eat something.”
He sat, not saying a word.
Then his dad cleared his throat.
“Min,” he began slowly, “there’s… something.”
Seungmin looked up.
“Someone came by the restaurant this morning. A man. Very well-dressed. Said he knows people—media people, legal consultants. Said he could help fix the damage.”
Seungmin’s blood turned cold.
“He didn’t leave a name,” his dad continued. “Just that he’s ‘invested in fairness.’”
His mom added softly, “He even offered to cover some of the supplier losses. Just… like that. Said it was for ‘the sake of honesty.’”
Seungmin didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
“Isn’t that strange?” his dad said, almost laughing. “A rich man offering to help small restaurant owners like us. In this city?”
“Do you know him, Min?” his mom asked suddenly, noticing how still her son had gone.
Seungmin forced a swallow. “No,” he said quietly. “I don’t.”
But his hands had clenched under the table.
He knew.
Of course he knew.
Minho had made his next move.
Not with a threat. Not with a call.
But with a favor.
And somehow, that was worse.
The rest of the morning passed like glass—silent, fragile, and cold.
Seungmin couldn’t eat more than a few bites. His parents were lighter in tone, cautiously hopeful.
After all, who wouldn’t be, when the weight of destruction suddenly lifted overnight?
But Seungmin knew better.
Nothing Minho did came without a price.
He stayed in his room most of the day. Half expecting another call. Half dreading it.
It came in the evening.
A text this time.
Unknown Number:
“Funny how quick people smile when someone rich says they care.”
Seungmin stared at the screen.
Another message came right after:
Unknown Number:
“But see, that ‘help’ you’re all celebrating? It’s temporary. Contingent. Reversible.”
He didn’t want to reply. But his fingers moved before he could stop them.
Seungmin:
What do you want.
A moment passed.
Then:
Unknown Number:
“I want you to come see what your silence is worth.”
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