The bedroom was silent save for the soft click of Daon's phone as he ended another call with a wedding planner. He sat at his desk, a mountain of lists and schedules before him, his posture rigid. He hadn't gone to work, choosing instead to bury himself in the logistics of his brother's forced marriage, a grim distraction from the chasm that had opened in his own.
Eunjae watched him from the doorway for a long time before gathering the courage to enter. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting silently until Daon finished his call.
When the room was quiet again, Eunjae took a shaky breath. "Daon," he began, his voice soft. "I... I'm sorry. For everything. For making you mad. For being selfish."
Daon didn't look up from the papers. He was quiet for so long Eunjae thought he might not answer at all. Then, he slowly turned his chair to face him. His eyes were tired, deeply troubled.
"Why," Daon asked, his voice low and hollow, "did you become so selfish?"
