**Chapter Ten - Baek Yuna POV**
*(Seo Minjae in Her Body)*
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I came home late.
Late enough that the apartment was dark and Dori was already asleep on the desk - slow, even breathing, completely unbothered by the world.
I stood in the doorway and exhaled.
*Good. Stay that way.*
I changed in the dark and got into bed and didn't think about chicken on a floor or a hand against my shoulder or the specific way Jaehun had looked at me before he let go.
I didn't think about any of it.
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Saturday.
I opened my eyes and remembered what day it was and felt something loosen in my chest immediately. No office. No Hanna. No Jaehun.
Just one day of nothing.
I sat up and padded to the mirror.
Yuna's face looked back at me.
I stood there longer than usual.
She had a good face. Soft features, clear skin, pretty in a way that was completely unaware of itself - no performance in it, no calculation. Just a face that existed without knowing what it was worth.
*How did you survive?* I thought. *This face, this body, this life - and every day you walked into that office and absorbed everything they gave you without breaking.*
My chest did something uncomfortable.
*I ignored you on top of all of that.*
I reached up and fixed her hair without deciding to. Tucking a strand back, smoothing it down. A small automatic thing I had started doing somewhere along the way without noticing.
*Will you get this back someday?* I thought. *Your face. Your life. Everything I'm currently failing to protect adequately.*
*Will I get mine back?*
No answers. Just Yuna's reflection and the orange cat stickers in the corners of the mirror and the quiet of a Saturday morning.
Something moved behind me.
I didn't flinch. I just met his reflection in the glass.
Dori. Sitting on the edge of the desk, one paw raised, mid-groom. Watching me.
"How was yesterday," he said.
No good morning. Straight to it.
I turned around and kept my face neutral. "Good. They just needed help with some work things. Very normal."
He lowered his paw.
Said nothing.
Just looked at me with those green eyes that had the specific quality of someone who suspected everything and was cataloguing it quietly for later use.
The silence stretched. I waited for the interrogation. The scratching. The launched assault from a standing start.
But Dori just blinked once and settled back into his loaf position with the energy of a creature who had decided, for today specifically, that he was too tired to pursue it.
I grabbed Yuna's crossbody bag off the hook. "I'm going to the 24 hour market."
I was halfway to the door when I stopped.
Turned back.
"...Do you want anything?"
The words had come out completely naturally. As if I was asking a roommate. As if this was just a normal Saturday morning.
I blinked at myself.
Dori uncurled slowly and crossed the desk toward me. Stopped close. I leaned back half an inch out of habit, waiting for the paw.
He meowed.
Then: "Yes. Tuna."
I stared at him.
He stared back.
"...Okay," I said. "Tuna then."
I headed out.
The morning air was cool and quiet - that specific early weekend stillness that belongs to streets before the rest of the world decides to start. I walked with my hands in Yuna's jacket pockets and let myself just breathe.
No mission. No one looking at me with something to decode.
Just the neighborhood, the pavement, and somewhere at the end of the street a market with tuna in it.
*One thing at a time,* I thought.
*Starting with the cat.*