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Chapter 217: A Voice in the Shadows
Min-jun sat with us on the bench, gazing out at the cityscape beyond the window. As we sipped our coffee, he became increasingly engrossed in our story. Our words captivated him, and he seemed to believe every truth we spoke. Yet, a lingering doubt still clouded his mind.
“Why do you talk like that?” Min-jun asked, his voice low and gentle. His eyes locked onto our hands, which cradled our coffee cups, as if he yearned to take them in his own. “What’s going on, Min-jun?” we replied, our tone a shade higher than his. But our voices shared a similar cadence, like two people speaking the same language.
“You always think of others,” Min-jun said, his voice still low. Yet, his tone mirrored ours, as if we shared a single thought. We realized that Min-jun spoke the truth – we had always put others before ourselves, doing things for their sake without knowing why. We didn’t understand what drove us to be this way.
Min-jun’s eyes met ours, and for a moment, it felt like he grasped the depths of our heart. We took his hand, and he took ours, our palms touching like two pieces of a puzzle coming together. “Min-jun, you’re a really good person,” we said, our voice barely above a whisper, as if we understood the workings of his heart.
As Min-jun listened to our words, he felt a warmth spread through his chest. He knew we spoke the truth – he was a good person, always doing things for others, always considering their thoughts. But he still didn’t know why he was this way, why he felt compelled to act with such kindness.
We gazed into Min-jun’s eyes, and he gazed back, his expression a mirror of ours. It was as if he understood the workings of our heart, just as we understood his. Our hands remained clasped, a symbol of our connection. Then, Min-jun’s phone rang, shattering the silence. He released our hand to check the message: “Min-jun, how’s it going? Did you sign the contract?”
Min-jun’s eyes scanned the message, and his heart wavered. He remembered the feeling of our hand in his, the sound of our voice, which seemed to echo his own. It was as if we had become one, our hearts beating in unison. Min-jun closed his phone and took our hand once more, our palms touching like before.
“We didn’t sign the contract,” Min-jun said, his voice low and soothing. We listened, and his words resonated deep within us. We squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back, our fingers intertwining like the threads of a rope. “Min-jun, you’re a really good person,” we repeated, our voice barely above a whisper.
And so, we sat there, hands clasped, eyes locked, our hearts beating as one. The world around us melted away, leaving only the gentle hum of understanding between us. Min-jun’s voice, his eyes, his touch – everything seemed to convey a deep understanding of our heart, as if he had grasped the very essence of our being.
Please note that the translation provided is in a literary prose style, focusing on conveying the emotional tone and pacing of the original text. Some parts may have been rephrased or reorganized to better fit the natural flow of English.