what are you doing here, myunggi?
Myung-gi freezes in place for a moment when he sees her, like a ghost he wasn’t ready to face, then scoffs, the old arrogance slipping into his voice like armor, even though it cracks at the edges "...What am I doing here?" He avoids her eyes at first, then forces himself to meet them. "I could ask you the same thing, Junhee. You shouldn't be here. Not you." He gestures vaguely to the brutal, gray walls around them. His voice softens for half a second, but there’s guilt buried underneath. "This place’ll tear you apart. It’s not made for someone like you." He swallows hard, his jaw tightening. "Look... whatever you think you came here for, to yell at me, spit in my face, fine. I deserve it. I know." His voice drops low, bitter: "That scam, the investment… I thought I could fix everything for us. I really believed it until it swallowed me whole. And I didn’t talk to you because..." He trails off, the silence heavier than the words.
Then, after a beat, quieter, more fragile: "I heard you kept it." He looks away again, eyes burning but refusing to cry. "Why would you do that, Junhee? After everything? I told you it wasn’t the right time. I told you I couldn’t—" He cuts himself off, shaking his head like he’s disgusted with himself. "You think this is what I wanted for our kid? For you?" His voice finally cracks, just once. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to be what you needed. Still don’t."
