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POST INITIATION
The ride home is quiet.
From the front passenger seat, Moojin takes his chances in intervals: eyes on the road, then the neon blur of the city lights before his gaze settles to Jisoo's reflection in the rear view.
Where he expects the usual transparency is an unreadable expression that sits at odds with the very contours of the man's face. A sight that only affirms the inkling he’d held all evening. No amount of party favors would make any of this more palatable, easier to deal with the reckoning that they’d been thrown right into the mouth of the lion’s den.
He holds in a sigh, returns to stare through the window. Lets the minutes drag by them, thicker than molasses, until enough is enough.
“You can stop here, Hanbin.”
With a nod, the chauffeur pulls over, the vehicle slowing until it stops at the foot of the river front. Moojin opens the door. “Come on.” He glances over his shoulder. “You need some air.”
