Jun-ho froze.
But Salin kept massaging his chest gently. Slowly, as if saying, "I'm here."
Jun-ho grabbed his hand. Turned to face him, both of them still in towels, eye to eye. Then, the mobster made him sit on the bed.
Side by side.
— On my trip… — he began, voice lower than usual — I went to meet Anderson. From the faction association.
Salin just looked at him. Silent. But that kind of silence that demands the full truth.
— He asked me a favor. Wanted me to find a woman and a child.
Jun-ho paused.
— The woman's name is Alessa. The child, Jun-hi.
Salin raised an eyebrow.
— Jun-hi? Sounds like your name… Cute.
But then he went quiet. His brain clicked into gear a little too fast.
Jun-ho noticed.
— Wait— — he tried to warn.
— Just say it. — Salin asked. Curious. Unafraid of the answer.
Jun-ho swallowed hard.
— When I got there, people were already breaking in. They wanted to kill them both. Anderson's own men. He must've found them before I did.
