Fang crouched in front of her.
Seo Yuna instinctively pulled her injured leg backward.
"W-What are you doing?!"
Her voice came out sharper than intended.
The old woman beside her also looked nervous.
But Fang ignored both reactions completely.
His eyes remained fixed on her ankle.
"The plaster loosened."
Seo Yuna clenched her fingers tightly.
"I can handle it myself."
Fang finally looked up at her.
Cold eyes.
Heavy eyes.
Eyes that always made her feel pressured for some reason.
"You can barely stand properly."
His tone remained flat, almost emotionless.
That somehow irritated Seo Yuna even more.
"You don't need to pretend to care."
Fang's expression did not change.
"I don't."
Seo Yuna froze slightly.
Fang calmly continued.
"If your leg gets worse, you become useless for weeks. That's troublesome."
The old woman became speechless hearing those words.
Even Noah blinked blankly.
Only Fang could say something harsh while technically helping someone.
Seo Yuna bit her lips in frustration.
Yet before she could pull away again—
Fang's hand lightly grabbed her ankle.
Her body instantly stiffened.
Fear crawled up her spine.
For brief moment, old memories flashed through her mind again.
Broken bottles.
Shouting.
Pain.
Her breathing unconsciously became unstable.
Fang noticed immediately.
His hand paused for half second.
Then—
His grip loosened slightly.
The movement was subtle.
Almost impossible to notice.
But Seo Yuna still felt it.
That strange small consideration only made her emotions more complicated.
Fang quietly adjusted the plaster again with precise movements.
The apartment became silent.
Only Noah's curious eyes moved between both adults.
After few moments, Fang finished and stood up.
"Done."
Seo Yuna immediately pulled her leg closer again protectively.
Fang looked at her reaction and clicked his tongue softly.
"...Paranoid woman."
Seo Yuna looked at him angrily.
"And whose fault is that?"
Silence.
For first time, Fang did not reply immediately.
His eyes briefly lowered.
Just for a second.
Then he turned away casually.
The old woman quietly observed everything.
Something about this atmosphere felt strange.
Not warm.
Not loving.
Not peaceful.
Yet also not like before.
It felt more like wounded people trapped inside same room.
The old woman slowly stood up.
"Aigo... i should leave now."
Seo Yuna immediately tried standing too.
"I'll walk you—"
Fang's voice interrupted instantly.
"Sit."
Seo Yuna stiffened.
The commanding tone came out naturally from Fang.
Like an order.
Even Fang himself realized it a second later.
Tch.
Old habits.
Seo Yuna's expression immediately became colder again.
The small strange comfort from earlier disappeared instantly.
Fang noticed it.
But said nothing.
The old woman awkwardly smiled trying to ease atmosphere.
"Rest properly, Yuna."
Then she looked toward Fang carefully.
And for first time—
She directly spoke to him.
"People can endure many things for family."
Fang silently looked at her.
The old woman continued softly.
"But once trust breaks... rebuilding it takes very long."
The apartment became quiet.
Fang's expression remained unreadable.
After few seconds—
"Hm."
That was all he replied.
The old woman sighed internally before finally leaving.
Click.
The apartment door closed again.
Silence returned once more.
Noah quietly sat beside Seo Yuna while hugging her notebook.
Meanwhile Fang walked toward the kitchen sink and washed his hands slowly.
The atmosphere remained awkward.
Nobody knew what to say anymore.
Finally—
Noah carefully broke the silence.
"Dad."
Fang glanced sideways.
"What."
"Will you go to work today too?"
"Hm."
"What do you do there?"
Fang thought for second.
Then answered honestly enough.
"Standing."
"...That's work?"
"Apparently."
Noah giggled softly.
Even Seo Yuna almost looked amused for fraction of second before quickly suppressing it.
Fang noticed both reactions from corner of his eyes.
Strange.
This kind of ordinary conversation felt unfamiliar.
Dangerously unfamiliar.
In his previous life, conversations were always about missions, targets, betrayal, or survival.
Not children asking stupid questions.
Fang suddenly spoke again.
"Sleep for few hours before night."
Noah tilted her head.
"You too?"
"Hm."
"Okay."
She obediently nodded.
Seo Yuna quietly watched the interaction.
Noah used to avoid Chung Soo completely before.
Now she was slowly speaking normally again.
That realization made Seo Yuna nervous.
Children attached too easily.
And if this sudden change turned out fake—
Noah would get hurt even worse later.
Fang walked toward the guest room.
But before entering—
He suddenly stopped.
Without turning around, he spoke calmly.
"Lock the door if strangers knock."
Seo Yuna frowned slightly.
"...Why?"
"Because this neighborhood is annoying."
Then he entered the room and closed the door.
Seo Yuna stared silently at the closed door.
Annoying neighborhood?
No.
The most dangerous thing in this apartment was still him.
At least that's what she kept telling herself.
Meanwhile—
Inside the guest room.
Fang lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes.
But sleep did not come immediately.
His mind remained restless.
This weak body irritated him endlessly.
Even standing few hours made muscles ache.
Pathetic.
In his previous life, he could stay awake for three days during missions without issue.
Now simply dealing with family drama exhausted him mentally.
"...Troublesome."
Yet despite saying that repeatedly—
He still stayed.
Fang slowly opened his eyes again.
The ceiling looked old and stained.
Such ordinary surroundings still felt unreal to him.
South Korea.
Peaceful society.
No assassins chasing him.
No underground organizations.
No blood.
Just...
A broken family.
For some reason, that felt harder to handle.
Outside the room—
Seo Yuna quietly helped Noah prepare for sleep.
But her thoughts remained distracted.
Again and again, moments from today replayed inside her head.
The way Fang reacted to the laser.
The way debt collectors got scared.
The way he noticed her breathing changing earlier.
And most importantly—
Those eyes.
Sometimes when Fang became serious, his eyes looked terrifyingly cold.
Not like drunken anger.
No.
Much worse.
Like someone completely used to violence.
Seo Yuna suddenly realized something strange.
Since yesterday—
Fang had never once smelled like alcohol.
Not even little.
That alone already felt unbelievable.
Noah slowly laid beside her.
"Mom."
"Hm?"
"Do you still hate dad?"
Seo Yuna froze slightly.
Children truly asked the hardest questions so innocently.
After few seconds, she answered quietly.
"...I don't know anymore."
That was the truth.
Hatred still existed.
Fear still existed.
Pain still existed.
But confusion had started mixing into everything now.
Noah slowly hugged her arm.
"I think dad looks lonely."
Again that word.
Lonely.
Seo Yuna lowered her gaze silently.
Before, Chung Soo always filled the house with noise.
Shouting.
Breaking things.
Drunken madness.
But now—
Even when present, Fang somehow felt distant from everything around him.
Like he did not belong in this ordinary apartment at all.
That strange feeling made Seo Yuna uncomfortable.
Because for brief dangerous moments—
She almost felt curious about him.
And curiosity toward someone who hurt her this much was terrifying itself.
Meanwhile—
Inside the guest room.
Fang finally started falling asleep lightly.
Then suddenly—
Creak.
His eyes opened instantly.
Fully alert.
No transition.
His assassin instincts activated automatically.
The guest room door had opened slightly.
Fang silently turned his gaze.
At the doorway—
Noah stood there while hugging small pillow.
Both stared at each other for few seconds.
"...What."
Noah hesitated nervously.
Then quietly spoke.
"I had bad dream."
Fang frowned slightly.
"And?"
Noah looked down timidly.
"Can i sleep here today?"
Silence.
Fang stared at the child blankly.
Sleep here?
With him?
This brat truly lacked survival instincts.
From outside the room, Seo Yuna's panicked voice suddenly came.
"Noah!"
She quickly appeared behind the child.
The moment she saw Noah standing near Fang's sofa—
Her expression instantly changed.
Fear.
Nervousness.
Protectiveness.
She immediately pulled Noah back gently.
"What are you doing here?!"
Noah lowered her head.
"I just..."
Seo Yuna looked toward Fang cautiously.
The atmosphere became tense again.
Fang silently watched both of them.
Then after moment—
He laid back down casually.
"Take the noisy brat away."
Seo Yuna quickly nodded slightly and pulled Noah back toward bedroom.
Before leaving—
Noah turned around once more.
"...Goodnight dad."
The room became quiet.
Fang stared at the dark ceiling for long time after that.
Then finally—
"...Weird child."