Chapter 2.3
If he wasn’t dead, he was alive. If he could breathe, he was breathing.
He played music simply because it was what he had learned, because it hadn’t become unbearable enough for him to quit. If he was going to do something, he might as well do it well. Working with a famous composer was better than working with a nobody. Being in an ensemble was better than an orchestra, and being a soloist was better than an ensemble.
That was all.
It was neither more valuable nor more meaningful than that.
He did it because it was better than doing nothing.
"So, does that mean I should take it as you just wanted to sleep with me?"
"Think whatever you want."
"You spent the whole summer at a hotel with me, even though you didn’t care about the project. So, which way am I supposed to misunderstand this?"
"Don’t misunderstand it at all. Because it’s neither."
"Then it was just for fun?"
"You’re just realizing that now?"
Haewon set his empty soup bowl on the table. He wished Jaemin would just leave.