Chapter 2.7
The man looked at Haewon as if he was going to wait here until Haewon returned, as if he would root himself to this spot for the entire night. Haewon gently kissed his lips. The man’s face flushed in embarrassment. Haewon hurriedly left the apartment of the man whose name he didn’t even know.
Senior Choi’s car was parked nearby. The sun had set, and the surroundings had grown dark. Haewon got into his car. Senior Choi was also wearing a white shirt and black pants under his coat. Senior Choi looked up at the apartment Haewon had just walked out from.
"Are you staying here?"
"Yes."
"You can't practice in places like that. Even if Sarah Chang played a Stradivarius, they’d probably call the security office complaining about the noise."
With a slightly mocking tone, Senior Choi seemed to be subtly making fun of Haewon’s situation. He should have come when I offered the practice room, he seemed to be saying through his silence.
When it’s not necessary to depend on others, words that once seemed ordinary now felt different in this situation. It was a feeling Haewon didn’t want to acknowledge or question. He didn’t respond.
They drove for about an hour. The car stopped in front of a hotel on the outskirts of the city, where the surroundings were beautiful. The security guard at the entrance checked the car number and their identities before allowing them inside.
"This is it. Let’s get your violin and head in."
Haewon got out of the car with him. The security guard approached them. Senior Choi handed him the keys. The security guard moved the car to the designated parking area.
Senior Choi walked with ease, as though he had been here before. Haewon followed him inside.
They passed through a well-maintained garden, expertly tended by professionals, and walked to the entrance of the hotel’s banquet hall.