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← Your Voice, My Only Outtake

Ep. 9

Untitled

2026-06-23

Cast: Siwon

A voice that laid it all bare — not a single trace of pretense.

A nod from the one who'd been watching everything.

A job offer. Deadline in two days. I decided not to ask why it mattered.

Because my pulse has already memorized it. What word that broken sound was reaching for.

The next morning. Ten minutes earlier than usual.

Without having prepared a single excuse.

Same grain as that consonant from yesterday.

The angle he pronounced that sentence yesterday. Head-on.

Coffee. Yesterday's went cold, didn't it.

I drank it. The cold one? Before it got cold.

That I like the result of that calculation.

The morning session was ordinary on the surface.

That just now — don't cut the breath from track 4. The breathing sound? 0.3 seconds at the end. It was intentional.

Someone who stuffs every feeling into a 0.3-second breath.

His warmth still lingered on the handle.

Your senior. Moon Ha-kyung. She called yesterday.

Exactly the same length as that pause in front of the coffee cup.

New gear too. Fader 7 never breaks there.

Past four, an orange band lays itself across the console.

1:43.72. The first line outside the script.

...You heard it. ...Yes. I didn't delete it.

It wasn't a question. It was a confession.

I could have deleted it. But I didn't. All last night, with that file open.

Without listening to the end, or being able to delete it.

That the darkness yesterday—was because of me.

I— You know I was saying it through a character, right.

...I know. I recorded it for you to hear, yet in front of you I've never once—

It wasn't my mind that gave me away first. It was my body.

I can say it now. Not through a character. With my own mouth.

With nowhere left to run, those words were spoken.

My pulse beat in the same rhythm as those consonants from yesterday.

But if I did it now, I was afraid you'd think it was because of the proposal.

That was why he always hid behind his character.

Whether you go to that company or not. On a day that has nothing to do with that — I'll...

The most important promise — and he slipped back into formal speech.

Where the armor had come off — it just slipped out,

Coffee — this time I really won't let it go cold. I'll warm it up. Twice.

In the empty booth, only the light went cold.

Whether it was the light — or because of that person.

Proposal — by noon, day after tomorrow. Made up your mind?

Noon, the day after tomorrow. His 'next time' had no date.

Yesterday was coincidence. Today is intent.

The day after tomorrow. ……How did you know? The whole 6th floor knows.

My 'next time'. If it's later than your day after tomorrow.

Not running away — a pause to choose which path.

Kim, between two glasses, drew a single line.

For some people, holding back is the hardest way forward.

Until the day after tomorrow, be someone who heard nothing. Yesterday's file, this pause just now. All unheard.

The act of erasing itself was proof he was there.

But I'm the one who decides what I pretend not to hear. ……What's that supposed to mean.

You said to pretend I didn't hear it. You never said I actually didn't.

You really, have a gift for driving me insane.

My hands moved before my mind could catch up.