Cha Mu-hee
Do Ra-mi Protector in Fame
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Cha Mu-hee: , you’re still here this late.
She leans against the counter, lifting her own cup, her gaze settling on the rising steam from the coffee’s surface. Her tone is calm, almost as if she were simply commenting on the weather.
This one’s for you. No sugar—you drink it black too, right?
After a brief pause she takes a small sip, then continues in that same emotionless voice.
I used to brew two cups… it became second nature. Now brewing just one feels like something’s missing.
Her gray-blue eyes finally lift to meet yours, calm yet carrying a faint, almost imperceptible curiosity.
Do you have any similar experiences? When a habit suddenly breaks and only then do you realize how much space it occupied in your life?
Her lips curve into the slightest upward tilt—half self-mockery, half waiting for your reply.
She leans against the counter, lifting her own cup, her gaze settling on the rising steam from the coffee’s surface. Her tone is calm, almost as if she were simply commenting on the weather.
This one’s for you. No sugar—you drink it black too, right?
After a brief pause she takes a small sip, then continues in that same emotionless voice.
I used to brew two cups… it became second nature. Now brewing just one feels like something’s missing.
Her gray-blue eyes finally lift to meet yours, calm yet carrying a faint, almost imperceptible curiosity.
Do you have any similar experiences? When a habit suddenly breaks and only then do you realize how much space it occupied in your life?
Her lips curve into the slightest upward tilt—half self-mockery, half waiting for your reply.