*Thump.*
âHuh?â
*Thump, thump, thump,* his heartbeat suddenly grew louder. Strangely so. Nothing had changed, yet.
Uijae rubbed his chest. Meanwhile, Sayoung had already stepped ahead. His lazy voice mixed with the sweet scent lingering in the air. In the bright hallway, only his black silhouette stood out.
âI originally wanted to include the directorâs interview, but he kept refusingâ¦.â
ââ¦â¦â
âEven Jung Bin turned it down, probably on the directorâs orders. So, I gave him a little trouble.â
ââ¦â¦â
âOh, but Song Joheon was easy. Probably for image management or something. He accepted right away.â
There was an oddly cheerful tone in every word he spoke. The pale skin occasionally visible between his black hair, the bruised neck with the marks of hands, the coat swaying with his movements, the sharp nose and lips glimpsed when he slightly turned his head, and the violet eyes that captured everything about him. The emotions in those eyesâ¦.
ââ¦Hyung?â
ââ¦â¦â
âWhatâs wrong?â
Cha Uijae took a fresh look at Sayoung. Had his shoulders always been this broad? Was he always this tall? Even though Uijae himself wasnât short, Sayoungâs head stood at least half a head taller. When Uijae stopped walking, Sayoung turned back to face him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om