"Come closer."
Wi Hajoon beckoned him with a small motion of his hand. Rim Young obediently stepped nearer until their shoulders were brushing against each other. Wi Hajoon lowered his head toward him. Rim Young thought he was about to whisper something into his ear. But Wi Hajoon then tilted his head towards his face. Their eyes met from only inches apart.
"...?"
The longer Wi Hajoon continued looking at him without saying a word, the more self-conscious he became. His ears gradually grew warm. Finally, Wi Hajoon spoke.
"Don't you think it's alright if I have bad motives? In fact... It might not even be a bad thing for you. I'm the person you like after all. So I'm an exception. Right?"
"You..."
Why did he keep saying that with such certainty? Did he really remember after all?
"I'm what?"
Wi Hajoon asked, waiting patiently for him to finish. Instead of answering, Rim Young gathered his courage.
"...How much of yesterday do you remember?"
