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    “Wow, isn’t this crazy?! Ah, no… I didn’t mean it for my mom… Agh! Mom really doesn’t know anything, but she’s like this with me!”

    I turned my head away from the guy who was pulling at his hair.

    “Baby, don’t you love me?”

    Lee Jihoon whispered softly and pressed his finger against my lips. When I hesitated, he smiled with a gleam in his eyes as if he had read my mind. Despite his overly cute tone, his attitude was bold.

    “Then just pretend you don’t know.”

    I burst into an absurd laugh. I couldn’t help but recall Kang Youngsoo’s worried words about getting caught by a really twisted guy, yet at the same time, I found it amusing that I was verifying the facts, knowing full well how twisted Jihoon could be. I wondered if perhaps even realizing I had truly fallen for such a twisted person wasn’t so bad after all.

    A motorcycle zoomed past the road next to the outdoor table we were sitting at. Listening to that loud noise reminded me of a year ago, when we were looking at each other in a similar setting. I could still vividly remember the moment I sensed that it wouldn’t be long before I could see Jihoon in that way again, as I watched the breeze coming in through the living room window mess up his hair.

    Just a year had passed since then, yet now watching the autumn wind tousle Jihoon’s hair, I thought about the exact opposite: that from now on, I would be able to watch him reveal himself to me as much as I wanted. It had to be because I loved the everyday moments I spent with Jihoon. The reason I was staring at him without even blinking was that I wanted to fully experience this moment and didn’t want to miss anything.

    I raised my hand and held Jihoon’s cheek where his dimples showed. Pulling down his hood over his head, I confessed my love in the way I knew best.

    “Just act playful enough to pretend you don’t know. Got it?”

    Two small hands dangled from under the blue plastic chair. Every time we tightly grasped each other’s hands as if confirming our presence, I realized it wasn’t a ring that held us together but love itself.

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