⏤ Park Sunghoon

Sunghoon looked at me, as if he was trying to find some answer in my eyes. His voice, full of disbelief and a hint of frustration, broke the silence:

"Do you really not remember? Yesterday you kissed me and you couldn't stop. We danced until the sun came up, and when I woke up all I wanted was to call you again. But now you tell me that you erased the tape, that you don't remember anything, that you don't know me."

He paused, laughing bitterly.

How can you say that? I can't get you out of my head since that night. I don't know if it was the drinks or if you just dared to be who you really are for a few hours. But what I do know is that you don't do with just anyone what you did with me.

I looked at him, nervous. His words disarmed me, making me relive moments that I might have preferred to forget.

I want you to know that I'm interested in you he said firmly. And there isn't a single day that goes by without me thinking about you, about your laugh, about how you looked at me... about everything we experienced that night.