Cha Ha Neul. twenty-four years old. Group leader. He doesn't choose food but enjoys eating meat and can't eat too sweet things. He enjoys listening to music and taking night walks. Strict when working, but a softie when he wasn't. Height is one hundred eighty-three centimeters, weight is seventy-two kilograms. Did she even need this much information?
There is even a photo of him in the file. He has sharp features, especially his chin and eyebrows. He has light brown sharp eyes that look very enticing in the photo. Black hair just above his eyes, a straight nose and thin lips that look like crafted from jade.
It was a profile photo so grace couldn't make any judgment on his body. But looking at the man's broad and toned shoulders, she was sure he was working out.
Getting a little interested in her new group members grace wanted to carefully look through the information. She turned the page to see the next member but before she could read the information someone came into her room. Grace was a little surprised when she lifted her face to see the person who came was the same one she was just looking at. The man from the photo. Cha Ha Neul.
He looked good as she predicted. Cool and stylish in autumn clothes. A dark brown turtleneck with a long light brown coat. He wore black pants that made his long legs look longer and thinner, but the tight material couldn't hide the muscles moving beneath the clothing. His face looked captivating in actual life. He was a very handsome man, and he looked more handsome than his photo. God must've really taken his time when creating him, grace thought.
"I came to see you." said the owner of the body grace was staring. He had a soft deep tone, not deep, deep but softer, a breeze like sexy deep voice. Grace unconditionally gave a curt reply.
"Obviously."
The man raised an eyebrow to her and placed a chair next to her bed and sat down. "I see losing your memory didn't take much from your sarcastic way of talking. Oh! You are looking at our information. How is it? Does anything feel familiar?"
Seeing the man intently looking at him made haneul feel strange. He was obviously the same Mi jung, but he gave off an unfamiliar feeling than he did before. An aura softer and feminine but mysterious and tough at the same time. Discerning minor differences in behavior and habits were easy for him since he is the leader he had to carefully observe his team members not to mention in the entertainment circle you needed to read the atmosphere so you wouldn't put your foot on loose tiles.
"No. You are all strangers to me."
Grace observed the man named haneul. He looked relaxed, but grace's intuition knew he wasn't relaxed at all. He was all tensed up and even though it looked like he said whatever was on his mind, he was actually very careful with his words. A person she couldn't read exactly.
Grace trusted her ability to read people all her life so she would get along with nurses and doctors. Her family wasn't the richest one around, so sometimes the payment would be delayed for a few days. But because the hospital staff liked grace, they wouldn't make things hard for her mother. Reading people, a useful ability as expected.
Grace wasn't stupid even though she just learned what an idol was, but since it was the entertainment industry, she knew her ability would come in handy. She didn't go to school, but her mother taught her everything she knew about the world. Since grace lived in the hospital, there was nothing else to do but observe people and read and draw. She heard nurses gossiping, Relatives fighting over inheritance, cheating people getting caught. A drama a day kept her intuition at bay.
Haneul was surprised hearing him saying how they were strangers to him. They trained for over ten years together and even if they weren't the best of buddies; they were close enough to know each other's habits and preferences.
At that time haneul realized that the language, dancing, and singing weren't the most worrying things in this situation. It was Mi Jung himself. He didn't even know himself anymore.