“It can’t be...”
I murmured in disbelief as Jongsuk clicked his tongue and handed me a glass of scotch on the rocks.
With trembling hands, I took the glass and downed it without even tasting.
The strong liquor burned its way down my throat, leaving a warm trail in my esophagus.
My shoulders shivered.
‘Had I been imprinted without even realizing it?’
“Who was it?”
“I don’t know...”
I reflexively tried to say I didn’t know, then closed my mouth.
A man’s face popped into my mind.
But I could only repeat my earlier answer.
“...I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
Jongsuk frowned, clearly thinking I was in denial.
Clutching the empty glass that only rattled with ice in both hands, I shook my head.
“I really don’t know who he is. I only recognize his face.”
“...Was it a one-night stand?”
Unable to answer, I hung my head.
Jongsuk let out a deep sigh, as if expressing the frustration I felt.
