“It can ’t be...”
As I murmured in disbelief, Jongsuk clicked his tongue and handed me a glass of scotch on the rock.
With trembling hands, I took the glass and drank it down without even tasting it.
The strong liquor burned down my throat, warming my esophagus.
My shoulders shivered. Was I imprinted without even knowing?
“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, thinking I was just in denial.
Clutching the empty glass that only rattled with ice in both hands, I shook my head.
“I really don’t know who it is. I only know 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.
“You’re usually annoyingly meticulous, so why did you have a one-night stand with a guy whose name you don’t even know?”
