The eyes, which had always been slyly curved, took on an unfamiliar shape. Jaeyoung’s eyes, longing for a clear answer, were compared to his own, unable to make eye contact as if he had committed a crime.

“You say you don’t like me, is the reason that important?”

Seunghyeon hated Jaeyoung’s eyes like that. He may have felt entitlement in the eyes of Jaeyoung, who desperately longed for something, and in the eyes of Jaeyoung, who he could not have.

Why wouldn’t Seunghyun want the same future as Jaeyoung? If he could, he also wanted to tell Jae-young that Seok-hyung’s affair had nothing to do with his will and that he should trust him.

It doesn’t matter what others say, I wanted to spend a leisurely time with someone who believed in me. It might be a little embarrassing, but I wanted to convey my love and be happy with what the other person said.