Taesan looked strangely anxious that day.
My fingertips keep touching my pants pockets,
I put the coffee cup down to my lips several times.
I just pretended not to know and laughed.
we are,
I was getting used to this kind of relationship where we pretended not to know each other.
“I had a dream. Again.”
He said, looking out the window.
“This time I was crying,
Who held my hand?
But… my hands were really used to it.
“Isn’t it strange?”
I shook my head.
“No. Maybe I’m trying to remember.”
At those words, he remained silent for a long time.
and,
He took out a small piece of paper on the table.
Torn edges,
Light text,
And a familiar handwriting.
That's what I wrote.
“Maybe someday my memory will come back.
Even if I am not by your side then,
“This is proof that we loved each other.”
Taesan looked at it and said.
“I found this in the drawer.
There's no name, no date...
But I don't know why,
“It was really heartbreaking to read.”
I tried not to look at the paper.
I had to pretend not to know.
That was the promise.
Even if your memory returns, don't say anything first.
“By any chance…Ha Yoon, have you ever written something like this?”
He looked at my face carefully.
“Or, has anyone ever said something like this?”
I laughed.
Like smoke, like a lie.
Like a better actor than an actor.
“You see that kind of thing a lot in dramas.”
He didn't answer for a long time.
A few days later.
I followed him to the practice room.
It's been a long time.
When he first debuted,
The days when we watched the stage together passed by.
There I am
I got to see that person.
A woman.
Long hair, bright face.
I was a staff member, but
It was a very familiar tone of voice when calling out to Taesan.
“Taesan, let’s go eat after practice!”
It was so natural.
He also smiled and nodded.
That scene,
You made a fool of me.
On the way back.
We were speechless.
It didn't rain, but
My vision was blurry.
“Who is that person?”
I couldn't help but ask.
He looked at me with surprised eyes.
“…Just a company employee. Why?”
I couldn't answer that question.
What right do I have to ask?
This relationship has no name and no memories.
“I was just… a little worried.”
The words I barely managed to spit out.
He didn't laugh.
Instead, he spoke very slowly.
“Mr. Hayoon,
sometimes…
“I feel like you know me too well.”
I averted my eyes.
Those words were like a knife.
It hurt more because he wasn't wrong.
That night,
I took out another letter of memories.
I hesitated whether to tear it up or not,
I just turned off the lights.
Under the lights, everything seems so real
Because it's hard to escape emotions.