It was late in the evening when I got home.
My brother went into the room without saying anything to me. I didn't say anything.
It was quiet as usual and acted like it was an uneventful day.
The moment I closed the door and placed my bag on the bed,
The look in his eyes from earlier came back to me.
“You have changed a lot.”
That tone of voice.
A low, muffled voice.
and,
The eyes that looked at me.
I sat up in bed and then got up again.
Strength entered my fingertips,
One side of my chest felt strangely tight.
I thought nothing happened
I tried to pass it off as just seeing an old friend again.
wonderfully,
My body didn't move like that.
I stood in front of the mirror.
With the eyes that looked at me today,
I looked at myself now.
What has changed since I was a child?
Maybe he just grew a little taller. Maybe he became less talkative.
or not,
Have I really become an adult?
Yeonjun oppa remembered me.
Bring out a very old scene
It made me laugh.
But it was strange.
I think that's…
It wasn't just welcome.
I lay down on the bed.
I closed my eyes and quickly opened them again.
My head was complicated,
That afternoon, conversations drifted quietly.
I couldn't even remember what face I made.
Was it too awkward? Was it too obvious?
What did that person feel?
The cell phone vibrated.
One message.
[Yeonjun Oppa]
[Did you get home safely? It was nice seeing you today.]
It was a short sentence.
I wrote my reply slowly.
[Yeah. It was nice to meet you too.]
After sending it, I laid my phone face down.
And then I closed my eyes again.
This time, sleep didn't come easily.