By Zephyria 
Whether the other person did or not, Mo Yeon-hu was about to dive into the menu.
‘What food can I eat quickly?’
He greatly wanted to avoid this awkward situation.
Thinking that ordering and leaving quickly was the best option, Mo Yeon-hu looked through the list.
‘Fresh pasta… pizza… wine…….’
However, all the dishes seemed like the type that would take a long time to eat.
‘It’s all Western food, which isn’t bad, but…’
This was the restaurant Kwon Mi-eon had chosen.
He kept sending all sorts of unnecessary messages to Mo Yeon-hu, who wasn’t even answering properly, and then left a message saying he had made a reservation here for 3 PM on Saturday.
Of course, Mo Yeon-hu didn’t even click the link. He didn’t care where they went anyway, but seeing the cute interior and dishes, he felt a bit strange.
‘Why did he pick a place that looks like it’s for dates between guys?’
He does like Western food, but… the problem was that his companion was the unpleasant Drug addict. As he was picking a menu with a reluctant expression, Kwon Mi-eon asked.
“What would you like to eat?”
“I’ll have the Ragu Pizza and Lychee Ade….”
Mo Yeon-hu looked at the pizza photo with a serious face. It was written that it was baked in a wood-fired oven, so it would take a while to come out.
‘I’ll fold the pizza and eat two slices at once.’
Listen to the story, eat, and end this right away. Once he finishes eating, he’ll have no choice but to leave. Just as he was making such a determined pig’s resolution, an employee approached.
“Are you ready to order?”
Kwon Mi-eon, who had been turning the pages of the menu with habitual gestures, stopped. And he asked, “Can we order?” so Mo Yeon-hu nodded.
“Give us a Caesar Salad, Steak Ragu Pizza, Prosciutto Arugula Pizza, Truffle Cream Pasta, and Garlic Shrimp Pasta, and for dessert, a Mascarpone Tiramisu, and for drinks, a Lychee Ade and an Orange Basil Ade.”
…What?
Mo Yeon-hu couldn’t believe his ears. What were all those dishes for?
“Yes, let me confirm your order. Caesar Salad, Ragu Pizza, Arugula Pizza, Truffle Cream Pasta, Garlic Shrimp Pasta, Mascarpone Tiramisu, and for drinks, Lychee Ade and Orange Basil Ade, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
Unlike the surprised Mo Yeon-hu, Kwon Mi-eon calmly answered and finished ordering. As soon as the employee left, Mo Yeon-hu naturally widened his eyes and asked again.
“Can you eat all that?”
“I thought you looked like you’ve lost some weight, so I ordered appropriately.”
At those words, his gaze naturally went to Kwon Mi-eon’s body. Mo Yeon-hu tilted his head. Did he lose a little weight compared to then? He couldn’t tell just by looking, but his body was too firm to say he had lost weight.
“Not me, hyung, you.”
When Kwon Mi-eon corrected him, realizing his gaze, Mo Yeon-hu was even more dumbfounded. So, he ordered that much food for him to eat? How was he supposed to eat all that?
“I haven’t lost weight.”
“Yes, you have.”
“How do you know?”
“I can tell just by looking. So, eat a lot.”
Besides, he was so firm. If he denied it one more time, he felt like Kwon Mi-eon would get up and go weigh him right away.
“What does it matter to you if I’ve lost weight or not…….”
Mo Yeon-hu, who had been unconsciously arguing, moved his lips and then closed them.
“…Let’s get to the point quickly.”
Kwon Mi-eon is strange. When he’s with him, the conversation keeps going down strange paths. He needs to keep his wits about him.
At the word ‘point,’ Kwon Mi-eon also quietly stared at him.
“What exactly happened that day? And why can’t I remember?”
When facing someone like this, it’s best to avoid the situation quickly before getting caught up in it.
Kwon Mi-eon stared intently at Mo Yeon-hu before leaning his upper body forward.
In a posture even closer than before, he asked.
“You remember Lee Seung-hwan, right.”
As expected, that name came up.
“…Yeah. We also met at Lee Seung-hwan’s party a year ago, right?”
“You remember, hyung.”
Kwon Mi-eon smiled. Mo Yeon-hu, who had been consistently feigning ignorance, acknowledged their meeting for the first time, so he seemed quite pleased.
But Mo Yeon-hu didn’t like that smiling face, so he felt uneasy and nonchalantly turned his gaze elsewhere, acting indifferent.
“I don’t think anything special happened that day, what do you keep saying happened?”
“Wow….”
At the small sigh, Mo Yeon-hu glanced over and saw Kwon Mi-eon laughing as if he was dumbfounded.
“You really don’t remember anything? Or is it that you don’t want to pretend you don’t know?”
“Yeah, I really don’t remember. I probably drank too much…….”
“Hyung, you hit on me.”
And confusion suddenly struck.
“What?”
Mo Yeon-hu couldn’t believe his ears. Hit on him, who hit on whom?
His eyes blinked at the completely unexpected expression, and then a combination of unfamiliar words rushed into his ears.
“Hyung said you’d take responsibility for me. And that you’d take me in and live with me from now on.”
“I, I did?”
“Yes.”
Unlike Kwon Mi-eon, who answered firmly, Mo Yeon-hu was naturally disgusted.
“Why would I? No, when did I ever say that?”
“It’s true…….”
Kwon Mi-eon seemed a little disappointed. Just looking at that sad face, he could almost mistake himself for having hit on Kwon Mi-eon and run away.
“Why would I say that to you!”
Mo Yeon-hu felt wronged. Kwon Mi-eon blinked slowly a few times, then changed to a gloomy face. And with his eyes lowered, he let out a deep sigh and continued talking.
“You told me to help you, to stay by your side, to go with you, and that you’d take responsibility. So, I waited for your call, believing only those words…….”
Kwon Mi-eon’s long fingers tapped the screen of the phone on the table.
“The person who said they’d contact me disappeared, so how do you think I forgot hyung after that.”
The more he heard the story, the paler Mo Yeon-hu’s expression became.
“You appeared in front of me as if to show off, and now that we can finally have a conversation, you don’t even remember… and I still can’t reach you….”
So, he’s completely…….
‘You’re really saying I hit on him?’
Why would I, a man, hit on you?
Mo Yeon-hu had never once in his life seen a man as a romantic partner.
As Kwon Mi-eon was muttering, their eyes met, and he stared intently at Mo Yeon-hu. A smooth, white face like porcelain crafted by a master, with picture-perfect features.
‘Of course, his face is… pretty, but….’
Mo Yeon-hu, who had been admiring that face again as if he had been possessed without realizing it, stopped.
‘What did I just say?’
He immediately froze at the fact that he had such thoughts about a Drug addict.
“Hyung?”
Kwon Mi-eon called out as if he found it strange that Mo Yeon-hu had suddenly become quiet, and he quickly came to his senses.
“You’re not just making things up because I don’t remember, are you?”
He couldn’t let things go on like this. With a determined expression, Mo Yeon-hu spat out his words.
“There’s no way I would have done that to someone whose name and age I didn’t even know. Do you have any proof that I did that?”
His gentle face narrowed his eyes sharply and pressed him firmly. Kwon Mi-eon listened quietly to Mo Yeon-hu’s disbelief before sighing softly.
“Wow….”
Kwon Mi-eon smiled bitterly.
“This time, I’m really disappointed.”
His face looked so sad that Mo Yeon-hu closed his mouth for a moment, but Kwon Mi-eon wiped away his expression as if nothing had happened. And he leaned his chest against the table and smiled at Mo Yeon-hu.
“I didn’t make anything up. And hyung knows my name and age. We stayed up all night talking about everything. And proof? Of course, I have it.”
As if he had been waiting for it, Kwon Mi-eon tapped his phone a few times and held it out.
Mo Yeon-hu blinked as he looked at the screen.
“CCTV?”
The CCTV was filming a hallway with a slight staircase, and when he looked closely, it was a familiar place. The very club where Lee Seung-hwan had thrown the party.
Tap, tap. His long fingertip pointed to the lower right corner. Following his fingertip, a strange scene caught his eye. Two people sitting on the stairs were hugging each other so tightly that they were completely overlapping.
“Hey, what kind of couple video is this… huh?!”
Wait a minute.
Mo Yeon-hu, who had been sticking his neck out like a turtle, jumped up from his seat. The chair slid back with a rough noise. Regardless, Kwon Mi-eon grabbed his phone and zoomed in.
The side profile of one of the larger figures overlapping was clearly Kwon Mi-eon.
The problem was the other person sitting on Kwon Mi-eon’s lap, smiling slyly…….
“Hyung, were we a couple?”
Fuck! That’s me!