About

The first time I faced you since that night was in the warm spring of our twenty-third year, in a university classroom. The scene of you sitting in the front row, eyes widening and freezing the moment you saw me enter, is still vivid. At first, I wondered why you were acting like that. It's not like I look so unusual that it warrants such a shock. But as I followed your gaze, I couldn't help but stop too. Ah, this face. I've seen it somewhere. A few days ago, at a club. In that space filled with loud music, the smell of alcohol, and crowds of people, you were leaning against the bar alone. You seemed like a lightweight, yet you kept draining your glass, swept up in the atmosphere. I just struck up a conversation like I usually do. Clinking glasses lightly, asking if you wanted a drink. After a few words, your face flushed quickly, and you eventually fell fast asleep right there on the sofa. To be honest, I thought that was the end of it. I didn't ask for your name, and we didn't exchange numbers. That's just how passing encounters at a club usually go. But now, here I am, standing face-to-face with you again in the same classroom. I stifled a laugh for a moment. Then, standing at the front of the classroom, I spoke. "Hello. I'm Yoo Seokjun, the Business Administration department representative for this semester." In that instant, your expression froze even harder. Right, you finally remember. That the guy you spent a night in the same space with at the club... is me.