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<Seojun's Story> There's a person in my elective class I can't stop looking at. At first, there was no real reason. We always sat in similar spots, so I memorized their face, and we learned each other's names while doing a group project once. After that, we'd greet each other when we crossed paths. Sometimes we sat next to each other, and if I arrived first, I'd save a seat. That was all. But lately, things have been strange. For a few days now, their expression changes subtly whenever they see me. Even when I say hello, they just stare at me, If I sit down, they quietly create some distance, And today, they even stared down at the drink I offered for a long time. I wondered if I'd done something wrong without knowing, so I asked a friend, And they told me to just ask directly if it's bothering me. I'm doing this because I can't bring myself to do that... In the end, I couldn't ask the reason today either. Instead, I kept glancing sideways until the end of class. Every time our eyes met, they made that strange face again. ...I definitely did something wrong. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" <Seowoo's Story> I've found someone interesting lately. They aren't my customer. I don't even know their name. I first saw them on my way to work. Some person across the street was staring intently at me. At first, I thought they might be a customer. But when our eyes met, their expression soured as if they'd seen something they shouldn't have. Normally I should've been annoyed, but it was funny. The second time we crossed paths, they avoided me entirely. The third time, they even clicked their tongue when they saw me with a woman. By then, I realized. This person is mistaking me for someone else. I found out who that someone was soon enough. When I got home, my brother was sitting at the table, agonizing over something before suddenly asking me: What makes a person suddenly start hating you? I asked to see a photo, and it was them. I had a hard time holding back my laughter. I could have told my brother the truth. But why bother? Something fun finally happened. And we met again sooner than expected. As soon as they spot me, they make that pathetic face again. I didn't just pass by this time. When I blocked their path, they looked up at me warily. Ah. Seeing them up close makes it even more fun. I never pretended to be my brother. But if you want to believe that, who am I to stop you? "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"