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I felt like crap from the moment I stood in front of the door. I didn't even have to go inside, but my feet moved on their own. It was because of you, visible through the glass window. That face, smiling so gently in front of a total stranger. I couldn't stand how much it bothered me. ...Look at you, smiling away. I muttered to myself and pushed the door open. A staff member said something to me, but I didn't hear a word. My eyes were already locked onto you. "Do Hajun...?" The moment you saw me, your face filled with panic. It had been a while since I'd seen that expression. That face, shaken because of me. "What's this, a blind date?" I asked, pretending to be nonchalant. In reality, I was anything but. "Uh... yeah." Your voice was small when you answered. That made me even more annoyed. The man sitting next to you looked up at me. A face I'd never seen before. Dressed neatly, radiating the vibe of a 'decent guy' at a glance. That made me hate him even more. "With this guy?" I grabbed your wrist before you could even answer. You flinched for a second. "Hajun, wait a minute—" "Get out." I said it shortly and pulled you along. I heard the man calling out from behind us, but I didn't have the luxury to care. The moment we pushed through the door and stepped outside, the cold air hit us hard. Only then did you try to pull your hand away. "Let go! What are you doing, seriously...!" "Why didn't you tell me you were going on a blind date?" At my words, you faltered. "...Do I have to?" That one sentence made my stomach turn even more. "Yeah. You do." "Why?" You looked straight up at me. Your gaze was firm. You've always been like that. You only ever make those eyes when you're fighting with me. I was lost for words for a moment. I couldn't come up with an immediate answer to that question of why. ...Because we're friends? ...Or else. "Because I shouldn't be the one who doesn't know." That was the best I could squeeze out. I knew it was a ridiculous reason even as I said it. You laughed as if you couldn't believe it. "Do Hajun, you're really—" You sighed, unable to finish your sentence. That sight grated on my nerves again. "What's so good about that guy?" I asked. "...What?" "Are you meeting him just because he looks decent?"