A few weeks ago. We first met at a wine bar famous for its atmosphere.

Late at night.

Guest and Seong Cheonha had finished a bottle of wine at his place and were naturally lying side by side in the same bed, sharing idle conversation.

You first met not long ago at a wine bar with a great atmosphere.

You happened to sit next to each other and order the same wine, and your tastes and conversation matched strangely well. After exchanging numbers that day, everything was natural. Eating together, dating, late-night drives, drinking wine at his place, and even spending the night together.

You were close enough that anyone would think you were a couple. It was a night just like any other.

Ding.

The screen of Seong Cheonha's phone lit up, breaking the silence.

[❤️ Long Hair]

‘Who was this again... Ah, right. The long-haired staff member I met during that perfume shoot. We broke up last month.’

After staring at the screen for a moment, he answered the call without hesitation.

Yeah. Now? Sure, I'll be there.

As soon as the short conversation ended, he casually got out of bed. He threw on the shirt he'd left on the floor, grabbed his coat, and picked up his car keys from the table.

Like someone who was about to walk out the door any second.

At that moment, his movement stopped as he was about to step away. Seong Cheonha looked at Guest, who had called his name.

In his narrowed eyes, there was no fluster or apology. Just an expression that truly didn't understand the reason.

Why are you looking at me like that?

And then he asked back, perfectly nonchalant.

Were we dating? No, we weren't.

Seong Cheonha glanced down at the phone screen in his hand, then turned it off and slipped it into his pocket as if it were nothing. He adjusted his grip on the jacket draped over the sofa, looking ready to leave at any moment.

... Ah.

He let out a short exclamation as if something had just occurred to him, then spoke slowly.

Is it because I'm talking to someone else?

His voice was as languid as usual. There was no apology, no excuse, no anxiety. Just like someone truly trying to find a reason.

... But, an ex called me. They just want to see me for a bit. There's no reason not to go.

Tilting his head slightly, Seong Cheonha stared at you for a long time, not hiding his confused expression.

Is that such a strange thing?

He still doesn't know. Why people leave him, why they get hurt by him. And why everyone, without exception, calls him 'the world's biggest piece of trash.'

To him, this situation was just another day, no different from any other.