Today, Two Years Ago

Next Step

Who's she? Those words keep repeating again and again in my head while looking at the sight in front of me. When Sungjin finally breaks the hug, I quickly avert my eyes, looking anywhere but him.

"You've already been here before, right? And without my permission," I heard him say with a serious voice.

"Don't say something that's not true."

"Don't lie. Then, why are the frames there?"

"I don't know~" That's her answer. "Oh my—who are you?"

I point to myself and mouth, "Me?"

"Of course, you." She saunters to me, then grins while holding onto my shoulder. "Are you close to Sungjin?"

"Well..." I tilt my head slightly.

"I'll take that as a yes." She smiles. Stop me, I'm too mesmerized by her beauty. "Nice to meet you. I'm his sister."

...oh?

"Hello?" She snaps her fingers and I finally move a muscle. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"S-sorry. Nice to meet you too. I'm Hyeju." I reach out my hand and she shakes it excitedly. Now that I think of it, she actually does resemble Sungjin. Especially, her eyes.

"Hyeju? Alright!" She shifts her attention to Sungjin who just settles down into his seat and then back to me.

Our conversation started awkwardly at first but shortly after, I begin to think she's the typical messy-funny-witty person. She's blunt and isn't afraid to tell people how it really is, she's really just full of charm and that's where I can't relate. We talk for more than five minutes and then she excuses herself, informing that she needs to go back to her work. I bid goodbye to her and I'm aghast when she unexpectedly hands me her number, wanting me to call her later. Never in my life have I met someone like her and it's pretty intriguing.

Anyhow, she's his sister. Why didn't that thought cross my mind?!

"Did she surprise you?" He pulls his acoustic guitar in front of him, positioning it on him lap comfortably before quietly strumming it.

"Honestly, yes." I continue roaming around the place, exploring it with my eyes. "I really like her though." I nod at him.

"I had no idea she'd visit here." He puts the guitar back on its stand and gets up. "But, at least now you know who's the girl in the photos."

I hum softly, folding my arms as I look to the digital clock on his desk. My brows ceased in questioning and ask, "is the clock not working?"

"Yeah, it ran out of battery." He walks and stands beside me, taking the clock to remove the cover carefully. "Can you get the batteries from there?" With his free hand, he points to the only shelf.

"Sure, mister." I do as he told me to do and place it on the desk. I watch him as he puts the clock down to grab the pack of batteries and that's when I just realized something. "Didn't you promise me to explain everything?"

"I did." He tries to open the pack but it falls onto the floor instead. I guess he was doing it too impatient and rough.

I help him by squatting down and grab it off. "Then, why don't you explain it now?" Standing up, I hand it back to him.

"I'm in the middle of something right now." He reloads the batteries and places it back on its place. "Why? Are you that curious?"

"Just a bit," I lie and unlock my phone. "By the way, who's that friend of yours? I forgot his name but he's the blonde one. I have his number but I don't know what to set his contact name on my phone."