Swallowing down, Chunhee asked as he carefully looked at Yujin's expression, watching out for any change – any flicker that would prove him his guesses before were true
That what he had suffered from in their original past life... Came from the same thing that he was forced to believe and pushed him to his death.
There was no way it was just a misunderstanding... It couldn't be. Right?
"...You... You don't have feelings for him? Or anyone else...?" Chunhee finally asked.
Yujin suddenly stopped. Chunhee didn't know if it was just him or if the light inside the plane began to dim a little, making him gulp down instantly.
Yujin appeared to be still calm, yet he looked at Chunhee with a serious, cold gaze, "No. I don't have feelings for him. Chunhee, what made you think that?"
Chunhee was stunned. Quickly, he rebutted, "That call—"
"What call?" Yujin asked, his gaze getting colder. "Did you talk to someone while I was away earlier?"