“Do you feel guilty thinking that I’m Kang Jaehun? I actually like it better.” Chaeyoung had secretly loved Jaehun for so long — the kind, bravely confident man who was always kind to everyone. When she heard about Jaehun’s marriage, she cried for him once again, even though there had never been hope of him liking her back. In that unbearable despair, she somehow turned to Jaehun’s younger brother, Jaejun, her childhood friend. “What about me? I look just like my brother.” “Isn’t that great? You’re obsessed with Jaehun’s face anyway.” Jaejun’s soft coaxing voice — with a face so similar to Jaehun — seemed like he was purposefully seducing her. “You’re offering yourself to me. That’s what you’re saying.” “… we’re friends, aren’t we.” At that, Jaejun laughed softly. As if to say, she was the only one who had always considered them as “friends.”
