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Sangwoo jerked his head back as if he had been sucked into the monitor and saved the picture.

The second post was of the shop he worked at, which he had tagged.
Jaeyoung seemed to be working at ‘Olive Tree,’ because he was helping out the owner, whom he seemed to know well.
He was standing in front of the café with the owner, and the days and time he was working were written on it.

‘That smile is clearly fake.’

Saved.

The next post was also a promotional one, and the one after that was a personal photo.
He was sitting in front of a computer, wearing a black beanie in that one.
His hair color was still bright.
Sangwoo saw how dark it was outside of the window, so it seemed like Jaeyoung had been doing homework all night.

‘How would a person who pulled an all-nighter look so flawless? There’s no need to stage a picture.’

Saved.

Next, next, next.
The mouse moved frantically.
Jaeyoung was making strange poses with his friends in a photo where he was dressed up in a suit.

‘Attention seeker.’

Saved.

The next post was a short video clip of him wearing a helmet and guards.
He was sitting on the floor and laughing after having fallen off his skateboard during a practice session.

‘… Moron.’

Saved.

In the next picture, Jaeyoung was standing in front of a large wall where he had spray-painted strange fluorescent letters and a black tongue.

‘Definitely painted a stupid-looking monster.’

Saved.

In another picture, he was standing in front of a black background, wearing heavy theatrical makeup with his eyes closed.

“…”

Saved.

It was too difficult to try to define him in one word: a bewitching smile, sparkling eyes that drew you in, with a mischievously crooked grin, a laugh that seemed sarcastic, a smile that looked villainous.
Sangwoo suddenly remembered when he was six years old and first saw a toy forklift.
After begging his parents for it for the next 15 days, his father secretly bought it for him without telling his mother.
He had felt the exact same way then as he did now.
Even now, in his mid-20s, Sangwoo’s heart still started pounding whenever he saw a forklift.