‘Yoon Kihyun…’
His face got particularly hot in front of Yoon Kihyun, and he often acted differently than usual. But if you saw that face, anyone would act that way.
‘He’s good at guiding and looks like that, so isn’t it natural for anyone to have favorable feelings?’
He definitely liked Yoon Kihyun’s face and guiding. Even Jung Sijun would feel guilty denying that face and those skills.
If Yoon Kihyun asked to sleep together again, he could, but he didn’t want to become lovers or anything like that.
Whatever the past was, now they worked together, so calling him hyung would look better to others than awkwardly calling him Team Leader or Kihyun-ssi, so he’d tried pushing for it for a while.
‘What, do you think I wanted to act like that with Yoon Kihyun?’
Jung Sijun ground his teeth while ruminating on the days of repeated rejection.
‘It’s not like I lack people to meet just because I lack guiding.’
No matter how he thought about it, him liking Yoon Kihyun didn’t make sense.
‘Right, if anything, it’s sympathy.’
Not only was he afflicted with a disease with expensive medicine costs, but hadn’t he directly confessed there might be problems with his memory?
Yoon Kihyun rarely talked about himself. So while it was all speculation, Jung Sijun knew his life wasn’t very smooth.
That’s why he kept worrying about him and his heart kept going to him. Plus, with how well he did guiding, there were more than one or two bastards eagerly eyeing him.
‘Right. Seo Igyeong, that fox-like bastard. Constantly asking if Yoon Kihyun is doing well and causing trouble, that’s why I’m concerned.’
If not that, what would he have to lack to like Yoon Kihyun? He was always thirsty for guiding, so he just clung to Yoon Kihyun and brought him as a personal guide.
However, his frustrated heart wouldn’t be resolved at all. His desire to get closer to Yoon Kihyun also remained unchanged.
‘But how can I get closer? I’m going crazy, fuck.’
It had been a while since he’d had a problem money couldn’t solve.
***
Yoon Kihyun prepared a small notebook. After realizing there was a problem with his memory, he intended to keep records like a work log.
He’d considered taking notes on his phone, but stopped because he thought he’d look at it even at home and his thoughts would multiply.
“What’s the notebook for?”
Today too, Jung Sijun sauntered over to Yoon Kihyun’s vicinity as soon as he entered the guiding room. The profile peering over as if curious about the purpose of the notebook in his hand was handsome today too.
After the conversation about memory in the car returning to the center from the hospital, Jung Sijun’s attitude hadn’t changed. He just talked nonsense and played around like usual.
That’s why Yoon Kihyun felt more uncomfortable. Because he felt Jung Sijun was being considerate for no reason and not showing it.
From the perspective of someone who paid tens of millions of won as monthly salary, he’d want to know what disease he had.
Jung Sijun just smiled affably without asking more questions. Quite different from before when he acted childishly.
“I’m going to try writing something like a work log.”
“Ugh. Isn’t that super annoying and meaningless?”
It was definitely a disgusted face befitting someone who seemed far from desk work. Yoon Kihyun chuckled and averted his gaze.
“Still, I need to write something down so I can check it later.”
“Memory, did you talk to the doctor about that?”
“My next appointment isn’t yet.”
“…How long do you have to wait?”
“In three weeks.”
“Three weeks?”
Jung Sijun blinked.
“It takes that long?”
“All university hospitals are like that.”
Yoon Kihyun replied nonchalantly while opening the notebook. He was scribbling with a pen while thinking of a work log format, when Jung Sijun scratched his head roughly.
‘Does it originally take this long between appointments?’
Having received various conveniences by donating large sums to university hospitals since childhood, the common treatment cycle felt unfamiliar.
Just look at Jung Sijun’s mother. Even when hospitalized at a university hospital, professors who supposedly only showed their faces once a day during rounds constantly went in and out of her room checking on her.
Yoon Kihyun’s treatment cycle bothered him, but there was nothing he could do. The novel excuse of installment repayment of settlement money was blocked, and he’d been told not to bring gifts.
Even if he racked his brain and insisted it was for his guide’s welfare, to a man who didn’t buy it at all, bringing up money talk would only earn him cold glares.
Plus, the tone that became oddly cold whenever the topic of the disease he was treating came up bothered him too.
‘…His condition won’t worsen in three weeks.’
Jung Sijun tried to think it wasn’t a big deal. It was unsettling that there were memory problems, but if he brought a notebook for that, what could he do? He just had to play along appropriately.
“So you’re really going to write in that?”
“I’m not going all out, just more like jotting notes.”
As expected of a workaholic. Jung Sijun, grumbling inwardly, looked around the guiding room, found a ballpoint pen, and came back.
“Then I’ll write too.”
“…You said it was annoying earlier.”
“Seeing Yoon Kihyun-ssi do it makes it look fun.”
At the face grinning while clicking the pen cap, Yoon Kihyun’s expression became awkward.
Someone’s memory is fluctuating so they’re trying to remember, but it looks fun my ass. He still strangely got on people’s nerves as always.
He was roughly drawing lines and writing the date as he remembered, when Jung Sijun’s pen slid over. Wondering what he was writing, he was making squiggly doodles in the corner of the notebook.
This bastard?
“…Team Leader. Move it away.”
“But you know. When you say work content, isn’t there nothing but guiding?”
“Still, it’s good to write down when I did it.”
“Hmm.”
Jung Sijun scribbled a few more doodles then moved away from the notebook with a face that had quickly lost interest.
“So you’re going to write what time you did how much guiding… what you talked about with me. Things like that?”
“Wouldn’t I have to do that to remember the details of conversations?”
“What? It’s totally Yoon Kihyun-ssi’s diary! That thing.”
“…Now that you say it like that, I don’t want to write it.”
Yoon Kihyun put down his pen. He’d intended to write only things related to work content, but being called a diary made him not want to do it.
It was something he said to lighten the mood, but Yoon Kihyun seemed to be in a bad mood. When the face that had been focused on the notebook cooled, Jung Sijun finally made a poor excuse.
“I was joking.”
“…I’m being serious here. It’s unsettling in many ways that there might be things I can’t remember.”
“Yep. I’m sorry.”
Jung Sijun apologized while scratching the back of his head. Then he sneakily brought his head closer again. Yoon Kihyun slightly pulled the notebook toward himself and glared.
“Why are you trying to look at someone else’s diary?”
“You said earlier it wasn’t a diary but a work log. So I have to approve it. Even though I live being treated like this, I’m still the employer. The one who pays Yoon Kihyun-ssi’s salary.”
What is this bastard saying?
Even as rebelliousness rose, Yoon Kihyun nodded. To refute, it was all true. It was true that Jung Sijun was the employer who paid his salary, and it was also true that work logs received approval from superiors.
‘Ah, should I have just taken notes alone in my phone memo or something?’
He felt like he was creating unnecessary work for himself, but it was already spilled water. Yoon Kihyun glanced at Jung Sijun once, then slowly moved his pen again. Though he was actually hesitating, not knowing what to write.
“The reason for writing this is because you can’t remember conversations, right?”
“Something like that.”
“Then you’re going to write down all the conversation content too?”
“Just what’s moderately necessary. I shouldn’t write content like Team Leader Jung told me what manga he watched yesterday, right? Probably.”
“Hmm.”
Jung Sijun pondered for a moment then raised his eyes.
“If Team Leader Seo Igyeong talks to you or asks you anything at the center, write it here.”
“…Even if it’s a private conversation unrelated to work?”
Is this bastard sane?
When Yoon Kihyun widened his eyes, Jung Sijun shrugged and played dumb saying, “Never mind if you don’t want to.” Anyway, if you let your guard down even a little, he was definitely someone who constantly talked nonsense.
‘Ah, I don’t know what to write because that bastard is watching.’
Eventually, Yoon Kihyun scrawled “wavelength check” in the work section and put down his pen, extending his hand.
“I’ll check your wavelength.”
“Ah, right away?”
Jung Sijun giggled as if something was so funny while obediently placing his hand. How that was so irritating. Yoon Kihyun unknowingly pursed his lips and closed his eyes.
‘I bought the notebook for nothing.’
But how much did I pay for that notebook? Of all things, I wrote on it with ballpoint pen so I can’t even return it. Yoon Kihyun swallowed a sigh inwardly.
