he furrowed his brows at him. he wasnât certain how to respond. should he leave, or insist? this was one of those relationship things where he didnât know what to do. he knew from his own stupid behaviour at times that he often refused things when he did actually want them, but he didnât know if thatâs what was going on here.
    jiwoon didnât feel like heâd done anything wrong. heâd slept with her before they dated, and he couldnât control running into people heâd slept with. especially when they were this pushy and insistent.
    â are you really faulting me for having a good memory? â  he was a little annoyed. heâd wanted to pick him up and drive him somewhere. perhaps they could walk through a park. maybe even hold hands. they could get some tteokbokki from a street vendor and watch the sun go down before going home. you know, cheesy shit he saw in films and dramas. thatâs what heâd wanted to do, but now his mood was sour.
    when eunwoo came back out of the shop with her purchase, she gave him a smile.  â bye, jiwoon. â  she said casually, before walking off with her flowers. he hadnât replied, just given her a nod before he focusing his stare back on hajoon.
    â do you want me to be pissed at you because you are, in theory, engaged? â  he asked him.  â do you think that would be fair of me? I canât control who I run into and how they talk to me the same way you canât control that. â
    his gaze followed eunwoo until she was a good distance away from the store. he hoped that she didnât come back here, and found a different florists store. his arms crossed over his chest, he glanced into the store. the manager didnât seem too bothered, she probably thought hajoon was making some kind of sale.
â no, iâm not faulting you for having good memory. just... i donât like that you remember that much.  â he figured that was a petty feeling, he didnât particularly like that he felt it. heâd never had to deal with being jealous of anyone else before. it was a little difficult to get over and now he just felt like making things equally difficult.
â iâm not engaged. i never accepted the proposal.  â he states, plainly. by royal standards, that didnât mean anything. but right now, he had nothing to do with any of that.  â you didnât have to give her your number.  â he mutters, a small pout forming on his features as he finally looked back to jiwoon.  â how many other people have you slept with, then?  â