'like what?' he asked even though he was quite sure he knew the answer. the amount of bruises on her arms were quite concerning.
'i can't cry in front of people because of how many times mother hit me for being dramatic about my life, you know,' sohyun avoided his gaze.
'i get what you mean, sohyun.' beomgyu liked her name — how effortless and elegant it sounded when he said it.
sohyun suddenly laughed. 'i'm thinking i'm drunk from how much i just shared. there's no way i'm sober. you won't know what it's like to feel like me, beomgyu,'