A moment later, they were sitting across the table from each other. The only difference now was that Lee Sayoung had taken Kkokkoâs place, and Kkokko was sitting beside Cha Uijae. Sayoung, supporting himself with one arm behind his back, slowly traced the rim of a glass with the finger of his other hand.
âSo, to summarizeâ¦â Sayoung's languid voice muttered, the finger stopped its movement as he swallowed.
âYou realized thereâs someone else inside me.â
âYes.â
âAnd you came here to figure out why by finding Hong Yeseongâ¦â He paused and pointed directly at Kkokko.
âAnd that chicken is Hongâ¦â
âWait, wait,â Uijae quickly cut him off, half-rising from his seat and hastily reaching out to cover Sayoungâs mouth. Sayoungâs violet eyes narrowed as Uijae brought his other hand to his lips, raising his index finger in a "shushing" motion.
âShh, donât say that out loud. We still need to hear more.â They couldnât afford to let the Hong Yeseong from another world leave just yet, not before they got the solution to this whole mess.
At that moment, Sayoung grabbed Uijaeâs wrist with surprising strength, the force of the grip catching him off guard. Their gazes met, and Sayoungâs eyes were filled with displeasure. He pried Uijaeâs hand away and snapped.
âDonât do that.â
âWhat? You mean covering your mouth?â
Uijae suddenly remembered something Baewonwoo had once told himâthat Sayoung hated being controlled in any way. He withdrew his hand nervously, but Sayoung gestured toward his own face with a tilt of his chin.
âThe shushing. Donât do that.â
Uijae blinked in surprise, still holding up the finger he had just used. âThis? Why?â