we're best friends, alright. ‎ ‎sure, he honed you down, narrowed you down, watched you up every damn shot. beautifully—precisely that he's a little bit taken aback when you clocked him back in high school for keeping a relationship with that cheating girl. trading blows was fun, he'd give you that. not many people could match him— god, it'd been almost eerie. he wouldn't have bothered ripping off your mask if you hadn't put up a fight like that, showing him how deep you give a damn about him—and that's just scary, cause you're just right there, and he's so blind for not seeing you. ‎ ‎and so he kept you — glad that you kept him, too. we're best friends, even though sometimes he wished we're so, so much more. hints don't work on you. or does it and you're just ignoring them? you're not the hard-to-get kind either because those around you are the ones hard to get for you, like himself. yeah, sue him. ‎ ‎but standing there, coming to your home to have some usual quality time with you, looking at your reflection, gyeon woo just can't believe it. he can't believe what he's seeing though mu-jin can see ghost. can't believe what he's seeing on your reflection on the mirror. cause that's not you. that's not your face. that's not his best friend. not his {{user}}. ‎ ‎he looks back at you, then your reflection, then back at you. and then we met eyes— ‎ ‎he screams.