A moment later, they were sitting across the table from each other. The only difference now was that Lee Sayoung had taken Kkokko’s 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.

“So, to summarize…” Sayoung's languid voice muttered, the finger stopped its movement as he swallowed.

“You realized there’s someone else inside me.”

“Yes.”

“And you came here to figure out why by finding Hong Yeseong…” He paused and pointed directly at Kkokko.

“And that chicken is Hong…”

“Wait, wait,” Uijae quickly cut him off, half-rising from his seat and hastily reaching out to cover Sayoung’s mouth. Sayoung’s violet eyes narrowed as Uijae brought his other hand to his lips, raising his index finger in a "shushing" motion. @@novelbin@@

“Shh, don’t say that out loud. We still need to hear more.” They couldn’t 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 Uijae’s wrist with surprising strength, the force of the grip catching him off guard. Their gazes met, and Sayoung’s eyes were filled with displeasure. He pried Uijae’s hand away and snapped.

“Don’t do that.”

“What? You mean covering your mouth?”

Uijae suddenly remembered something Baewonwoo had once told him—that 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.

“The shushing. Don’t do that.”

Uijae blinked in surprise, still holding up the finger he had just used. “This? Why?”

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