“… You dig inside me just like Tattoo

You took half of me just like Tattoo

Even in your scent that passed me by

In your speech is my tattoo with my bones embedded…”

“What?” Soojung asked curtly.

“Should I pick it up?” He gulped, asking for her permission.

“I have no rights to prohibit you. Just answer her in case she needs your help.” She shrugged her shoulder indifferently, acting all fine while in fact she feels like getting salts on her cuts.

He deadpanned but grabbing his phone instead and slide the green icon, “Ugh, yes?”

Soojung watched him silently, trying not to be seemed pained. You know exactly what she feels, women? He’s just lifting you up to the sky a minute ago yet you have to fall down to the ground the next minute. There, she feels like a .

He keeps staring at her while talking on the phone, “Uhm, I’m not at home.” She can’t hear what conversation they have but her brain was smart enough to understand it just by listening to what he said, "... me? I'm just... entertaining a client."