“You don’t remember, don’t you?”

His words were echoing loudly in my brain. I lay perfectly awake at 4 a.m. because of his words.

“Remember what?” I asked. It’s been a week since the last time I saw Yunki in the Café. He had been calling me so often only to ask me to talk to him. He said he likes my voice. Thank God he didn’t see it. My face was as red as boiled prawn when he said that.

I took my phone that I placed on my nightstand. I turned it on and without thinking I dialed Yunki’s number. He was always the one who bothered me at weird hours, now it was my turn to do so. It was okay, wasn’t it?

Three ringing later, his raspy sleeping voice could be heard from another line. This man was so damn y in every aspect.

“Hello? What’s up?”

I cleared my throat then I started to sing the song that I thought would fit this hour. (Listen to this song. Pretend that this is Haneul Voice)

I finished singing and there’s no sound at all from Yunki. Maybe he fell asleep, I thought. A small smile formed on my lips. “Yunki oppa?” I called his name softly. Then a breathy chuckle was heard from the othe