Bad Things We Do

He is searching for the girl he knows in the distant and unfamiliar woman she has become. The parts of her that he whispered love to every day, that he touched and caressed with his hands every day.
‘It’s really Yoon Jung-won.’
In the darkness, Taeha muttered to himself cynically.
‘Yes, it’s me.’
No sooner had she finished answering than his nose touched hers, followed by his soft lips. His heart pounded madly. It wasn’t love, but it felt like love.