Yu-Seong was confident that he was completely disguised but, in front of the crosswalk, Kim Do-Jin was staring at Yu-Seong with blazing eyes.

‘Did he recognize me?’ 

After the light turned green, Yu-Seong got an answer. Do-Jin immediately approached Yu-Seong with big strides, directly faced him, and said, “Follow me, Choi Yu-Seong.”

“You’re sharp. How did you recognize me at once?”

“I can tell it’s you even from a kilometer away.”

“…It wasn’t such a sloppy disguise, though.”

In the first place, no one except Do-Jin recognized Yu-Seong. Even now, most of the crowds taking pictures of them were asking who the masked man beside him was. The only reason Yu-Seong could think of was that Do-Jin was the original novel’s main character.

“It’s noisy here. Why did you ask to meet me on the weekend?”

“It’s just because it was yesterday when I asked you to meet and you said yes. You also didn’t know it was the weekend, right?”

Do-Jin paused his steps, his earlobes turning red at Yu-Seong’s words.

‘This guy, he’s flustered.’ 

When Kim Do-Jin was flustered, the tip of his earlobes turned red. Yu-Seong was suddenly reminded of Do-Jin’s description, which...