Jihoon stood motionless, as if afraid that moving a muscle might give him away. He squinted from beneath his lashes, trying to confirm whether the guy in front of him was actually Taeoh or just some random person who happened to sound eerily similar.
Regardless, he stayed alert. He wasn't about to take any chances.
Quietly, he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, tugging it forward to draw a shadow over his face. The cotton seam hugged his jaw like a partial disguise as he kept his head bowed and shoulders hunched as if to fold himself smaller.
Then, like cruel timing in a thriller, his phone buzzed to life. The familiar ringtone broke through the ambience of the store, a chime too cheerful for the tension pressing down on him.
Jihoon snatched the device from his pocket and swiped it silent without even glancing at the screen. The melody cut off in an instant and he saw a call notification pop up with Ryul's name.
