"Why are you deleting things without my permission? It's my phone!"
Rim Young protested, reaching for it again.
"Why? So you can save that bastard's number later?"
Wi Hajoon didn't even look guilty. He glanced at Rim Young with an indifferent expression, as though Hyeong Ki's contact information was the issue here. Rim Young didn't want him to find out that he had deleted every one of his photos from his phone.
Since he hadn't needed to call his older sister today, he hadn't checked his phone once after work. Had he left it behind in the guiding room when he took it out? He couldn't even remember.
"I won't save it. So... can I have it back?"
Rim Young didn't try to sound anxious now, lowering his voice on purpose. Wi Hajoon studied him silently for a moment. Then, without another word, he turned the phone over in his hand and slipped it into his own pocket.
"Continue your shopping. You'll get it back when we leave."
"...."
