for @theory74 | i never forget a face!
wonjae never claimed to be a master of subtlety, so at this point, he doesn't even try to hide when he's looking at someone, trying to remember who they are. this guy in the courtyard looks so damn familiar, and he's close to just going up and asking him who he is.
but that would mean admitting that he has forgotten, so instead, he continues squinting at this man from afar.
as time passes, wonjae's all but cracked the code—he's that hot guy who was on haetae for one year. he noticed his absence the following year; that's his job as vice captain, after all, to sort of know what's going on with other teams. he had some kind of metal thing going on anomaly-wise. he doesn't think that they ever competed together in that time, but he certainly saw him participate.
yet, wonjae can't remember his damn name. it's a shame; some part of him, in the very back of his mind, considered trying to recruit him to join gangcheori instead. maybe he had a good reason to leave, maybe he has some loyalty to haetae still, maybe not, but either way, it's worth a shot.
worst case, the guy says no way and they move on with their lives. but wonjae knows he can be quite convincing, when he wants to be.
no name comes to mind, though. nothing, not even a surname, not even a first letter, nothing. wonjae never forgets a face, but he's always had trouble putting a name to it.
fine. he gets up from his bench, closing his book—he wasn't reading anymore, anyway—and strides towards the individual.
"hey, you were on haetae last year, right? did we ever officially meet?"