Jyeon watches me with a tight expression before sliding his arm behind his back and fishing his wallet from his back pocket. Saying nothing, infuriatingly calm while I'm starting to unravel.

"Catch." He throws it my way, and I impulsively scramble in the air to grab the freefalling black leather square.

"Why are you giving me this?" I frown at him in puzzlement. Grasping it tightly.

"Open it. Look in the side left slot. Pull it out. Tell me after that if I'm fabricating all of this. That there wasn't a part of me that truly loved you. That held onto you despite what I thought I felt."

I blink...