[BTS Jimin's Bing-yi-geul] Welcome, this is your first time being rude, episode 2

Dream Lover 02

This guy, who got in trouble before I could even say anything. He did it himself, and now he's telling me not to remember. Where on earth does he get such confidence?

""hey···!""

I can't just let him go like this. I became more curious about his attitude, which seemed like he was just going to say what he wanted to say and leave. I knew I had seen him somewhere, but I couldn't quite remember where I had seen him.

""I don't know what your situation is, but from now on, don't do this to someone you just met!!""

Before I could finish speaking, this man strode towards me, lowered his head to my eye level, and leaned his upper body towards me.

""I know, I know, but I'm sorry. But let's keep this a secret-""

This is the first time that I've felt so sorry without feeling sincere.

With eyes that could captivate all the women in the world, he smiles while touching his lips with his thumb.

I can clearly see that you're trying to let this slide because you think I'm easy...

Yeah, I'll pass. I will.

He put his hands in the pockets of the leather jacket he was wearing and leisurely walked down the alley, even whistling...

""··· ···no way.""

As I watched his back as he walked away, a distant memory suddenly came to mind.

...That crybaby high school kid?

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I followed his footsteps and came out of the alley without being noticed.

When I came to my senses, he had disappeared somewhere and was no longer there. I stood there quietly and looked around, and only then did I notice a familiar sign.

The letters Destin on the red sign shone brightly with the neon lights shining around, and before long, I was able to say with relief, “Ah, that was my place.”

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When I got back to my room, I just collapsed on the bed without thinking about what else to do.

Whether I was a stranger or a total stranger kissing me, I couldn't overcome the fatigue that had built up from a nearly ten-hour flight. So, I slept deeply...

When I woke up, the clock was already past 10 AM.

""Heehee···!""

Even if you just wander around outside, it's a trip that takes up too much time, but you oversleep during this time. Rubbing your eyes and trying to get out of bed, you twist your ankle and fall on the floor.

""Ah ...

Besides that, I got choked on my teeth while brushing and swallowed all the toothpaste foam, I suffered a lot because my eyebrows broke while drawing them, and the rubber band broke while I was doing my hair in a bun... It was literally a war. A war.

However, when she finally came out, the female protagonist, who had completed her appearance as a normal person(?), was simply cheerful. Coming out on a weekday at this time was something that had never happened in Hae-joo’s life for several years.

As soon as she came out, the sweet smell of bread immediately tickled her nose and she was dazzled. Thinking that she could finally taste the bread she hadn't tasted last night, she headed to the bakery···!!

vent complete

Sold out

All sold out

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""what···?""

The female protagonist doubted her eyes when she saw the sold-out notice crookedly and kindly written in various languages.

How delicious must it be to sell them all out, and it's not even lunch time yet?

The heroine, who had been filled with anticipation after smelling the bread for a moment, lost all hope in her eyes like a deflated balloon.

The heroine has no choice but to pass the bakery, unfold the map she had folded in her bag, and turn onto the main road.

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I only focused on the paper map and moved forward at narrow pace for a long time, and before I knew it, I had reached my destination.

""Huh···?! Huh!""

The heroine almost hits her head on a streetlight if she stops a step too late. She barely catches her breath and looks around, and when she sees a jaw-dropping view that comes with just one step, she immediately grabs an analog camera.

"···It's art, art."

With a click, the female protagonist, satisfied with the pretty picture she took, enters the building.

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As soon as I opened the old wooden door and stepped inside, a faint scent of lavender wafted in. I looked around a bit more and saw a diffuser.

And, the various works of art displayed on the walls. And lastly, the soft yellow-toned lights illuminating the works.

As she looked at the people quietly appreciating each other, Yeoju couldn't help but smile happily. The trivial experiences that had always felt distant to her were now right in front of her.

""It's amazing···""

This is a place where, rather than the works of famous artists, unknown artists offer their works for free and can be viewed for free.

I don't know who created this place, but I'm grateful that I can appreciate this kind of art..ㅎ

It was amazing to see how each painting had its own unique personality. Even though the colors looked similar, the more I looked into the painting, the more I noticed the detailed elements, such as the texture of the brush and the various coloring methods.

I'm slowly looking into each one like that...

""··· ···huh?""

I didn't expect it at all... no, I couldn't have expected it, so I was standing in front of it for a long time with my eyes wide open, wondering what... what...

···Isn't this me?

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So, what is this picture? It's a picture of the kissing accident caused by that guy last night. You don't believe it? Yeah. I don't believe it either. You're wondering what I'm talking about?... But this is me. There's one reason I'm sure of it...

The sign for the hotel I'm staying in, the bakery in front of it, and all the buildings I passed by are in the picture.

And... between those buildings, in an alleyway where the only light is moonlight, a black figure kissing, and a long-haired woman with her back against the alleyway wall. And even the shadows they create. A picture that boasts extremely high quality.

""··· ···.""

Rather than feeling embarrassed... I felt a sense of wonder, but I don't know if this is right.

I guess I'm not an ordinary person.

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Did a painter passing by happen to see us then?

Or maybe the person who drew this had this experience(?)?

If not that··· the painter's romance···?

As various thoughts raced through my head, I looked next to the picture frame containing the painting, and only then did I see the title of the painting and the artist's name.

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accidental

by. unknown

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The title is Korean...? In an art exhibition hall in the heart of France, a familiar language suddenly appears. The artist's name is anonymous, but is this artist Korean? If so,

First, this person witnessed me.

Second, if you've seen me - you must be living around here.

Third, the title of the piece is in Korean... Okay, I got the answer.

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There are people around me who understand what I say!

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The female protagonist, who thought she didn't need to see any more works, comes out of the building with excited steps, already filled with hope. It's almost like she's searching every nook and cranny of the neighborhood to find a Korean.

"I'm hungry because I've been thinking a lot."

After patting his rumbling stomach a few times, he looked around and focused on finding something to eat.

In the meantime, I discovered a food truck across the street and read the menu, boasting eyesight that rivals that of a Mongolian...

"Oh, it's a waffle-!"

I was so excited that I was about to run across the street, but the traffic light turned green again. Nice timing. I shouted to myself as I crossed the street in a hurry...

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Paaaaang-, the horn of a car stopped next to Yeoju, making a loud and long sound, and Yeoju froze.

""Hey...!!! You don't have eyes?!""

[Hey, don't you have eyes?]

No, I crossed the street at a blue light, so you're the one who doesn't see···!!!!!!! What kind of guy is this, I was about to say - the blue light displayed for the driver that I could see too.

What is this?

Immediately after, the cars behind that car also started honking their horns excessively.

I thought for a moment, "What is this traffic light?" and then I was in the middle of the crosswalk, and I was so flustered that I couldn't do anything_

Suddenly, someone's hand touches my shoulder. Before I can turn around, he's leading me to India...

Meanwhile, words that are presumed to be unspeakable curses can be heard from behind.

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I walked all the way to India, looked back and saw a blond man with blue eyes.

""···?""

I was staring at his face for a moment wondering who it was, when it was a man who spoke to me in a strange alien language...

-""Ça va? Vous n'êtes pas blessé?""

[Are you okay? Are you hurt?]

""Umm... Sorry, but I can't speak French.""

[Uh... Sorry, I don't speak French.]

-""Oh, sorry. Are you okay?""

[Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?]

He immediately spoke to me in English when I said I couldn't speak French. How could he look at me with such affectionate eyes when he had just seen me for the first time with such worried eyes...

How pretty is it when she nods and smiles brightly as if she is glad? Finding my marriage partner within 15 days of this trip might be easy.

As they say, people should play in big waters. Yeah. That's true.

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I would have liked to have a drink with that guy (I've already imagined it)

Since I have my own work to do... I had no choice but to end this with a simple greeting and a forced farewell.

I promise to myself that I'll catch him next time we meet. I bought a waffle and ate it. I'm going to start studying French today.

As if the whole world was helping me with my determination, every time I walked down the street, I saw men with perfectly shaped faces and physiques that looked like they were created by God.

I'm just so touched.

""Yeah... Life is nothing special.""

What's the use of having a stable job and lots of money? Without love, it's all useless.

'Haejoo, a 5-year office worker, came to Europe on a trip and her frozen heart started beating again.'

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"Ah···. Legs···."

As I walked and walked along the road, following the map, before I knew it, the spectacular view was right in front of me. I must have walked for almost two hours.

She could have just taken a taxi, but her stubbornness in walking to see at least one more man seems unbreakable to anyone.

After a moment of catching her breath, the female protagonist's mouth drops open and she immediately picks up the camera.

Perhaps because it was the weekend, an unusually large number of people gathered at the Eiffel Tower.

The heroine was lost in her thoughts and stared at the Eiffel Tower, and then suddenly, she took a few more shots, perhaps because she liked the background beyond the Eiffel Tower.

""How can the sky be this beautiful?""

The jazz music flowing out of all the restaurants, including cafes in the surrounding shopping district, really fit the four o'clock atmosphere.

People who are busy taking pictures without exception, couples smiling brightly while sharing their love, and children running around the road teasing each other.

Even the flow of the wind and the scent of the air. This very moment was enough to make my emotions surge beyond words.

As I walked a little further, I got closer to the Eiffel Tower and saw a wooden bench.

Fortunately, there was an empty seat, so I put my bag down first and sat down next to him. I looked up without saying anything, and a smile spread across my face as I looked at the sky between the Eiffel Towers.

I thought that I could experience this feeling while living.

Why is it? Is it because the sadness of the past comes to mind? Or is it because this moment feels like a dream?

Because of the happiness I felt after a long time? ······The tip of my nose was tingling. My throat was gradually getting tighter, and one side of my chest felt stuffy.

I don't know why, but I was a little embarrassed by the tears already flowing down my cheeks. Even if I wiped them away with my hands, the tears kept coming out. I just didn't know. The exact reason.

Eventually, I lowered my head and cried out loud. Without even knowing what I was feeling. It's a little funny. I was just crazy about men, but now I'm crying like this... haha...

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""It's rare to see people crying here,""

In the meantime, I heard someone else's voice from above my lowered head, and only then did I feel embarrassed and hurriedly wiped my tears and raised my upper body. Ah... I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even speak...

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was a bit of a nuisance."

Without even checking who he was, I was busy packing my bag... and then a man suddenly sat down next to me and got down to my eye level.

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"If that person is someone I know, it's a bit hard to just pass by."