"Jo Yeo-ju, what are you doing now?"
"Yoongi-jjing... why... are you here..."
Min Yoongi spots the female protagonist smoking a cigarette in an alleyway, wearing a black T-shirt. It's not the first or second time, but it's frustrating because she doesn't listen to him.
"Do you want to turn around? Or do you want to pull it?"
"I should turn it off...^^"
The female protagonist was annoyed at Min Yoongi, who was acting like he was going to smoke, but was also trying to crack down on smoking.
"You stopped smoking for a while, but after we broke up, you started smoking again. Again."
A memory I don't particularly want to remember. I recently broke up with my boyfriend, and I feel like I'm completely consumed by frustration. People around me say I'm a total idiot, but I really loved him.
"I don't know. It's annoying."
"Do something else. Not smoking."
"Let's go to the department store together. I need to do some shopping."
"Are you trying to make a fuss over money again;;"
To be honest, all I had left was money. What could I do with all that? The money I spent on my ex-boyfriend alone could have bought me a foreign car.
"Just as you are a corpse without music, I am a corpse without money."
"This is ridiculous..."
Even though he looked at me like I was crazy, I felt good knowing that Min Yoongi would go to the department store with me. Blame it on me not having many friends... Yoongi-chan...
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It was 11 p.m. I was feeling a bit bored, so I went outside for a walk and a cigarette. A sound coming from a dark alley caught my attention, drawing me into the area.
"Tsk. How old are you to still be getting ripped off like this these days?"
A boy was being beaten by two other boys his age. It wasn't my job, so I didn't pay much attention. I just hoped there wouldn't be an article tomorrow morning saying someone died there.
"If you don't have money, you have to get hit. Right?"
“I didn’t like it when the beggar climbed up to sing.”
Two boys approached the boy who had collapsed on the floor and tried to slap him in the face with the cigarettes they were holding. The female protagonist, upon seeing this, opened her mouth.
"What are you guys doing... Huh, that's our school uniform?"
"What is that?"
"Hey, isn't that him?"
"Please tighten it...?"
The daughter of the principal of the high school Yeoju attends is none other than Yeoju. Most people probably know her. She's often on the lips of students for various reasons.
"It's annoying, so can you please stop doing this near my house?"
"Should I just go my way?"
"Shit. If you talk nicely, just get out of here."
"That crazy bitch!!"
The female protagonist looked at them with a look of disbelief. Don't they know there's a police station nearby? What on earth makes them act like this?
"Did he take any money from you?"
"This little bastard soiled my clothes. It's worth 700,000 won. Fuck."
The female protagonist smiled as if she found it funny.
"Only 70? What, you're a beggar too."
"what!?"
The heroine took out her wallet, took out all the cash, and threw it at them. She said she was giving it to them because she felt bad for them. She smiled mischievously, telling them not to worry about it, since they'd think she was donating to the poor.
"That crazy bitch is really acting like she's the chairman's daughter. She's actually nothing;;"
"I'm John Ye."
"...Yep."
They looked at her as if she was in awe. Honestly, she's pretty enough to rival any celebrity. Especially since she's so wealthy, what could a female protagonist lack?
"The police will be patrolling soon, so go ahead. I even gave you money."
"...You fucking thought you lived because of him."
Okay, those guys who just picked up the money and left were pathetic. They're definitely going to harass this kid again. Ah, I should've filmed it and suspended him.
"He's not dead, is he?"
"Why are you bothering me?"
"hey."
"...?"
"You are handsome."
It was dark so I couldn't see his face very well, but up close he was incredibly handsome. I don't think I'd ever seen him in school... How did I not recognize his appearance?
"What are you saying;;"
"What's your name?"
"Are your eyes swollen? Can't you see the name tag?"
"It's rough."
The name Jeon Jungkook was written on the name tag. It was a fitting name. Do you think even your name is handsome?
"Ah... you're that guy? The one who came in as a typical student."
"....."
His already crumpled expression seems to have become even more crumpled. I didn't mean to make him look like that.
"Well, that's not important. Your last number is enough for me."
"Who gave it to you? Are you crazy?"
"You're funny. You don't say anything in front of those idiots, so why are you taking it out on me;;"
"...If you mess with it, get out."
"Okay. I'm all better now that you're handsome."
Jeon Jungkook glared at me with an expression that said he had seen something truly unsightly.
"Get out of the way. I'll go."
"Where are you going? Should I give you my number?"
"What the hell are you talking about, keep doing this;;"
"There's nothing wrong with being friendly?"
"Get out. I don't want to get close to you."
"Ah, where are you going!?"
"I told you to give me your number!?"
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Noshibalkeepgoing Lee Yeo-ju...