Mongmong Psychology 1
A cold midwinter day. A quiet afternoon, people strolling the streets, each building memories in their eyes. It was also the warmest time of the day. And in the center of it all, a man and a woman stand facing each other. It's hard to call them lovers,It seems like it's already over.
"···I really can't live without you, sister."
Finally, in front of the man who was crying, a woman with an unchanging expression appeared. It seemed her feelings for him had already grown cold.
"···You're a lie to the end."
"······Sister."
"It must have been fun so far. You fooled me."
Do you do this to other women too?The woman with the uneasy expression took a step back from him. Between them, endlessly cold snowflakes piled up, as if to seal their end.
The man who had been quietly observing the woman wiped away his tears and opened his mouth. Sadness and sorrow still lingered on his face.
"Sister, are you sure you won't regret it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman let out a hollow laugh, a display of sheer bewilderment. The corners of her mouth rose crookedly for a moment, then fell back for a brief moment.
"I... regret the times I've spent with you."
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"You too. Don't you feel like you met the wrong woman?"
"What are you talking about..."
I won't ask you to give back what I gave you. Instead... don't even think about appearing in front of me again. The woman, who had firmly made her intentions known, glanced at the man's expression for a moment, then mercilessly turned and went her own way.
A man stared at the woman's back, his eyes glued to her. Tears streamed down his face without stopping. Even passersby felt a pang of pity, and stopped in their tracks.
When the woman finally leaves his sight... only then, as if he had been waiting, will he wipe away his tears and smile. He will say something with a particularly joyful sneer.
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"Yeah, we've dragged on like this for a long time."
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"Seol Yeo-ju, here."
A woman entered a bar, her nose and cheeks flushed from the cold. She was the woman who had just broken up with that man. Her name was Seol Yeo-ju. Her coworker and live-in friend, Kim Tae-hyung, called out to her.
He walked over to Taehyung and sat down, put his bag down on the chair next to him, and then gulped down the alcohol Taehyung had poured into his glass.
"···It's a total mess, really."
"Why? What did you say?"
"Don't break up. Are you sure you won't regret it?"
Taehyung, who was listening to the female lead, drank alcohol one after another and then put his glass down and said.
"That guy should have been abandoned a long time ago."
"···therefore."
"I bet he's played with her heart more than once or twice. He's never been so complicated with women. Why else would I, Seol Yeo-ju, fall for someone like that?" Yeo-ju, her voice laced with a sigh, gazed down at her empty glass. "A disgrace to a family of psychologists, really."
As the female protagonist said, she and Taehyung both work in the psychology field. The female protagonist is a psychological counselor, and Taehyung is a criminal psychologist. The reason they became close, became friends, and even cohabitated... is because of their similar professions.
"······I thought he was a good guy, but I'm an idiot."
"Yeah, you're an idiot."
"Why isn't there a single sane person around me?"
The female protagonist's hand reached for the soju bottle. She poured it into her own glass, draining it in one gulp. Taehyung, watching her, smiled bitterly and downed the remaining alcohol in his glass.
"From now on, you have to get permission from me to meet a man."
"···What are you talking about? Is there anything you would kill twice? Not dating."
"That's funny, I've heard that ten times."
"···greatness."
Taehyung immediately offered his glass to Yeoju. Yeoju clinked her glass with his. Then, Yeoju put down the glass she was supposed to bring to her lips. Then, as if she still had something to say, she opened her mouth, barely managing to speak.
"Should I quit my job?"
"Why all of a sudden."
"······I guess I'm just losing interest."
"Because of Jeon Jungkook?"
"···No, just something. Overall."
Knowing the human mind isn't always a good thing. Every time I'm in a relationship, I start to doubt myself... If I lie, it shows... Interpersonal relationships become burdensome. It's not just once or twice, but because I can't trust people, every moment is filled with anxiety, leaving me feeling lonely.
As if she had been holding back a lot of things, Taehyung stared at Yeoju, who felt it was the right time to pour out her heart. Yeoju, who had been fixated on her soju glass, had no idea Taehyung was looking at her.
"Stop it. I'll work harder."
"You're going to feed me?"
"Since we're living together, why not try being a husband?"
"Oh... Is that a strange suggestion?"
A sad smile appeared on the female protagonist's lips. This meant that she took Taehyung's suggestion as a joke.
So Taehyung listened to the female protagonist's lamentations and ended up not being able to drink a single drop of alcohol after that...
(The female protagonist drinks it all.)
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A house where two people live together.
Taehyung came home carrying the drunken (?) female protagonist on his back and laid her down on the living room sofa. He also took off the coat she was wearing.
"···Haam. Kim Tae-hyo~"
"Yeah, why."
"Kim Tae-hyo~ I broke up with you today."
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"He was a really bad guy... that kind of guy."
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"···Strangely, my heart aches..."
It's weird, really. What kind of foolishness do you have? There's no way Seol Yeo-ju would do that! ···Jeon Jeong-gu-gi cried earlier, but I knew it was an act, but~ My heart hurts. Yeo-ju, who muttered to herself and pouted, soon fell asleep on the cushion. Tae-hyung sat quietly on the floor and watched Yeo-ju like that.
Taehyung carefully placed Yeoju's bag, which he had carried on his back, on the table and turned his gaze back to Yeoju.
"······."
"I thought it ended coolly, but I guess that wasn't the case."
Taehyung, who was staring intently at the sleeping female protagonist, spoke. A small ripple appeared in his eyes as he looked at the female protagonist, leaning his arm on the table and resting his chin on it.
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On an ordinary day, someone ends their love.
Someone wanted that love to end.
And another one,
I've been loving someone without anyone knowing.
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