Write by Fiber Fragrance
“Huh? Isn’t that Min Yoongi?”
Someone called my name, and when I looked around, I saw my classmate Seok-cheol at the next stall. He didn't look drunk yet. Glad to see him again after so long, I went into the stall and sat down opposite Seok-cheol, looking at him.
“It’s been a while.”
“Hey~ You’ve become a total genius composer~~”
“What does our genius do so late at night?”
No. Listening to his tone directly, he seemed a little drunk. I agonized. Should I tell him what happened? Or not? It's okay, just tell me. I'm curious. Was it relief at Seok-cheol's words telling me to tell him? Or was it because I was a little tired too? I told him everything. That's why I heard what he said.
“Hey… Hey, drink first.”
So we drank and talked at that food stall, losing track of time. Perhaps because it had been so long since we last drank, I quickly developed a headache. My eyes were starting to blur and close, when I heard Seok-cheol talking to someone on the phone.
“…..I miss the heroine.”
And as I blink my eyes as hard as I can to keep my wits about me, I see a familiar face in the distance.
What the heck? Why can't I see the heroine? Am I seeing things wrong? After that, my memory disappeared.
I hoped that person would be Yeoju. You, you.
I walked aimlessly. To calm my mind and forget about it with my usual habit of drinking, I went to a convenience store and opened a can of beer alone. I knew it was a bad habit, but if I didn't do this, I felt like I'd never be able to forget.
Chiik- tak-!
Just hearing the sound made me feel refreshed, so I quickly took a sip. The beer was incredibly cold, and I felt its chill ripple through every nook and cranny of my body. Finally, a strong carbonation and bitterness lingered in my mouth. I found myself frowning.
I was almost done with the beer, the can was empty, and there was only about a sip left when I got a call... It was Min Yoongi.
"……hello."
-“Oh, hello. I’m Yoongi’s friend. Are you his girlfriend?”
“…Yes, that’s right… but why?”
-“Oh, that Yoongi is very drunk.”
“……Where are you?”
-“This is the pojangmacha in front of the station..”
“I’m sorry. I’ll go quickly.”
Thump-
I quickly downed the last sip of beer, threw away the trash, and headed toward the station. I couldn't even handle alcohol. My pace quickened in my haste. And when I reached the food stall,
“..Madam, Madam….”
There was you, completely drunk and nodding off.
Why do you keep making things difficult for me?
There's nothing wrong with you, so why, why do you keep doing it because of me?
You are broken.