bad boy
w. ramen
#02
“I’m sorry, son.
“We didn’t know it would be this sudden.”
“It’s okay, I’m not a kid.
But does the heroine know? I'm going."
“Didn’t Yumi already tell you? I don’t know.
By the way, it would be nice for the son to be with the female protagonist again.”
“The heroine will hate me.
“I guess it’s a good thing they don’t tell me to get lost the moment they see my face.”
“Huh? Why does the heroine hate you~”
“He’s hated me since long ago. I’m the only one who liked him.
Anyway, don't worry about me and have a good trip."
With my mom and dad suddenly transferred overseas, I was left alone in Korea. Needing a place to stay for just one year of high school, I was debating whether to find a studio apartment near my school or stay with relatives. Then, my Aunt Yumi readily offered to rent the attic in her house. It was about an hour away from my original school, meaning I'd have to transfer, but I didn't have to worry about it. I was going to get in on the regular admissions process anyway, so I didn't need to worry about rolling admissions. And most importantly, I couldn't miss the chance to see Kim Yeo-ju again after five years.
“I missed you.”
Those were the words that came out of my mouth the moment I saw Kim Yeo-ju. Our chubby, cute raccoon had disappeared, and Yeo-ju had become a completely different person. The moment she saw my face, Yeo-ju frowned. "Even after five years, you still hate me," she thought bitterly.
"what?"
“What the hell, Naji.”
“What’s that luggage? Why are you here?”
“I guess your aunt hasn’t told you yet.
“I’ll be living here from today, in the attic above you.”
"why?"
“You seem to have a lot of questions about our first meeting in five years.
“Let’s get to know each other little by little. I’m a little tired from the long journey.”
The heroine made a bewildered expression. "Oh my, that expression is the same now as it was five years ago. It's the expression of someone who's truly out of their minds, but just seeing that expression makes me want to tease them. It's like a raccoon yapping.
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“Wow? Can I finally see the Kim Taehyung I’ve only heard about?”
“I don’t know… And what about Kim Taehyung, whom I’ve only heard about?
If someone saw me, they would think I’ve been talking about Kim Taehyung for years.”
"That's right. You talked to me so much that I've even developed a close relationship with you. Isn't it because you can't forget Kim Taehyung that you're not dating?"
“What are you talking about! It’s not like that!”
“If you live in an attic, do you eat together every day?”
“Oh. I’m just going to sleep in that room.
“Why doesn’t my mom ask me about such important things…!”
“What’s love and hate? You like Kim Taehyung.”
“No. It’s been a while since I completely forgot.”
Kim Taehyung is just a memory. Even at that young age, he was the first person I'd ever liked to the point where those feelings were still vivid, so I just shared a little bit of my memories with my friends. And Kim Taehyung was also so handsome, so that was also a part of my elementary school stories, so I've talked about him a few times over the past five years whenever I thought of him. Kim Taehyung isn't just love, it's a memory I want to cherish, so I just think about him sometimes. We've been apart for five years, so how could I be crazy and still like him?
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“Mom, where is my school uniform?”
"good morning?"
“…. Thanks to bedtime.”
““Good morning, thanks to you.”
“What is that uniform?”
“This? Why?”
“Why are you wearing our school uniform?”
“Because I transferred schools.
“Isn’t this the closest school from here?”
“What the hell are you talking about? It takes 30 minutes by subway.
“Why bother when there’s still a lot of it right in front of you…?”
“Is that what I feel? Dissatisfied?”
“…. “Let’s not talk, let’s not talk.”
“By the way, you’ve grown a lot.
“It used to be really small. It’s not that different from me.”
“You must have gotten smaller, you little punk.”
“I’m not small.
But aren't you happy with me at all?
"…. not really."
“This is really too much.”
“I missed you so much I transferred schools.”
“….”
It's always been like this. Kim Taehyung has been saying things like that to me nonchalantly since a long time ago. He didn't mean it even a little, but I remembered how excited and hopeful I used to be at the thought of such words. And even though I knew they weren't sincere, the fact that my heart still fluttered five years later was incredibly frustrating.
“Why are you acting so serious again…?”
“Everything is easy for you, whether you were in the past or are now.”
“Yeah, that’s right. It’s you, Kim Yeo-ju, so what could be difficult?
“Are you having a hard time with me?”
“…. You really are a bad kid.”
Since I was a little kid who liked you, you've never been comfortable. I've still been so damn easy on you.
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“Hey, but isn’t that something that friends can’t express to that extent?
“Doesn’t Kim Taehyung like you?”
“X is just a fox cub, he just knew it.
"Back then, and now. I'm sure you're under the illusion that I still like you. That's why you're saying that on purpose."
“You mean a fishing ground?”
“…. I don’t know, but anyway, that kid knows everything and still does it. It’s just annoying that I’m still excited even though I know that.”
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/ ✍🏻 /
You came too late,, because it was a holiday🥲
17 days left until the finals. Who am I?🤷♀️
This piece is going to be a bit slow going… .
I miss you😭