The sound of the practice room door closing was unusually loud.
No one said anything
That one sound made it clear that today's practice was over.
Yejun put down the guitar and stood there for a moment.
Without untying the string or closing the case
The scene that happened a little while ago
It kept playing in my head.
Eunho's arm holding Flee,
Flea's shoulder as she cried inside...
and,
Even from the position of the person watching the scene...
It was a little closer, but it was already too far to approach.
'ah….'
The emotion I felt at that time was neither jealousy nor anger.
It was just, close to certainty.
The corridor in front of the hospital room,
Yejun stood in front of the vending machine and pressed the canned coffee button.
After a long time, he raised his head.
Thump -
The sound of the can falling was loud for no reason.
Yejun picked up the can and slowly leaned against the wall.
"under....."
The cold metallic feel was transmitted to my palm.
“…….”
I remembered the first time I saw Flea.
At first, he was just a hard-working junior.
"Mr. Kimplee?"
"Oh.. yes!!!"
"Come in~"
I thought he was a vocalist with a good emotional line who sang in a somewhat unique way.
.
.
Then at some point, my gaze started going there again and again.
Not when singing, but when you're with yourself...
Not when we practice together, but when we drink together.
‘Do you like Flee?’
Yejun asked himself that question many times.
But the conclusion was always the same.
Not yet.
That ‘still’ has continued until now
I just realized it now.
'Huh... I guess I brought this on myself.'
That night, Yejun returned to the practice room.
Only Eunho remained in the darkened space.
Eunho was sitting in front of the drum, looking at the floor without playing anything.
“Aren’t you going?”
Yejun said.
Eunho raised his head.
"…ah."
It was a short answer.
Yejun didn't sit next to me.
I stood a little distance away and threw the can of coffee towards Eunho.
“Drink.”
Eunho received it.
“…….”
There was silence for a while.
The silence was rather comfortable.
"you."
Yejun spoke first.
“I don’t like fleas.”
Eunho wasn't surprised.
He slowly turned the can, his head bowed.
"…huh."
There was no denial, no excuse.
Yejun smiled faintly.
“Huh... I see.”
That was all there was to it.
Eunho raised his head and said.
“I knew it.”
"what?"
"You like fleas too"
"That's why I've been quiet until now."
"...."
"I'm also precious to Flee...
You are precious too, Nam Ye-jun"
"Hahaha what are you talking about"
"sorry..."
Yejun shook his head.
“No lol, it’s not something to apologize for...”
After a moment of silence, Yejun continued speaking.
“I think… it’s a little late.”
Eunho looked on silently.
“No, to be exact, I think I just realized it was too late.”
Yejun took a sip of his canned coffee.
“When Flea looks at you... and when she looks at me, her eyes are different.”
At those words, Eunho's hand stopped.
“At first I thought it was just my imagination...
.
.
“No.”
"Nam Ye-j..."
"Good job, you won? LOL"
"Ugh... What kind of person am I?? This little brat..."
"Anyway!!! That's what you're supposed to have, right?"
"..."
"You do well, Do Eun-ho."
"Am I still a Flea lover? You seem to be having a hard time lately.
"You take good care of it."
"hey..."
"Then shall we go?"
So Yejun left the room.
Since that day,
Yejun has changed a little.
I didn't approach Flea first.
I didn't pat his head or play with him for no reason.
Fleet was also feeling the change.
“Senior Yejun..!”
One day, Flea called first.
"uh?"
“I… by any chance
“Did I do something wrong?”
Yejun looked at Flea for a moment.
"no."
“Then why…”
"what?"
"It's just... I feel like I've been growing distant from my senior lately..."
Looking at Flea, who couldn't continue speaking
Yejun smiled.
"he.."
And said.
“It’s just that the roles I can play have changed a little bit.
what...
“Do you like me?”
"Huh....huh???????"
"If not, why don't you try to get closer, Miss~?
Then I can't stand it either~"
".... ////"
"Haha, have a good time with Eunho, shall we go?"
Flea had a look of incomprehension.
Yejun didn't explain further.
A lazy afternoon in the hospital room
Flee was sitting on the bed, eating the snacks Eunho had brought one by one.
With Eunho's intensive care, Fli's condition quickly recovered,
The next performance rehearsal schedule was also postponed by three days.
Eunho, let's rest hard and then practice hard.
The hard work of persuading him was a great help.
“This is delicious.”
“Right haha”
Eunho said.
Flea hesitated for a moment and then opened her mouth.
"…senior."
"huh?"
“I… I’m a little scared these days.”
"? what?"
"I'm so happy....
.
.
"I suddenly feel happy again."
"Wouldn't that be a good thing?"
"But I'm still anxious."
Eunho didn't answer.
Instead, I let Flea continue talking.
“Singing… and standing on stage again.”
Flea lowered her head.
"however…
“There’s something even scarier than that.”
“What is it?”
“I’m afraid everyone will have a hard time because of me...”
Eunho sat very close to Flee.
And then he poked Flea's nose.
"That sound again!"
"Ouch!! What is it all of a sudden...!!!"
“No one is suffering because of you.”
Fleet raised his head.
“Really?”
"okay"
Eunho spoke briefly.
“And… even if it actually exists”
I saw Flea.
“It’s not your fault.”
"...I think it's comforting"
"Didn't we make a bet not to think about that until I recovered?"
"Uh...ah...."
"I think it was a bet to grant a wish~?"
"hmm......."
"You won't listen?"
"What is it, a wish...!!! It's human nature, tell me."
"Close your eyes"
"....??"
"It's a wish,"
Flea just stared blankly at Eunho.
It wasn't that I didn't know what it meant, but I thought I knew... so I kept looking at Eunho.
Eunho looked at Flea as if she found her cute and slowly raised her hand to cover Flea's eyes.
Eunho's body temperature was transmitted through the palm of my hand.
"........If you don't like it, tell me"
Flea didn't answer. Instead, he remained still with his eyes closed.
Eunho came closer very cautiously.
Enough to touch your breath.
.
.
.
That moment.
Yejun, who was standing in front of the hospital room door, saw the scene.
Flee, who had her eyes closed, and Eunho, who was so close...
Yejun didn't say anything.
He quietly turned his head and walked towards the hallway.
‘....’
I said to myself.
‘Now… it’s certain.’
Yejun walked without stopping.
I didn't look back.
That night, their relationship was finding its place as if by fate.
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Continued in the next episode >>