[Contest] The tunnel we engraved.

[Contest] 02 | The tunnel we engraved.

I suddenly felt suspicious that he wanted me to go to his house instead of the tunnel. It's hard to believe someone like that would be normal these days. But I had nowhere else to go... Still, I felt it was too dangerous to sleep at a stranger's house, so I decided to decline the offer. So, I was about to speak...


“Ah... Is that a little too much? I’m going to my other house.”


'all"My other house? Does he have another house? What the heck, this guy... does he have a lot of money...? Yeah, he has a separate house, so I guess I can just stay here for a little while!"


“Okay, then…!”


The man gestured for us to step out of the tunnel and trudged out. Suddenly, the light dimmed, and I shielded my eyes slightly, staring at him. He had dimples, and they curved inward when he smiled, which was charming. Oh, right. He's renting out a house, so I should at least know his name!


“What... is your name?”


The man pulled down his hoodie, smoothed his hair a few times, bent his knees like he was in a tunnel, got down to eye level, and spoke with a bright smile.


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“My name is Im Sejun and I’m twenty-five years old. What about you?”


“Ah... I’m Kim Yeo-ju! I’m twenty-two years old.”


“I see, I can just call you oppa! Right?”


“Haha... Is that so? We just met for the first time today..”


The man, no, Sejun, seemed flustered, brushing the back of his hair with his right hand and gazing into the distance. Then, suddenly, he pointed into the air. I followed his finger. What Sejun was pointing to was a bright, round moon.


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“The moon is pretty, I’m thinking of buying one someday too.”


“Buy the moon···?”


“Aha, I didn’t know that! Right? You can even live on the moon. Isn’t that amazing?”


“Well, it’s just something like that?”


“You’re secretly cold-. Haha..”


“Oh, I’m sorry… I don’t usually trust people I just met. I don’t trust people I’ve known for a long time, either. Well… hehe.”


This man looked at me with a kind of pitying look. Well, if I were him, I think I'd feel sorry for him, too. But I hate that kind of gaze and I don't like people who pity me, so I decided I had to say something.


“I’m sorry, but if you’re just feeling sorry for me, don’t do it for me. I’m a rich person…”


“Pity? It’s not pity.”


“Then what kind of mindset do you have to take me home?”





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“Um... maybe it was just love at first sight? Then it’s possible, right?”