How to use Crazy You
Episode 19
"Sorry I'm late. I was looking for you because you didn't tell me where you were. I'm going to take a hot shower and get warm before I go to sleep. I'm going."
Kim Taehyung spoke to me as I stood in front of the door.
"taehyoung kim."
"why."
"don't go."
I caught you when you said you were going.
I don't know why, but I didn't want to send it.
I just wanted to be together.
"..."
"Don't go, sister."
"..."
"You open the door. I don't have an arm."
I said this because I was stuck in Kim Taehyung's house and didn't even want to take my arms out.
The door closed and I was standing in the hallway, dazed. Kim Taehyung stopped taking off his shoes and looked at me.
Kim Taehyung and I stood facing each other.
"taehyoung kim."
"why."
"Take this down."
I said, lowering my eyes to the zipper of the jacket in front of my chin.
Kim Taehyung's hand grabbed the zipper.
I unzipped it.
When I got halfway down, I reached out and hugged Kim Taehyung's neck.
And then he pulled me towards his face and placed his lips on mine.
I opened my closed eyes slightly and my eyes met with Kim Taehyung's eyes looking down at me.
I closed my eyes again.
Even with my eyes closed, I felt a hot gaze that seemed to be staring at me.
Perhaps that's why Lee Yeo-ju's useless pride kicked in and she kissed him until the end.
When I started to think that you didn't welcome me that much,
Kim Taehyung's arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me so that our bodies were touching.
We stood in the hallway for a while without even taking off our shoes.
I had lost my soul to soju and my reason to the rain, leaving only instinct behind. Perhaps a kiss wasn't enough for me, so I tried to unbutton Kim Taehyung's shirt. Then, Kim Taehyung pulled me away.
"You're going to catch a cold if you keep doing this. Take off your wet clothes quickly and take a shower with warm water."
"no."
"Why don't you like it?"
"bothered."
"hurry.."
"You wash it."
"what?"
"hurry."
"..cute."
"Oh, hurry up."
Kim Taehyung grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bathroom.
"What about Park Ji-young?"
My brother asked me, handing me a mug of tea as I sat there wrapped tightly in the blanket.
"To my parents' house."
I took my hand out from under the blanket and grabbed the handle and said.
"Not coming?"
My brother sat on the bed and looked at me and said.
"Yeah. He's coming tomorrow."
I had a sip of tea. It was peppermint tea.
I felt the hot tea flowing down my throat and into my body, and as my body warmed, the peppermint scent lingered.
"Who were you with that made you do that?"
"..Isn't that you?"
Who made me like this?
"..sorry."
"You're really unlucky..."
"Again~ Am I your friend?"
"..."
"Don't be rude."
"Hey... Don't act like you're old."
How much is that? This is really ridiculous.
"you?"
"Oppa!! You're only one year older than me, but you're trying to act like an adult...!"
My brother stretched out his arm and covered my mouth.
"Why did you run away earlier?"
He asked, lowering his hand again.
"..what."
"Are you that angry?"
"..."
The balance of the enemy is also oil.
It's my fault, so why do I feel like I'm getting scolded?
"I don't know."
"Tell me. Why did you do that?"
"I don't know."
I really don't know, what can I do?
I'm also curious why I did that.
"Why am I a bad kid?"
"...I don't want to talk about it. Stop asking."
"You have to tell me so I can fix it or not."
"..."
"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you really not need me as a model anymore?"
"..I don't know, why do you keep asking difficult questions?"
"What's so difficult.."
"Oh you, no, oppa, you're really unlucky, no, annoying,
Ah, there's nothing I can say!
I'll be fine. Take this."
I reached out and handed the cup to my brother, then pulled the blanket over me and lay down. He sighed, got up, and left the room. I pulled the blanket over my head and waited a moment before pulling my face out again.
"Kim Taehyung... Oppa..."
"..."
"Oppa!"
"uh?"
I heard my brother's voice from the kitchen.
I thought you were gone...
"don't go."
"what?"
I heard my brother walking towards me.
It was I who opened the door and peeked out.
"Don't go."
"Aren't you cold?"
"It's cold, really cold."
"Dress properly.. You're wearing it."
"Brother, hug me."
"...what."
"Hurry up. I'm cold."
"You're more aggressive when you drink..."
"uh."
I stood next to the bed and grabbed Kim Taehyung's hand, who was at a loss at my aggressive behavior, and sat him down on the bed. We made eye contact for 5 seconds.
After that, I pulled his wrist towards me again and tucked him under the blanket. I lifted my brother's arm and placed it behind my waist, and I hugged him back, moving closer to him and holding him tightly.
We looked into each other's eyes, close enough that our breaths could touch each other.
"Brother."
"why.."
"cold."
My brother hugged me tightly.
"I'm sorry about today, but for your own sake, please don't do that again. Okay?"
"...I don't know."
"You don't know how worried I was, does your throat hurt?"
My brother put his head on my shoulder and patted my back.
"Yeah. It doesn't hurt.."
"I'm glad you're not sick."
"What's fortunate is that I still don't hate you anymore."
"Okay, do whatever you want. Whether you hate me, dislike me, or whatever. Just don't get hurt. It might be hard."
Today's Jjang-goo is sick from the writer's poor writing skills.
Oh, and everyone... I'm going to make a new one after I finish this one.
I think this work will go over 100 episodes...
Even if it's boring, please understand ๐ญ