When you cut open a strawberry, there is a pure white core under the red outer layer. Its body is like a strawberry
Rum, her snow-white skin was covered with red hickeys.
“Are you annoyed?”
Yeo-ju, who was always annoyed by Tae-hyung's bangs covering his face, recently
I took him to the beauty salon. Then everyone noticed his handsome face.
The number of women who give out their numbers, whether or not the female lead is present, has increased.
Just like right now.
“Excuse me, can I have your number?”
The girl with the number handed over her phone, twisting her body and flipping her hair. Taehyung
He waved his hand with a puzzled face. It was clearly a sign of rejection, but he waved his hand.
She felt something was wrong because the sound was not loud and she could not hear it, so she did not give up.
Didn't.
“Then please give me your number!”
“Um, that’s, I have a hard time with numbers…”
If it were normal, the female protagonist would have stepped in and stopped the number girl, but where
I just watched quietly to see how he would react. Taehyung helped.
He was embarrassed by the female lead who did not give him anything and looked at him for help, but the female lead
He still kept his eyes fixed on Taehyung without saying anything. Could it be that?
Will you accept it? Taehyung is docile from birth and cannot refuse, but next to him
He had a lover, a female protagonist. She was confident that he would reject her.
But, I started to feel uneasy about the situation that didn't seem to be ending easily.
“Please be sure to call me back at that number later!”
Oh, right... I finally got the note. After a long argument, the number girl
In the end, he put a note with his number in Taehyung's left pocket.
He succeeded and ran away with a smile until the end. And then
In the place where the woman left, Taehyung was standing there blankly and the woman was getting angry.
Only Joo was left. Taehyung was just fiddling with his hands and watching the situation, and Yeoju
He tried to speak several times, swallowed it, and then brushed his hair back and complained.
He let out a mixed voice.
“Do you put that fucking bitch’s safety first or mine?”
I didn't even expect something as impenetrable as Taehyung. He's such a soft-hearted person.
Yeoju knew him very well. But, she didn't know he would be like this. Yeoju
Taehyung, at least in front of his lover, regardless of his withdrawn personality
I thought I would block the incoming number. Because of my rejection, a single number girl
I'm afraid of hurting your feelings, so I'm making my lover feel this miserable.
Isn't it natural that it doesn't happen?
"Sorry......"
“Haa.......Get in the car.”
Taehyung, who had been hesitating, opened the door of Yeoju's red sports car. He
As soon as she carefully sat down in the passenger seat, she put the car into gear, and the two were quiet.
Headed home with .
“Take your luggage.”
"uh......?"
“Didn’t you hear? I told you to take your luggage out.”
Taehyung was living with the owner of the building, Yeoju, and was staying with her.
That means, if the female lead tells Taehyung to leave, he has no choice but to leave.
That's what it is.
The heroine lit a cigarette with a lighter and took a drag. Soon
She exhaled white smoke between her red lipsticked lips, and the smoke
The clouds became colorless and disappeared, leaving behind the distinctive acrid smell of tobacco.
“Don’t you understand? Get lost.”
“Oh, my lady... why, why...”
“Oh, you don’t understand if I just say it like this? I’m just a guy who takes care of other women.
I'm saying we should break up because it's not necessary. Then, since we're strangers, I shouldn't bring strangers to my house.
Should I bring it in?"
“Lady, sleep, just a moment...”
“If you can’t do it, I’ll do it. You’re too slow.”
The female protagonist, who had only smoked a few cigarettes, quickly went to Taehyung's room.
Taehyung walked in. Surprised by this, he quickly followed Yeoju in.
Yeo-ju opened Tae-hyung's closet and took out the clothes, throwing them on the floor.
Taehyung shouted, grabbing the wrist of the woman who was emptying the closet.
“What are you doing now!”
“Did you grab her wrist when she was putting in her number?”
Yeoju was looking straight into Taehyung's eyes. She was really trying to get her mind together.
Taehyung's anxiety was like a balloon about to burst at the sound of a voice that was as flat as a bell.
It swelled up and became very big, and the hand holding my wrist stopped shaking.
I couldn't.
“Please, please stop... I’m sorry. I’m sorry...”
“Why me?”
“I will be better at refusing from now on. I will speak firmly even when someone approaches me.
Just once. Just give me one chance. Lady, please. I was wrong. I, ugh,
I will do well......"
“......” The female protagonist looked at Taehyung, who was crying with his arms crossed, and thought about it.
It wasn't a question of whether I should keep him or not. He was so handsome and innocent.
How can you give a girl who is like a golden dragon and only looks at you to another girl?
Of course, I will take Taehyung with me, but I don't know what to do about him.
It was a concern about .
The female protagonist, who had finally made a decision, opened her mouth.
“Take it off.”