Ep.37
The chairman, with a look of immense satisfaction on his face, responded to Jimin's answer. "If it's because of this woman that I'm willing to go through hell, then there's no need to kill her," he said, and Jimin held back tears.
"It's fucking, it's like...
"I wish I could say something, Father."
"......"
"Then it's a shame that I'm going to get cursed at a lot.
Isn't that right...?"
"If you want to do it, do it.You are my son.
It's a place where you can do whatever you want. But not now."
The chairman got up from his seat, strode over with long legs, and ruffled Jimin's hair as he knelt down.
"See you in three weeks. It'll probably be a bigger mess then, but
Just stay alive."
"Fuck...lol"
"Please, just let me know that you've been missing for three weeks.
I hope it gets across."
The chairman, who had listened intently to Jimin's seemingly muttered words, once again sank his expression and left the room.
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.
.
So everyone followed the chairman out of the room, leaving only two people in the still air. Jimin, still tied up and on his knees, simply stared at Yeoju, then heavy tears fell. At the same time, his head dropped.
"......"
And then, coincidentally, the heroine slowly opened her eyes. It was already too late, and only after all the irreversible events had occurred did she begin to grasp the situation.
But Jimin, kneeling before me with his head bowed, didn't need any explanation. He looked at me in astonishment and opened his mouth.
"...Jimin"
"......"
Jimin had no answer, but the sound of sobbing and tears falling could be heard. Even though it was a club, even the slightest breathing could be heard in that otherwise quiet room. That's why Yeo-ju instinctively knew this wasn't an ordinary situation.
He got up from his seat as if he had never had a drink before and approached Jimin, kneeling down in front of him.
"...I don't know what happened, but...
"Just a moment... can you raise your head...?"
The female lead asked quietly, but Jimin just slowly shook his head at the question. And the female lead said she understood, showing a little emotion.
It seemed like he was trying to help the harvester.
Yeoju gently grabbed Jimin's hands, which were hanging limply between his knees, and Jimin's tears fell even more. Feeling sorry for those endless, unceasing tears, Yeoju moved a little closer. And slowly,
I hugged him.
Jimin didn't resist that embrace. No, he probably didn't want to. He couldn't. Her embrace was warm, and he didn't want to escape. He could feel the comfort she brought him.
"...sorry"
"...what...?"
.
.
.
"I'm too young...
I'm just sorry about that..."
"...if you were older than me,
"Because I'm confident I can do better than I am now...?"
"...yes..."
"If I just study a little bit better,
If he was a good fighter, these things wouldn't have happened..."
"......"
"I... am in the position of a normal successor
Because I can protect my sister... but..."
"I can't do that right now... I'm so sorry..."
Yeoju sighed deeply, perhaps finding Jimin's apology absurd. She said that no matter the situation, conflict and confrontation inevitably exist between people, and that this will not change, no matter what the circumstances.
What he meant was that Jimin didn't have to feel sorry for Yeoju for being young.
The woman untied Jimin, who had been overcome with emotion, and put her arm around his shoulder, tugging him up with difficulty. Perhaps the paralysis hadn't yet returned, Jimin couldn't walk properly. The woman, saying she had no choice, slowly helped him out.
"Aren't I too heavy...?"
"No, not at all, you're so skinny, you look like a feather, a feather."
The female protagonist, who spoke with such confidence, was sweating profusely because it was by no means easy to support a man who was heavier than her, wearing those clothes and those shoes.
"Just call Kim Taehyung or Hwang Hyunjin or anyone...
If we continue like this, we'll both get hurt."
"They... are going somewhere else with my friends first
"I just got a text."
"Ha... those idiots with no sense of duty..."
"Oh, don't say it, it's heavy."
"You just said it was like a feather."
"Feathers... yes, they are feathers, but they are rather heavy feathers.
So, keep quiet and try to move your legs..."
"Okay... Okay."
Jimin somehow managed to take a step forward on his own, and Yeoju helped him as best she could. After walking for a while, they finally left the club and reached the street. They quickly sat down and caught their breath.
"Wow... You really worked hard, sis..."
"...Haaak... Okay... Huh... Huh..."
"For someone who only studied, you're quite strong, sis."
"That's... what a lovely thing to say..."
"Breathe slowly, panting like that will make it harder."
"...after..."
The female protagonist nodded at Jimin's words and took a deep breath, repeating the process. After a brief rest, they quickly caught a taxi and headed home.
And the next day, the female protagonist shed tears from early in the morning.
placed on the deskThat paperIt was because of that.
『 Sister, I probably won't be able to go home for three weeks.
Something came up, and I hope you don't try too hard to find out. I won't hide anything from you just in case something happens. I might die...
It's true that my older sister is worried. Please worry about me. And the group of people next to me will take good care of me, so just wait. I'm sorry I can't leave a long message because I don't have time.
Thank you for yesterday...
See you in three weeks.
-Jimin who loves his older sister-
』
@Hmm... I'm sorry it's short considering I took a long break...ㅜㅠ
@But you'll still cheer for Sonting, right...? (It's raining...))