Transparent tears, whose names I couldn't tell, fell little by little onto the asphalt, and the asphalt was covered in tear stains.
“...Yoongi, are you crying?”
“...”
“What is it? What is it? It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
“I don’t think I can do it alone...”
“You idiot, let’s do it together-.”
Yoon-gi looked at Yeo-ju with wide eyes as if surprised by the emphasis on the word ‘together’.
The female protagonist smiled leisurely.
-
The next morning, when Yeonwoo opened her eyes, Yoongi was already gone.
“Yoongi, wake up first. What is it? Where did you go?”
I looked around the house but couldn't find Yoongi.
Yeonwoo frowned, feeling a bit awkward, and sat down on the sofa after wiping her arm.
"what..."
(-ding dong
The doorbell rang in the quiet house.
"who are you-."
The door opened before Yeonwoo could open it.
“Hey, Yoongi! Who’s behind you?”
“It’s me.”
“Where do you think you are?”
“Why are you being so cold? It’s not like I shouldn’t be here.”
"Yoongi, listen to me. The owner came to the store for no reason and hit me. Get away from me, Yoongi."
(-match
The one who slapped Yeonwoo's cheek was none other than Yoongi.
“I’m sorry, but I have no intention of pleasing you anymore.”
“...Yoongi.”
"These are divorce papers. Please return the title to the new house to Yeoju. And I hope we never see each other again."
After finishing what he had to say, Yoon-ki left Yeon-woo's house, no, the house where he and Yeon-woo lived under Yoon-ki's name.
The female protagonist smiled and followed Yoon-ki out.
"Yeonwoo, this is the punishment for coveting what belongs to others. You should know your place, right? Well, thanks to you, it was fun."