Psycho den

What can someone like you do?

These days, the school is bustling with the upcoming festival.
I'm a festival person and I'm just tired now.
Because I didn't sleep well last night.

“Im Yeo-ju, why are you drooping?”

With her hair neatly styled and wearing stage costumes
Beomgyu suddenly showed his face.
After practicing the festival dance for a few weeks, it's time for rehearsals.
I guess you've finished it.

"I'm just tired."

"okay."

He didn't notice my tired expression and went out of the classroom.
I'm out. I'm not feeling well, so who cares about the festival?
I have some free time, that would be nice.

“Beomgyu, you look even more handsome after you dress up.”

"therefore."

After ignoring the gossip of the girls in the next class
I lay down on the desk.

Talk--

"?" 

Beomgyu returns to the classroom with a vitamin drink in front of him.
I put down a bottle.

“You said you were tired. Drink.”

"Oh, thank you."

Are you worried...? Anyway, I opened the lid and drank the drink.
I took a sip. At least I got something in my body.
It's better than that.

"...Do you want to see what I'm practicing right now?"

"now??"

"Yeah, now."

That's how I came to be a dance studio. A specialized arts school.
I guess the practice room is also luxurious.
Beomgyu turned his back to the mirror and said nothing.
I stayed still.

"......" 

“What are you doing? You said you wanted to show me what you practiced.”

“That’s not why I came.”

A low voice echoed through the space.
And then silence fell again.

“..Im Yeo-ju. I have something to ask you.”

He clasped his hands quietly.

“Do you like Choi Soo-bin?”

"What?? Why are you suddenly curious about that?"

“I think the atmosphere towards him has changed a bit.”

Beomgyu responded as if he was not pleased. But,
Why are you asking that question? Who cares about that?
Isn't that right?

"Anyway, answer me."

"Um... I don't like it. Because it helped me.
I'm just grateful."

"I see."

A faint smile appears on Beomgyu's face.
I can't even tell at what point I feel relieved.
He took a step closer to me as I was confused.

"Then what about me?"

"what do you mean."

“What do you think of me?”

I was momentarily speechless at the serious expression on his face.
What should I say now? What is the right word?
It doesn't come to mind.

“It’s a little scary, but it’s a reliable friend.”

"Is that all?"

“No, what kind of story do you want to hear?”

"Im Yeo-ju."

Beomgyu suddenly buried his head in my shoulder.
I was a little surprised and my body trembled.
Why are there so many sudden situations happening these days?

“You. Do you think I’ve been fighting all this time because I’m a hostage?”

Isn't that the obvious reason? If you brought me here as a hostage?
That's right.

"At first I thought so, but it wasn't.
I keep seeing you. For no reason."

What are you talking about right now?

"Whew... I feel so weird. What did you say?"

It feels strange to have light breath tickling the back of my neck.
I quickly pushed it away before I was overcome by strange thoughts.
Because if others saw it, it might be a bit misunderstood.

"Hey, get away from me."

"Your face is red. Where does it hurt?"

"Oh, I don't know!!"

I really want to squeeze that innocent face that doesn't know anything..
I kicked open the practice room door and took a breath.
My heart hasn't had a moment to calm down since yesterday.
If it's going to be like this, you humans might as well harass me!