— What does that mean?
— That's exactly what I mean. I don't like that girl, so don't misunderstand and let's go back to how we were before.
— No... What are you talking about all of a sudden? You said you liked me, oppa. Why?
— It was a mistake. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. I'll be leaving now.
- no···!
I don't know why I became a different person again. This time, my expression was completely unchanging, my face impenetrable. Whereas before, I'd spoken in a sullen, frustrated tone, now I was utterly resolute. It was as if I was truly being myself.
— Brother!
I flung open the door and called my brother again. Perhaps because we weren't in the room, he finally stopped.
— Then please be nice to me again like you used to. Smile at me, take care of me, be kind to me. Unless you really like me.
- all right.
— I want to go to the beach I went to back then.
—Suddenly···?
— Yes, I suddenly feel like going. Will you come with me?
—Get ready and come down···.
- all right.
Even if you just asked me to smile again, I'm not the type of person who would immediately smile and return to my old ways. I suddenly suggested we go out, hoping to spend the weekend alone with my brother and get along at least as well as we used to. Just wanting to hold on, I thoughtlessly chose the beach, which wasn't even in my plans.
— I’m going to be a little late today, so Mom and Dad, eat dinner first.
— Where are you going?
— I just wanted to get some air.
— Yes, come in before it's too late.
— Yes, I will go.
— Are you going to be home late today?
—Why? Do you want to go in quickly?
— Just a moment. I'll be back shortly.
My brother suddenly tried to get into the car, but then closed the door again and ran back into the house. I saw him rushing back in, wondering if he'd left something behind. A moment later, he got into the car, holding a coat.
— You brought a coat because you said you were going to be home late? Hahaha
— It’s yours. You came dressed too lightly… I couldn’t go into your room, so I brought mine in a hurry. Is that okay?
— Seriously, how could I not like you?
— Miss···.
—Okay, I won't do it. Thank you, oppa.
.
— Oppa, there was a prop shop over there? Was it always there?
— I think I saw it last time.
—Want to go? I really want to go...
— Yes, if the young lady wants to go, she can go.
- great!
.
Suddenly, I thought of Taehyung. He'd said it was a way to repay him for all the hard work he'd put in because of me. I thought it was a good thing, so I went into the prop shop. It was filled with really cute and pretty things.
—Wow... This is so pretty. Isn't it?
— That's right. It's pretty.
—Should I do this?
— Other than that, this suits you better.
— No, this isn't mine.
— Then whose is it?
— It’s Taehyung’s.
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