"Aren't you going anywhere? Jeon Jungkook, look at me."
"Ugh..."
What the heck, this kid came out for some fresh air and got even drunker...? Why is his face redder than before??
"Hey, wait a minute, Jeon Jungkook... How much did you drink!"
"I only drank a little... but..."
"Oh, you said you only had one drink, but you drank more?"
"Jeon Jungkook!! You can't sleep here!!"
His pronunciation is slurred, and his eyes are gradually opening. The female protagonist, instinctively sensing that he's had a whole bottle, sighs in frustration and drags Jungkook inside the store. His friends, still sober, are still having a wild party, and the female protagonist, rapidly growing tired, places Jungkook on two chairs and sinks into one herself. How could those hard chairs be so soft...
"Is Jungkook sleeping?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah..."
A man who seemed to be Jeong-guk's classmate handed her a drink in a friendly manner and started talking. Knowing that Yeo-ju had refused alcohol several times, his actions were quite sensible, and Yeo-ju smiled faintly and accepted the can. The two, who nodded lightly and moistened their throats, naturally started a conversation.
"I've heard a lot about you from Jungkook."
"Oh really?"
"Jungkook really likes you, noona?"
“So that’s why you drank so much today?”
"yes?"
"Ah... you didn't know?"
The man looked at Jeong-guk, who was sleeping oblivious to the world, with an “Oh no” expression on his face, and then spoke quietly.
"After that community video
"Jungkook was very stressed."
"ah..."
"Well, public opinion was good,
There are people who are picky everywhere."
"I guess he was really angry because he treasured his older sister so much."
"...I had no idea."
In an instant, silence fell over the table. For a moment, the female protagonist, who had been complaining about drinking too much, found herself feeling resentful. The man looked at the female protagonist's expression, then poured another drink into his empty glass and spoke.
"Still, I'm glad that the two of you are getting along well."
“I was worried that something bad might happen.”
"Oh, thank you."
"What is it?"
"Excuse me... Sister."
"yes?"
"Actually, I..."