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This short contains profanity. If this makes you uncomfortable, please turn back.
This short story is serialized from the author's point of view.
(The short talk will flow from Yoonji’s perspective, just like the original series.)
“Min Yoonji. Are you really going to sleep here instead of going home?”
“Yes. There’s heating and cooling, and I have thick clothes, so what are you worried about?”
“Yoonji, no matter how much you fought with Yoongi, this isn’t right.”
“That bird… no, that guy… I don’t know. I want to stay here for a day.”
Afraid to see Yoon-gi's face, Yoon-ji decided to spend the night at the shooting range. Alone, at that. It was far too dangerous for a 17-year-old female student, and there was a rule that at least one coach must be present at the school shooting range. The coach who was teaching Yoon-ji had to go home, but what could he do when Yoon-ji was nagging and whining? Yoon-ji had been living in this range for quite some time, so he shouldn't have worried, but he was worried. If he left her behind, the soundproof walls and thick iron gates would make it impossible for anyone to come to her aid in the event of a disaster. The coach felt a sense of duty to get Yoon-ji back, no matter what.
"Min Yoonji, you can't enter this place without a coach. You know that, too."
"I know, I know. But why? I told you I don't want to see that face."
“Just say you’re sorry and be done with it. Why are you dragging your feet like this again?”
"Coach, do you think you can apologize so easily? I'm really annoyed. Just go."
"Hey, don't push me, Min Yoonji. Where did you push Coach?"
Yoonji must have been quite strong because she pushed the coach's back hard and pushed him all the way to the training ground door. The coach said that if he didn't go, he wouldn't go either, and sat down on the ground like a child. It was something that made Yoonji crazy. "I told you that if I meet you, it'll be awkward and frustrating to death. Do you want to see me die, Coach?" Yoonji was frustrated too. She didn't want to drag it out any longer, but she didn't want to see his face either. Coach and Yoonji just washed their dry faces and sighed.
“I’ll call Yoongi and ask him to come pick me up, so just know that.”
“ ? Coach, are you crazy? You’re calling him!”
“Then, even if it means forcing yourself, you have to go. I’ll go home too.”
"Okay. Coach, you must be tired. Let's go home, Min Yoonji."
From afar, he saw a familiar silhouette and Yoongi bringing Yoonji with him, candy in his mouth. Yoonji got irritated at Yoongi, asking how her brother knew and not thanking him, but rather growling even more. Why did he come when it was so annoying? Yoongi frowned at her words, saying that his mom just told him to bring her. Coach was caught in the middle of the cold war between siblings and didn't know what to do. When things quieted down a bit, Coach got up, said he was going to go, got in the car, and drove off first, leaving Yoongi and Yoonji to stay in that spot.
“···I’m not going home. Just go.”
"Your mom is worried. Don't you hear?"
“Just say you’re staying at your friend’s house. Why are you being so f*cking annoying?”
“You’re doing this because it’s dangerous. Stop being so stubborn and just come.”
“··· You fucking punk. Who doesn’t want to go? Why aren’t they going?”
“What did you say, you fucking bastard?”
In Yoongi's room, "Ah, no..." He mumbled as he packed all his belongings in the training grounds and closed the training grounds door. The two of them walked together in a warm but cold manner. It seemed like the cold war was almost over, but that was because they were badmouthing each other. When Yoongi asked how school was today, Yoonji put on a blunt face, asking why he was interfering with her life. As siblings, they would know each other well. We both wanted to apologize, but our pride held us back.
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As soon as they got home, they went into their rooms, slamming their doors shut. Then, true to siblings, they said in unison, “The wind shut it!” and gently closed the door again. Then, as if Yoonji wasn’t tired, she opened her bag, took out her math workbook, and placed it on her desk with a clatter. Yoongi was also sitting on her desk, studying like Yoonji. Thirty minutes had passed. During their study time, the quietest and most calm time, they ran into each other again. Yoonji needed a pen, and Yoongi needed tape. Well, up to that point, everything was fine. But the problem was that the things they needed were in their rooms. The tape Yoongi needed was in Yoonji’s room, and the pen Yoonji needed was in his. She couldn’t just barge in and say anything… Yoonji was having a mental breakdown, and as soon as she heard a sigh from inside her room, a text message came with the sound of “X-talk!”
Click—. Two doors opened, and through the middle wall between Yoonji and Yoongi's rooms, they exchanged necessities, not secretly, but more secretly than anyone else, and concluded the transaction. It was a breathtaking moment. I thought they'd resume their studies, but Yoonji and Yoongi were both fiddling with their phones, their expressions serious. As expected of siblings, they were even biting their fingernails, a habit they shared.
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