The existence of summer

1. Strawberry milk

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and it was lunchtime. Yeoju woke up like a ghost and looked for her friend, Yerin. The other students checked their lunch tickets, wondering if they'd get a tasty meal. Yeoju, who'd been sleeping all day, was awake, which meant the lunch was delicious.


“What’s for lunch today?”

“Today? I think they’re serving stir-fried eggplant and shiitake mushroom soup.”

“But why did you wake up?”

“No… I was hungry the whole time I was sleeping… I woke up to go to the store.”


The students in the class who had been listening to the conversation couldn't hide their disappointment as they headed to the store. Sometimes, variables like this arise.


“Let’s go to the store quickly. We can’t take away the strawberry milk.”

“Strawberry milk every day… Don’t you get sick of it?”

“Why is that so annoying?”


At the heroine's firm words, Yerin chuckled and walked down the hallway. Her love of strawberry milk began in kindergarten, when a boy gave her some while she was crying.

Arriving at the store, Yeo-ju immediately tried to grab a strawberry milk, but a large hand snatched the last of it away. Yeo-ju looked to her side and saw Soo-bin standing there, smiling, holding a bottle of strawberry milk.


“I… wait a minute!”

“Huh? Why?”

“Aren’t you going to give me that strawberry milk?”


Soobin looked slightly flustered as Yeoju looked at him with pity. But he couldn't give up strawberry milk, so he said firmly, "Yeah. No."

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"Really? I'll give you 2,000 won, okay? I think I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't drink strawberry milk today."

“Then why don’t you just buy some food at the convenience store after school?”

“Ahh… Subin, it’s no use not eating at school… Just this once, okay? Please…”


Although Yeo-ju begged earnestly and sincerely, Subin did not waver. Perhaps Subin thought there was no need to give her favorite strawberry milk to someone she hated, so she ignored Yeo-ju who was clinging to her, finished paying, and immediately drank it with a straw.

At that moment, the heroine thought, "That heartless bastard... I'll get my revenge someday..."