The man next door
- …yes?
- It's kind of cute when the kid acts like that.
- I, I'm a senior in high school...?!
- So. I'm an adult?
- … I feel a bit hurt when I hear that a high school senior is cute.
-Okay, okay~ Go home quickly. It's late.- Tch, then I'll go in after watching you leave.
- That's right. Okay, okay.
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bang!!
- Wow… Really…
He is so handsome….
Covering her blushing face, Yeo-ju thought of Yoon-gi's cute face. Just thinking about it made her go crazy, and she muttered, "Yeah... with that face, I'd be okay with the end of the world..." At that moment, her phone notified her of a new message, and the message contained this:
‘Hey, I don’t think I can meet you tomorrow… Can we meet sometime next time? 🥺’
…so sweet.
Yeah, tomorrow's schedule is probably clear too. Just as she was about to text him about going candy shopping with Yoongi, Yeoju realized it.
- … I don’t have your number…?
From then on, Yeoju started making plans to get this man's number the next day. However, the man was barely able to quit smoking by stuffing the candy Yeoju gave him into his mouth.
- …It’s 7 o’clock.
The next morning, Yeo-ju, naturally dressed and put on makeup, waited for 7 a.m., the moment she could see Yoon-gi. As soon as the clock struck 7, at 6:59, Yeo-ju headed for the front door. As expected, outside, Yoon-gi, a candy addict, was rolling a cinnamon candy in his mouth, his grandfatherly demeanor amplified.
- mister?
- What's wrong, kid? Why did you come out early on the weekend?
- Just. I was bored… But what were you doing, sir?
- I was chewing candy because of your nagging.
- Candy is better than cigarettes, right? Next time, I'll give you something sweeter.
- Specifications, how can a high school student keep buying me things when he has no money?
- I don't really use the allowance, so it doesn't matter.
- That's okay. I have money too.
Yoon-ki smirked and looked at Yeo-ju, and Yeo-ju, thinking this was the moment, opened her eyes sharply and looked at Yoon-ki. She spoke with a very sharp and proud air. Of course, in Yoon-ki's eyes, she was just a child...
- Oh, sir. Well… I don’t really need it, but I thought it would be nice to have it, so… sir, please…
- Oh, right. I don't have your number.
- Give me your number, kid.
Because he's like this old man with a bad temper.
Oh, those two met like that for a month.
END.
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