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thud-
The heroine bumped into a man at the club. With a loud crash, the man spilled his drink. The liquor dripped from his luxurious-looking suit onto his leather shoes.
"sorry."
"...Are you crazy? You crazy girl... Do you know how much these clothes and shoes cost?"
"...It's late."
"what?"
"You've seen the 4 million won worth of things, so please take this and get out of the way."
The heroine placed the crumpled check in her pocket on the table, ran her hand through her hair, and walked toward the VIP room. He ran his hand through his hair and laughed like a madman.
"...I think I found an interesting girl."
He was looking at the place where the female protagonist had passed with interest.
"Yoongi, have you been waiting long?"
"No, it wasn't long ago."
"Some dung flies got tangled up and I'm having to deal with them."
The heroine leaned into Yoongi's arms, her face visibly sad. She hugged him with both arms and took a deep breath. Yoongi's musky scent permeated her pleasantly.
"Let's just meet outside next time. Clubs are so lame."
"I like it when my older sister is nice."
"Oh my, cutie. Cutie, don't mix things up like those people. It's really not good."
Yoon-ki reached into Yeo-ju's coat pocket. He fiddled with the cigarette pack and lighter in his hand before speaking.
"But, don't you plan on quitting smoking?"
"Huh? Why are you smoking?"
"...it doesn't smell good."
"Since it's Yoongi's fault, I'll try to break it off..."
Yoon-ki peeled the strawberry candy and put it in Yeo-ju's mouth, telling her to suck on the candy instead of smoking.
"Okay... I'll try."
"You're a good girl, my sister."
Rolling candy in Yoongi's arms, feeling his caress, Yeoju felt like she had the world. It was warm and soothing. Why does your embrace already feel so secure? Yoongi. Why do you always make me feel so vulnerable? It's dizzying. Yeoju pulled away from Yoongi and grabbed his chin.
After studying Yoongi's intricate features and lingering in his eyes for a long time, he finally bit Yoongi's lips. Rolling his tongue over Yoongi's lips, the scent of strawberries and another sweet aroma lingered on his tongue. It was like the scent of a mocktail. The strawberry scent, blending with the mocktail's aroma, was softer and sweeter than a strawberry latte. He licked his tongue frantically. Today, loving him, he felt even better than usual.
"Ugh, I'm out of breath, Yoongi."
"Don't let me go today, sister."
Yoongi kissed Yeoju again, their bodies growing even more passionate. The air in the room felt as sweet as strawberry candy. Yeoju, who felt the touch of Yoongi's hand, which was hastily stroking Yeoju's waist, as if it were a child, raised the corners of her mouth and licked his tongue.
"Yoongi, if you're going to eat me, come when you're a little bigger."
Both burst out laughing at the lame comment, which sounded like it could have been written ten years ago. Yeo-ju kissed Yoon-gi's lips a few more times and downed the cocktail she'd ordered. The strong alcohol made her feel dizzy.
"I told you not to drink it so quickly..."
"Huh? It's okay. You know I'm not going fast."
"... still..."
"Aww, our cute Yoongi."
The heroine stroked Yoongi's cheek as if kneading it. She was so cute, yet she heard him call her a mad dog. It was so upsetting.
Yoongi touched his reddened ear and opened his mouth.
"Shall we go?"
"... huh."
"..."
"...Yoongi, are you coming to the social gathering tomorrow?"
"I don't know, but I think I'll go."
"I don't want to go, right?"
"I'm glad to see your face."
"The words are also a blue mountain and water."
Social gatherings were places for bragging about money and fostering fake camaraderie. It was just that. After leaving the club, I saw Yoongi, who sighed deeply and stopped at a red light, staring blankly into space. Yoongi must have noticed my gaze, and he looked back at me.
"it's hard?"
"...just a little."
"...let's hold hands."
"... huh."
I simply placed my cold hand on Yoongi's warm one. His cold breath lingered in the even colder winter air.