Ta-da. I heard the sound of beer cans clink, and took a sip. I'd come up to the rooftop to look at the stars for the first time in a while, and it seemed like a good choice. I'd set up two chairs and a makeshift table, and I could hear the city people crying from up here.
"Hey Min Yoongi."
"why."
"That unlucky handsome guy."
"Oh, I'm pretty handsome"
"Fuck. I'm the problem."
Yoongi smiled, his lips showing. He sat Yeoju on his lap and stroked her hair.
"...Why don't you match? You're a fucking master."
"Ugh, that's not something you should be saying."
"What the hell am I the ball?"
"Yeah, sorry -"
I was drawing a picture of patience, but I clenched my fist because I found his tone annoying. He said, "Wow, calm down." and put my fist around his neck, and I forgot what I was going to say. I told you, he's a real expert. He might not be good at sex, but he's good at kissing.
"You like it too, right?"
I was annoyed that he was taking advantage of me, so I kissed him first. But as soon as we kissed, that bastard took the lead. Oh, that's annoying. I love him, but I'm so unlucky.
"Hey, I'm standing here, what should I do?"
"Oh, you crazy bastard. All we did was kiss."
"You know our parents are excited at home."
"If you come in."
"I said I was going to get married."
While Yeoju was snorting, Yoongi had already carried her down the stairs in a princess-like embrace. Yeoju called out urgently to Yoongi, but he was lying on the guest room bed.
"Hey, I'm fertile."
"love you."
"You crazy bastard!"
Under the dark night of that summer day. Complete.