“I’m sorry, son.We didn't know it would be so sudden.
-Okay, I'm not a child.
But does the female protagonist know? "I'm going."
Didn't Yumi already tell you? I don't know.
By the way, it would be nice if my son were to be with Yeo-ju again.”
“The heroine will hate me.
"I guess it's lucky they don't tell me to get lost as soon as they see my face."
"Huh? 'Why does the heroine hate you~?'"
“He’s hated me for a long time. I was the only one who liked me.”
Anyway, don't worry about me and have a good trip."
My parents' sudden assignment abroad left me no choice but to stay in Korea on my own. I needed a place to stay for a year during my junior year of high school, so I debated whether to look for a studio apartment across from the school or stay with relatives. Then, my Aunt Yumi kindly offered to lend me the attic of her house. Since it was an hour away from my original school, I had to transfer, but I had nothing to worry about. I was going to arrive on time anyway, so I didn't need to worry about early entry, and more than anything, I couldn't miss this great opportunity to see Kim Yeo-ju for the first time in five years.
"I missed you."
These were the words that came out of my mouth sincerely as soon as I saw Kim Yeo-ju. Our cute, chubby raccoon is gone, and the female lead has become a completely different person. The heroine frowned as soon as she saw my face. It seems that even after 5 years, you still bitterly hate me.
"that?"
—What the hell, Naji.
“What is that luggage? Why are you here?”
-I suppose your aunt hasn't told you yet.
“I will live here from today, in the attic above yours.”
"because?"
“It seems you have a lot of questions about your first meeting in five years.
“Let’s get to know each other little by little, I’m a bit tired from the long trip.”
The female lead made a face as if she were dumbfounded. Oh God, that expression is exactly the same now as it was five years ago. It's a facial expression that appears when you really have no clue, but just seeing that expression makes me want to tease you like that. It feels like a raccoon is squealing.
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"Oh my god? Will I finally be able to see the Kim Taehyung I've only ever heard about?"
"I don't know... And this is Kim Taehyung, whom I only heard about through rumors."
If someone saw me, they'd think I've been talking about Kim Taehyung for years."
"That's right. You talk to me so much that I feel a sense of intimacy with you. "Aren't you dating someone because you can't forget Kim Taehyung?"
"What?! Isn't that all?"
“If you live in a penthouse, do you have to eat together every day?”
"Oh. I'm just going to sleep in that room."
Why doesn't my mother ask me about such important matters?
“What is love and hate? -You like Kim Taehyung, right?”
—No, that's not true. "When was the last time I completely forgot about it?"
Kim Taehyung is just a memory. Despite my young age, Kim Taehyung was the first person I liked to the point that those feelings are still vivid, so I shared some of my memories with my friends. And since Kim Taehyung was also so handsome, that was also part of my elementary school story, so I talked about it a few times over the past five years whenever I thought about him. It's just that Kim Taehyung isn't love, but a memory I want to hold onto, so I think about it sometimes. We've been apart for five years, and I'm crazy about still liking him.
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“Mom, where’s my school uniform?”
"good day?"
“… . “Thank you for bedtime.”
“Good morning, thank you.”
“What is that uniform?”
"Um? Why?"
"Why are you wearing our school uniform?"
“Because I changed schools.
"Isn't this the closest school to here?"
"What the hell are you talking about? It takes about 30 minutes by subway."
Why bother when there's one right in front of you…?
"Is it my heart? Dissatisfaction?"
“… . “Let’s not talk, let’s not talk.”
“By the way, you’ve grown a lot.
It used to be very small. “It’s not very different from mine.”
"You must have gotten smaller, little punk."
“I am not small.
But aren't you happy with me at all?
“… . not exactly.”
“This is really too much.”
“I missed you so much that I changed schools.”
“… .”
It's always like this. For a long time now, Kim Taehyung has said those kinds of things to me without hesitation. Even though I wasn't being sincere at all, I remembered how excited and eagerly awaited those words in the past. And it bothered me so much that my heart still raced even after five years, even though I knew it wasn't true.
“Why are you so serious again…?”
“Everything is easy for you, whether you were easy in the past or are easy now.”
“Yes, that’s right. It’s you, Kim Yeo-ju. What could be difficult?”
Are you having a difficult time with me?
“You really are a bad boy.”
Ever since I was a little kid who liked you, I've never felt comfortable around you. Yet I was so damn easy for you.
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—Hey, but isn't that something friends shouldn't express to that extent?
"Doesn't Kim Taehyung like you?"
“X is just a fox cub, that’s all. He knew everything.”
In the past and now. I'm sure you're under the illusion that I still like you. That's why I say things like this on purpose.
"Do you mean a fishing area?"
“I don’t know, but that kid knows everything and he still does it. I’m so angry I’m excited even though I know.”
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