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I couldn't just let him go like this. His attitude, as if he were just going to say what he wanted to say and leave, made me even more curious.I knew I had seen you somewhere, but I couldn't quite remember where I had seen you.
"I don't know what your situation is, but from now on, don't do this to someone you just met...!!"
Before I could even finish speaking, this man strode towards me, lowered his head to my level, and leaned towards me.
"I know, I'm sorry for making you feel worse. But let's keep this a secret-"
This is the first time I've felt so apologetic without feeling the sincerity of it. With eyes that could captivate any woman in the world, he smiles, stroking his lips with his thumb. I can clearly see he's trying to brush me off because he thinks I'm too easy...
Yeah, I'll pass. I will.
He put his hands in the pockets of the leather jacket he was wearing and leisurely walked out of the alley, even whistling...
"··· ···no way."
As I watched his back as he walked away, a distant memory suddenly came to mind.
...That crybaby high school kid?
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I followed his footsteps and quietly made my way out of the alley. When I came to, he was gone, gone. I stood there, looking around, and only then did I notice a familiar sign.
Above the red signDestinThe writing on it shone brightly with the neon lights shining around it, and soon I was able to say with relief, “Ah, that was my room.”
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Back at the hotel, I collapsed on the bed, not wanting to do anything else. Whether it was being hit on or being kissed by a complete stranger, I couldn't overcome the exhaustion from the nearly ten-hour flight. And so, I fell into a deep sleep...
When I woke up, the clock was already past 10 AM.
"Heehee···!"
Even if I just wander around outside, it's a trip that takes up too much time, but I overslept during this time. I rub my eyes and try to get out of bed, but I twist my ankle and fall to the floor.
"Ah ...
Besides that, I got choked on my teeth while brushing and swallowed all the toothpaste foam, I had a hard time drawing my eyebrows because my hair broke, and the rubber band broke while I was putting my hair up in a bun... It was literally a war. A war.
Still, when she finally manages to emerge, the heroine, who has achieved a normal(?) appearance, is simply cheerful. Coming out on a weekday at this hour was something Hae-seo-ju had never experienced in her life for years.
The moment she steps out, the sweet, tangy smell of bread immediately tickles her nostrils. She heads to the bakery, hoping to finally find the bread she missed last night...!!
full sale
Sold out
It's all sold out
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"what···?"
The woman in question couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the sold-out notice crookedly and kindly written in various languages. How delicious must it be to sell out? It's not even lunchtime yet? The woman who had been filled with anticipation after smelling the bread for a moment, pooh-pooh, hope vanished from her eyes like a deflated balloon.
The heroine has no choice but to pass the bakery, unfold the map she had folded up in her bag, and turn onto the main road.
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I was only looking at the paper map, and I was moving forward at a narrow pace for a long time, and before I knew it, I had reached my destination.
"Huh...?! Huh!"
The heroine almost bangs her head against a streetlight if she stops a step too late. She barely catches her breath, looks around, and then, just one step away, a jaw-dropping view reveals itself—and she immediately grabs her analog camera.
"···It's art, art."
With a click, the female protagonist, satisfied with the pretty picture she took, enters the building.
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As soon as I opened the old wooden door and stepped inside, a faint scent of lavender wafted in. Looking around, I saw a diffuser. Then, several pieces of art were displayed on the walls. Finally, there were the soft yellow lights illuminating the artwork.
As she watched the people quietly appreciating the sight, a pleasant smile escaped her lips. The trivial experience that had always seemed distant to her was now right before her very eyes.
"It's amazing..."
This is... a place where unknown artists donate their works for free, and where you can view them for free, rather than just famous artists. I don't know who created this place, but I'm grateful to be able to appreciate this kind of art.
It was truly fascinating to see how each painting possessed its own distinct personality. While the colors may appear similar, the closer I looked, the more I noticed the subtle details: the brushstrokes, the different coloring techniques, and so on.
So, I'm looking at them one by one, slowly...
"··· ···huh?"
I didn't expect it at all... no, I couldn't have predicted it, so the scenery in this painting felt familiar, and I stood in front of it for a long time with my eyes wide open, wondering, "What is this... What is this..."
···Isn't this me?
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So, what kind of picture is this?The kissing accident caused by that guy last night.I told you, this is a picture of that moment. Don't you believe it? Yeah. I don't believe it either. What are you talking about?... But this is me. There's one reason I'm certain...
The signboard of the accommodation I am staying in, including the bakery in front of it_Every building I pass by is in the picture.
And... between those buildings, in an alleyway lit only by moonlight, a dark figure kissing, a long-haired woman with her back against the alley wall. And the shadows cast by them.A painting of extremely high quality.
"··· ···."
Rather than feeling embarrassed... I don't know if this is right, but I felt a sense of wonder.
I guess I'm not an ordinary person.
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Did a painter passing by happen to see us then?
Or maybe the person who drew this had this experience(?)?
If not that... the painter's romance...?
As various thoughts were running through my head, I looked over to the frame containing the painting and only then did I see it.Title of the work and the artist's name.
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accidental
by. unknown
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The title is Korean...? A familiar language suddenly appears in an art gallery in the heart of downtown France. The artist's name is anonymous, but is he Korean? If so,
First, this person witnessed me.
Second, if you've seen me - you must be living around there.
Third, the title of the work is in Korean... Okay, I got the answer.
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There are people around me who understand what I say!
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The female protagonist, who had decided she didn't need to see any more works, emerged from the building with a brisk step, already brimming with hope. She had the attitude to search every nook and cranny of the neighborhood for Koreans.
"I've been thinking a lot, so I'm hungry."
After patting his stomach a few times, which was making a lot of growling sounds, he looked around and became absorbed in finding something to eat.
Meanwhile, I spotted a food truck across the street and read the menu, boasting eyesight that rivals that of a Mongolian...
"Oh, it's a waffle-!"
I was about to jump across the street, completely excited, when the traffic light turned green again. "Nice timing," I muttered to myself as I crossed the street...
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Paaaaaaaang-, the horn of a car stopped next to Yeoju, who was crossing the street, rang loudly and long, and Yeoju froze.
"Hey...!!! You don't have eyes?!"
[Hey, don't you have eyes?]
No, I ran a blue light, you're the one who doesn't see···!!!!!!! I was about to say something like, "What kind of guy is this?" _ A blue light displayed for the driver that I can see. What the heck. Soon after, the cars behind that car also started honking their horns excessively.
I thought for a moment, "What the heck is a traffic light?" and then, in the middle of the crosswalk, I was like, "Oh my gosh... I'm so flustered I can't do anything," when suddenly someone's hand touches my shoulder. Before I can turn around, they're pulling me to the sidewalk... and all the while, I hear what I assume are unspeakable curses from behind me.
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I walked all the way to India, looked back, and saw a blond man with blue eyes.
"···?"
I stared at his face for a moment, wondering who it was, when it was a man who spoke to me in a strange alien language...
-"Are you okay? Are you not hurt?"
Are you okay? Are you hurt?
"Umm... Sorry, but I can't speak French."
[Uh... sorry, I don't speak French.]
-"Oh, sorry. Are you okay?"
Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?
He immediately responded to my comment about not speaking French with English. He looked at me with such tenderness, even though he'd just met me with such worried eyes. And how beautiful it was when he nodded and smiled brightly, as if in relief. Perhaps finding my spouse within the first 15 days of this trip would be easy.
As they say, people need to play in big waters. Yeah, that's true.
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I would have liked to have a drink with that guy (I've already imagined it. I have my own work to do, so I had no choice but to say goodbye with a brief greeting. I promised myself that I'll definitely catch up with him next time we meet, while buying him a waffle. I'm going to start studying French from today.
As if the whole world is supporting my resolve, I see men with perfectly shaped faces and god-like physiques every time I walk down the street... I'm just so touched.
"Yeah... life is nothing special."
What's the point of having a stable job and lots of money? Without love, it's all meaningless.
'Hae-joo, a five-year veteran, came to Europe on a trip and her frozen heart started beating again.'
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"Ah... my legs..."
As I walked and walked along the road, following the map, the magnificent view suddenly unfolded before my eyes. I must have walked for nearly two hours. I could have just taken a taxi, but I stubbornly walked to see at least one more man. No one seemed to be able to break my stubbornness. Before I could even catch my breath, Yeoju's mouth dropped open and she immediately grabbed her camera.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, a particularly large crowd had gathered at the Eiffel Tower. Yeoju, lost in the crowd, gazed at the Eiffel Tower, and then—perhaps because she liked the backdrop beyond the tower—she snapped a few more shots.
"How can the sky be this beautiful?"
The jazz music emanating from all the restaurants, including cafes, in the surrounding commercial district perfectly suited the four o'clock atmosphere. People were busy snapping photos, couples beaming with love, and children were running around the street, teasing each other.
Even the flow of the wind and the scent of the air. This very moment was enough to make my emotions surge beyond words.
Walking a little further, I approached the Eiffel Tower and saw a wooden bench. Luckily, it was empty, so I put my bag down and sat down next to it. I looked up silently, and a smile crept onto my face as I gazed at the sky between the towers.
I thought that I could feel this way as I lived.
Why? Was it because the sadness of the past came back to me? Was it because this moment felt so dreamlike? Was it because of the happiness I hadn't felt in a long time? ······The tip of my nose tingled. My throat gradually became tight, and a part of my chest felt heavy.
I don't know why, but I was a little flustered by the tears already streaming down my cheeks. Even when I wiped them away with my hand, the tears kept coming out. I just couldn't figure out why.
Finally, I lowered my head and sobbed, completely oblivious to my emotions. It's a little funny. I was just a little crazy about men, and now I'm crying like this... haha...
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"It's rare to see people crying here."
Meanwhile, I heard someone else's voice from above my lowered head. Only then did I feel a sense of betrayal, and I hastily wiped away my tears and straightened up. Ah... I was so ashamed, I couldn't even speak...
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was a bit of a nuisance."
Without even checking who he was, I was busy packing my bag... and then a man suddenly sat down next to me and brought his eyes down to mine.
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"If that person is someone I know, it's a bit hard to just pass by."
[The words of the manggaemanggae]
I feel so so happy that you guys seem to like it more than I thought🙈
I will work hard!