That was my first kiss.
If you ask me what I've done at this age... I really don't have anything to say, but all I've really done is work hard. Oh world.
As expected, he coughed profusely, as if the question hadn't occurred to him. When I asked if he was usually this direct, he replied that he was the type to at least say what he needed to say. Except at work, of course.
"You weren't crying because of what happened yesterday, were you?"
No way. If I were to drag it out over something as minor as that, I would have long ago shed tears and created another Pacific Ocean just for the sake of my life.
"Absolutely not, that kind of thing."
"Actually..."
He was taking a moment to pause, then gestured for me to come closer, so I followed his words without any hesitation.
“I committed a sin... so I ran away.”
Sin...? I couldn't believe my ears. Sin? Are you saying I'm a criminal? Then what...
"Wait a minute. Then the footsteps of those men yesterday..."
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"It's the police, right?!"
Oh my god. Am I with a criminal right now?! You're talking to a criminal who's on the run from the police?!? Is there a bounty?! Should I just go to the police station and tell them where I am?
(((Normally, a normal person would be scared to find out that he is a criminal... but just looking at this situation, you can tell that he is not a person with normal mentality(?).)))
"Ah... so that's how the story goes."
"Otherwise!"
"···It's a bit complicated to explain. But I'm not a police officer."
"···If you don't believe me."
"Then I don't believe you."
What's so confident about this? Well, if he's kissing a woman he's just met, he's no ordinary guy. Yeah, yeah.
"Wow... So you're saying that you kissed me so that I wouldn't get caught by those people?"
"···The expression is quite explicit."
He must have found my words quite amusing, shaking his head in laughter. What on earth was so funny? Just when I was almost certain he was a criminal... This man was the first to rise from his seat.
"I guess I should apologize formally."
"yes···?"
"I'll buy you dinner. Let's go together."
So, I ended up accepting the dinner date without much thought. Without knowing what was going on, I was led by this man and we ended up going somewhere for quite some time.
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"That's a strong reaction."
The person involved, however, appeared relaxed, as if nothing had happened. So... the reason this man has so much money is because he's the CEO of a company, and so...
"The president of a company committed a crime?! And he even ran away from the police?"
"···I told you, they're not the police."
"Isn't the only one who can pursue a criminal the police?"
"There are people who are scarier than the police."
People who are scarier than the police... Who on earth are they?
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"Oh, by any chance..."
Jimin is secretly looking forward to what the female protagonist will say this time.
"Did you borrow some money from illegal loan sharks?"
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The moment you step inside, the atmosphere of this restaurant will overwhelm you. It's unusual. The expensive interior, the kind only the extremely wealthy would frequent... The entire area is covered in gold. Of course, I'm not sure if it's real gold. Jimin...? It seems like he's been to places like this before. Anyway, the man leisurely takes a seat by the window.
And don't forget to pull out my chair first.
“···You didn’t have to take it to this extent.”
"No, that's not true. Haha. That expression on your face is like I was secretly hoping for that."
Oh no. Are you looking inside me? I got caught.
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How much time had passed? He muttered something incomprehensible to the employee, who then smiled, nodded, and headed toward the kitchen. Hmm... I guess he ordered something?
"Uh... over there..."
"yes?"
"No."
I had something to ask, but the moment I met his eyes, I forgot. Red Sun. Embarrassed by my being the first to speak, I scratched the back of my head and turned my gaze toward the window.
"Oh, what's your name?"
Well... the question came back again.
"Why are you curious-?"
"Ah... Is it not okay to be curious?"
If I tell a criminal my name, isn't that selling my name? That's why he started talking like he had a million stories to tell.
As we sat there facing each other, each doing their own thing, the quiet continued. I couldn't help but speak, feeling the need to break the silence.
"Hey- what's that building? It looks like a really old building."
Fortunately, my comment seemed to have been successful. The man smiled faintly and pointed at the building. Yes, that building!
"It's called the Centre Pompidou. It's a place to see modern art from the 20th century onward."
"Oh... Have you been there?"
"It's almost like... a second home."
"Wow... I'm jealous. There's an art gallery right next to my workplace, and there must be a museum right near my house."
Phew-. Jimin imitates the female protagonist's posture and says something while looking at the female protagonist who is pouting and resting her chin on the table.
"Come to think of it, you've learned a lot about me."
Actually, I don't know anything about you.Jimin, who expressed his disappointment in his own way, stared at Yeo-ju. He asked if she should at least tell him her name.
"···That's true."
Now that I think about it, that's true. I'm getting to know this guy's job, his background (he's a criminal), and even his financial situation... but he's probably just thinking I'm just a passing woman.
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"Okay, I'll tell you just one thing."
Only then did a smile appear on his lips. He brought his face closer to mine at my gesture, and I whispered in his ear, really quietly.
"I'm twenty-nine years old. Soon to be thirty."
Heh heh... I thought I'd leaked the most useless information I could find. I looked at him, anticipating the bewildered expression he'd be getting by now...
Instead of being dumbfounded, he just laughs.
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"Oh. You're older than me?"
I'm telling you, you're laughing. Ah, you're cheating. You're guilty.
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Weather on October 13, 2010: Cold
What kind of winter is this? I thought I was going to freeze to death. A high school senior wearing a coat to show off at school and literally got into trouble. Oh, but I saw a crybaby today. At school. A kid wearing our uniform was wearing a yellow name tag. Judging by his face... he was the type to captivate girls while crying. He had a pretty face, but he was disqualified because he was a crybaby. Anyway, he was crying so hard that I went over to him and talked to him, and he stopped crying and smiled soon after, and his smile was just as pretty as his crying. He must have a girlfriend, 100%—I decided to just let him go. But... thinking, "Just for today," I secretly skipped school and fed him, made him laugh, and treated him like a baby. He thanked me and drove him home... It was good. It was just good. I don't need everything in this world... I just need one handsome guy. Yeah. I'm serious. When I grow up, I'm going to go abroad and only look for handsome guys.
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The only writing I do while healing and not worrying about the plot twists and turns while struggling with the current situation...☁️
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Ah, good. What if I just write this? Seriously. Ha. This is difficult. Okay. Ah, the last entry, which is presumed to be a diary entry, is part of a diary written by Haejoo in her third year of high school, as she was struggling with life and following the flow of her consciousness. :)