🍈Day 1 - HONNE
"First...speak..."
He gestured for me to speak first, but since I spoke first, he hesitated and eventually opened his mouth.
"···How about a drink at a nearby bar?"
Huh? Ugh. The words escaped my lips. He smiled leisurely, as if he knew I'd react this way, and showed me two pieces of paper that looked like tickets.
"I ordered a course meal, so they gave me this."
Roughly deciphering the small alphabet letters... it seemed to be a ticket for a nearby bar. Yeah. There's no reason to ask that.
"uh···."
"You can decline if you don't like it."
"No, how can I refuse an offer like this? Seriously. I'm usually a busy person, but since it's you, I'll accept it." I thought to myself, delighted, and carefully took one of the tickets in his hand.
"Is this place... around here?"
Jimin found it quite amusing to see the female lead calmly holding a ticket and leading the way, as if she had never been flustered before. He also felt that he had learned a lot in the past day.
"It won't take long. Should we walk?"
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A shabby, steep staircase leading to the basement unfolded before my eyes. Oh... I felt like going down there would send a chill down my spine. But then a polite man took the lead and held my hand.
"Uh... thank you."
As I cautiously took each step, I finally saw a vintage gray iron door. Ugh... It was just a bar I knew, but it had a creepy vibe... This time, too, he opened the door for me, so I had no choice but to step inside.
"uh…?"
It was completely different from what I'd imagined. The place I'd imagined was... shabby, with worn ceilings and walls, and a musty smell. Just like the restaurant itself, I was shocked (in a good way) by the interior, which felt like a medieval palace.
"Where do you like to sit?"
What's with the mold? It's hard to find even a speck of dust here. Even the people around you are elegantly enjoying a drink, their faces dripping with guilt.
"Uh... anywhere is fine."
The man nodded once and led me to a seat by the window. He didn't forget to pull out a chair for me, and only sat down after I did. I thought he was calling for a waiter, but he seemed to take my order.
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"Uh... here by any chance,"
"Taxi... are you going to catch it?"
"Taxi? Want to take it?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Why bother? I'll take you there."
...Hmm. This guy seems to be secretly hitting on me. Yeah, well, not bad. Good. While I was secretly feeling relieved... Soon, two blue cocktails were placed on the table. The visuals reminded me of Powerade. I habitually put my nose to them first, and the refreshing alcoholic scent made me smile. My first drink in France, huh?
While I was rolling my eyes at the unfamiliar visual I was seeing for the first time, he put his glass down again after already taking a sip.
"How is it? Does it taste good?"
He smiled and nodded, and I brought it to my lips to try it...
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This is crazy.So what does this taste like? Fruit soju? Yeah, it has a subtle, slightly sweet aroma... and that mild alcohol content typical of cocktails. It'll get you drunk without you even realizing it. Huh, wait a minute.
"If you drink alcohol, you won't be able to take me."
"So I only took a sip."
"Oh, so you're not drinking anymore?"
"Should I drink it?"
Oh, man. The person who was supposed to drop me off shouldn't be doing that. Why would I end up being dragged to the police station for drunk driving?
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So when I was almost done with my glass,
"What's the name...?"
"Why? To buy it and drink it?"
"yes-"
Not enough to make me lose my senses, but not enough to make me feel a little... no, just enough to make me feel good.
"Who are you going to drink with?"
"Of course... by myself!"
"Why are you drinking alone when I'm here?"
When you drink here, call me.He leaned his head closer, resting his chin on his hand, and continued. What the! Why do you keep doing this to me? I'm just thinking weird things by myself!
"What... Then you're not going to tell me the name of this cocktail..."
Phew... If you just tap the empty glass lightly with your finger, she'll call you when she wants a drink. Chii, why do you keep calling me? I could come here every day. It'd be annoying, wouldn't it?
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I was barely holding on to my half-dazed mind, and was about to tell him to get up, thinking, "Oh, it's time to go," but... well, this man spoke to me first.
"···We've seen each other somewhere."
"yes?"
Suddenly...? Hey, if you like me, just say it outright. Or are you just sneaking a peek?
"No way... I first saw you yesterday..."
We were already not far apart, but he brought his face closer to mine and placed his hand on the tip of my chin.
"···!?"
Thanks to you, I'm sober now.
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I think I've seen it somewhere.He muttered softly, then began to look at me intently. To be honest, he was staring at me intently. "Yeah, I thought you looked familiar yesterday, too."
"I remembered."
He smiled slyly, still holding my chin with his hand, and pulled me closer to him. His fingers were so strong, I was helpless.
Okay, tell me where. I'm curious too. Where have we met?
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"Did I follow you around because I liked you? Ten years ago."
Jimin smiled faintly, as if satisfied with the situation he'd just remembered, and he seemed ready to fall for Yeoju at any moment. Yeoju had expected Jimin to have seen him at least once, but for now, all she could do was blink.
[Manggaemanggae Saddam]
The portion is short, so it's a mess.