Dream Lover 09
🍈 Velvet Light by. Jakob Ogawa 🎵🎶
The two people were spending time having small talk like that.
"···Oh, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"···The day we first met, right?"
Do you remember that day? The female protagonist smiled faintly, recalling Jimin's intense first impression. Then Jimin answered, "I remember."
"At that time... weren't you being chased by someone?"
The female protagonist, who was recalling her memories from that time, asked Jimin.
At that moment... I suddenly heard a lot of footsteps... It seemed like they were trying to catch you.
I asked you last time, but you didn't give me a proper answer.
As Jimin just smiled silently, the female protagonist asked again, "Why are you smiling?"
Jimin, who had been staring at the heroine, drank the remaining wine in his glass until it was gone, then opened his mouth, wiping his lips with his thumb.
"It was a bit of a deviation."
"···A deviation?"
The heroine fixed her gaze on Jimin, her eyes brimming with curiosity. "You said you committed some crime last time, but now you're saying something different," she said, finding the heroine's reaction amusing.
"My father is the chairman of a company."
"···Huh, is this the company where Jimin is the CEO?"
My father had been successful in business since I was young, here in a foreign land. So, I, who had been in Korea for so long, ended up coming here.
"I see... Since when?"
"Around the time I was in my third year of high school?"
I haven't gone to school, and since I came here, I've only studied company affairs. My father told me early on that he would select me as his successor. I wanted to go to Korea right away, but living under his watchful eye, I couldn't even dream of that.
As Jimin poured wine into my empty glass with a bitter expression, Yeoju, who had been keeping her gaze on the wine glass, asked again.
"···Why do you want to go to Korea?"
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Because it's the only place I have memories of.Since I stopped schooling when I came here, all my friends, fond memories, and fond recollections are all in Korea. I still remember that unique atmosphere from back then.
"But you can't go because of your father?"
"That's right. I'm so busy with work that I don't have a clue."
"···Then that day,"
I didn't go to work for a few days. It was a sign of rebellion... My father was searching for me with his eyes wide open... The people he'd sent me to run into me by chance. I had no choice but to run, and that's how I met Yeoju.
So, the men who came to me with Jimin's photo. Their fathers too...? Jimin nodded before the female protagonist could even finish speaking. "I see..."
"Well, that's the story."
"It's nothing special." As Jimin added, the female protagonist became lost in thought.
And then, not long after, he said to him,
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"Do you want to go to Korea together?"
Jimin smiled with interest at Yeoju's words. He found the sight of Yeoju pondering deeply quite endearing.
"···I'm going back to Korea next week···"
"···If I do well, won't I be able to go to Korea?"
"Can you take me with you?"
Of course. But... on the premise that you'll bear the cost. "I promise," the female protagonist assured Jimin with a look of confidence. She was already busy thinking about something, as if she were about to do something like that.
"If I go to Korea, where will I live?"
"I have my own house, so I can live there."
"Does this woman even know what she's saying?" Jimin thought to himself, then chuckled. "How can you live with this discomfort, Yeoju?"
"Why am I uncomfortable-"
"It's uncomfortable. It's like living together."
"So what, my house is quite spacious for a studio apartment."
"Then it's even more unacceptable." When Jimin spoke quietly, Yeoju seemed even more puzzled, wondering what the problem was. But she soon agreed. "Well... it would be uncomfortable for someone who was well-off to live in a studio apartment, right? Right?"
"That's not the problem."
"···What is it, then? What on earth is the problem?"
To the woman who seemed completely oblivious to Jimin's intentions, Jimin silently smiled and raised his wine glass, signaling a toast. His expression was sullen, but the woman accepted, raising her glass.
The refreshing sound of two glasses clinking echoed through the room, and the two emptied their glasses in a few sips and set them down.
"···Oh, you're a little drunk, aren't you?"
"at all."
"No, my face is red."
"···It's always been like this."
"You're less potent than I thought, aren't you?" The female protagonist burst into laughter, as if to show off. Jimin, who was watching her, vehemently denied it, but the female protagonist wouldn't accept it.
It was the atmosphere of the two people maturing in the mild scent of alcohol and the calm air of the late night.
"······."
As some more time passed, Jimin looked at Yeoju with half-open eyes. Yeoju, who had already noticed his intoxication, told him he should go, but he showed no signs of getting up.
"···I can't sleep here, right?"
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"Can't you remember me...?"
As the female protagonist rose from her seat to help him up, Jimin suddenly grabbed her hand. Momentarily taken aback by the sorrowful, sunken gaze, the female protagonist did nothing.
"···My reason is you."
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The reason I get so emotional every rainy day, the reason I long to go back to Korea, the reason I hate this place everyone says is so good, the reason my last memory is so beautifully decorated... It's all of it. It's you, so please remember me...
He just holds the female lead's hand and lowers his head as if he doesn't know what to do anymore... From the perspective of looking at Jimin like that, all I can do is feel sorry.
"······Why are you still holding on to me?"
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"Why are you doing this because of that one memory?"
"Then I'll feel even more sorry. I'll regret not giving you any room in the first place." Yeoju, who had quietly conveyed her feelings, held Jimin's hand even tighter.
"···I know you. I remember."
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"So forget me. It's time to forget now." The heroine, suppressing her sincerity in every word, wished Jimin could hear her, but he was already so drunk that there was no way he could hear anything.
I can only think of my own opinion.
"···Thank you, me too."
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"I was glad you were there for me back then."
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The female protagonist sat at the table, still holding Jimin's hand. She tilted her upper body down to meet Jimin's eyes, but he remained silent.
"But now is not that time."
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"···It was a short time, like a dream, and in the end, even this moment."
"······."
“It will be a memorable time, like a dream.”
Jimin raised his head as soon as the female protagonist finished speaking.
His expression seemed to be a mixture of inexplicable emotions.
As if... he was reluctant to accept the heroine's words.
Could it be that the two people shared a long gaze without saying anything?
He got up from his seat and kissed me without saying anything.
Without any permission, he let go of the hand he was holding with the heroine and cupped her cheek.