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“Oh my, are you the king of figure skating?”
“………”
“Oh my gosh, did the figure king lose his gold medal to the ice prince?”
“Shut up, really…”
“Hey lady~!”
Taehyung, who was leaving the rink after bickering with Jimin, ran to Yeoju, who was standing at the exit. Yeoju, who had just finished talking with the coach and was about to leave, opened her arms to Taehyung, who was running towards her excitedly. Taehyung, excited, hugged Yeoju tightly. Jimin, seeing this, approached and tried desperately to push Taehyung away.
“Hey, Yeoju, it’s hard. Get out.”
“Hey, are you having a hard time?”
“No, it’s okay. You both looked great today.”
As she sensed Jimin's expression decaying, Yeoju slowly took notice and pulled Taehyung away. She felt the corners of Taehyung's mouth, which had been raised, suddenly drop, but if they kept going like this and a fight broke out, Yeoju would be the one who would be in trouble.
Perhaps because the game started in the afternoon, by the time all the players finished their performances, it was already 9 o'clock. Although we had dinner before the game started... I was spinning around like a top, so I made an excuse that I was hungry and went out to a nearby restaurant with Taehyung and Jimin.
“Did you look for it?”
“Yeah, but the only good restaurants I can think of are meat restaurants.”
“Then the gold medalists will shoot?”
Jimin subtly asked the two, who were head-butting each other and looking at Taehyung's phone, if they were thinking about shooting meat. There was no response from either of them. He was literally ignored. Suddenly, Jimin felt a pang of resentment and hugged the woman's waist. The woman, who had been walking alongside him, suddenly stopped, causing Taehyung to look back.
“Hey, you said not to hug me when I’m having a hard time.”
“Yeah~ What should I do?”
“……That.”
“Stop fighting, seriously, are you a kid?”
The two of them must have been glaring at Yeoju, trying to read her expression. Yeoju, in a weary manner, shook Jimin off, and even spurned Taehyung's hand, continuing to walk ahead. Realizing that Yeoju had finally held back her anger, he quietly followed her.
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“Doenjang and naengmyeon?”
“Yeah, three donjji and three naengmyeon?”
“What, one per person? I can’t eat it all, so let’s each order two and share.”
At the female protagonist’s suggestion to share…
“Me? With him? Are we done?”
“Why are you being more annoying? I hate you more!!”
“Hey, really.”
When Taehyung and Jimin suggested eating together, he started throwing tantrums, saying he didn't want to eat the same thing. He said he didn't like the slightest bit of saliva mixing with it or something...
“Why do you guys eat well with me?”
“Same as you?”
"that's right."
“What’s right!”
The female protagonist, who felt like they were about to tear each other's hair out, resorted to her last resort: simply leaving without saying a word. This was a coping strategy she had learned from observing the two fight since childhood. As the female protagonist picked up the bag next to her and stood up,
“My lady…”
“…I’m sorry, I won’t fight.”
Only then did he tuck his tail between his legs and speak.
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Just a little while now
It's sprouting~ It's sprouting~ Love in Yeoju's heart❤️