[Contest 3] Would you like to make a contract with the devil?

Would You Make a Contract with the Devil? : ep.6

I couldn't bring myself to push him away from my arms, so I patted him. As if to illuminate us, the sun slowly rose from beyond and illuminated the surroundings.

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"Umm....ah!"

I fell asleep while comforting Park Jimin... When I opened my eyes, all I saw was the familiar ceiling of my room.

I was already indebted to him for rescuing me from that rude customer, but did he even take me to my room? No matter how hard I tried to remember, I must have passed out from exhaustion, so I couldn't remember anything.

I brushed my messy hair back and got up, then walked out, my steps still heavy and sluggish, as if I was still tired.

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" ah... "

When I opened the door, my father, who should have been there, was nowhere to be seen, and the house was awkwardly tidied up.

The floor, which was always littered with broken bottles, and the trash can were also empty, so for a moment I thought I was in someone else's house... but when I looked at the porridge and post-it notes on the table, I understood the situation.

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"I was skeptical..."

Did Park Jimin really do all the cleaning in the house?

A few hours ago,

Jimin, who had been holding back small sobs at her soothing touch, slowly began to regain control of his emotions. It seemed she truly possessed the ability to provoke the ever-smiling Jimin, making him weep.

Just when Jimin was starting to wonder why the patting had disappeared, he looked up to see Yeo-ju soundly asleep with her eyes closed.

Jimin was dumbfounded to see her already in a deep sleep, perhaps from exhaustion, but his dumbfounded expression soon changed into a smile at her typical behavior.

And Jimin, carefully holding her in his arms like a princess, headed straight to the female protagonist's house, worried that she might wake up.

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"What kind of house is this..."

I'd expected it to be serious, but the state of Yeoju's house, which I visited after a long absence, was worse than I'd expected. There was trash and liquor bottles rolling around on the floor, even broken glass.

The house was filled with the smell of alcohol, perhaps because the ventilation wasn't working properly. Jimin couldn't continue speaking as he felt suffocated.

Jimin glanced at the sleeping female protagonist's face with a rather serious expression, thinking, "Having been living in this kind of environment all this time..." Then he laid the female protagonist down on the bed in the room and started cleaning.

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"I can't see you either, so I guess I'll just clean up and go."

How many hours had he been cleaning like that...? When he came to, the sun was already high in the sky, and Jimin, who saw that the refrigerator was empty, threw away all the trash, then roughly spread out the porridge he bought at the convenience store, put it in a bowl, and left a message on a post-it note.

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"I think this will do..."

Jimin, who was about to leave the house, opened the female protagonist's room one last time and stared at her for a long time, who was still sleeping with her breathing raggedly.

But suddenly, her even breathing began to quicken, and her expression became distorted. Seeing her expression, as if she were having a nightmare, Jimin slowly walked toward her.

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"Ugh...uh,,Mom..."

Jimin, who heard her muttering, froze for a moment, but soon his expression distorted as if he was in pain, and he reached out and placed his hand on her chest, patting it slowly.

Then, the heroine's distorted expression slowly relaxed, and her moans lessened. Seeing this, Jimin's own expression softened, and now, smiling peacefully, he looked at the sleeping heroine's face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

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" pretty... "

Maybe it was because of his soft muttering, but the sunlight streaming into the room through the window... looked more sparkling and beautiful than ever.

Would You Make a Contract with the Devil? : ep.6

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