My brother's friend

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I wondered if he had left the house, so I ran to my room, picked up my phone, and made a call. I bit my hand again in anxiety.

I think I broke this habit a few years ago.

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-hello?

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Park Jimin! Where are you?

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-Oh, I left a note saying I was going to the shelter, didn't you see it?

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huh....?

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-That, on the table

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-I left a note, so eat some food.

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My brother's friends don't know about yesterday's story.

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-Yeah, I don't know.

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Ah, uh.... have fun

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-huh

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A note? What note...

To my surprise, there was a small note stuck to the table between the dishes that I hadn't seen before.

``I'm going to the shelter.``

"Eat well, pig."

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under.....

I stroked my head and calmed my mind as a sense of relief washed over me.

But I didn't leave home.

He threw himself roughly onto the chair, picked up a spoon, and began eating little by little.

Now that I think about it, my brother is quite good at cooking.

How many meals have you prepared and eaten by yourself?

After hearing the story, I felt sad.

After somehow finishing my meal, I began to wonder why there was nothing to do on the weekend.

So I turned on my phone to text and then I remembered our breakup.

Oh, right.

I broke up with Yoongi oppa...

Now there's no one to contact?

We broke up, but I felt strange because I didn't care.

I wonder what Yoongi oppa's expression was like when I told him to break up...

I threw my phone away and lay down to watch TV like a homebody.

The phone call came just as the sun was beginning to set.

Taehyung oppa? What's going on with this oppa again?

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hello....

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-You have nothing to do?

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......

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-I got stabbed, I have nothing to do.

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-You didn't get stabbed, right?

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-There's nothing to do, come out

Well, I have nothing to do anyway, so I guess I'll just go out and buy something delicious.

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.....huh

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-Okay, wait downstairs.

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But seriously, what's going on with this guy?

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There's no problem, right?

The female protagonist, who was mumbling seriously to herself, went into the room and came out a little later after roughly packing up.

He looked like someone who just went to the neighborhood supermarket, with a comfortable hoodie, a cap pulled down low, and even slippers.

When I went downstairs, I saw Taehyung sitting on the stairs and looking at the distant mountains.

It seemed like he was worried about something, but I didn't really care, so I just ignored him and continued talking.

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Hey! Kim Taehyung!

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Oh, you're here? And who said Kim Taehyung?

Taehyung said, pulling down his hat that was already pressed down even more.

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It's just fun, lol

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What were you doing?

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What about me, the TV is full

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Want to go to Supergal?

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huh

So the two of them went to the local supermarket, bickering.

Not knowing what to say.