He was clearly trying to make her remember what happened the night before. She claimed she was drunk and couldn’t remember anything. She made up her mind not to fall for it.
The new boots fit perfectly on the stocking feet.
“Aren’t your shoes big?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“Anyone will know just by looking at it.” The same went for clothes and shoes of one’s size. She smiled briefly because she thought she knew what it meant.
“You know because you gave a lot of girls presents.”
“Are you asking me if I had a lot of women or not?””
Jung-hoo was happy with Jae-hee’s question and guessed her intention quickly.
“No. I was just asking.”
Her face was calm. It was obvious that she asked unconsciously, with a face that screamed she didn’t really care how many women there were. That offended Jung-hoo.
Why don’t you show me what you want to see?
“You don’t care who I met?”
“…I don’t care.”
After a brief interval, Jaehee spoke. There must have been many women since he was not even cruel to herself, who ran away after stabbing him in the back 10 years ago. It was heartbreaking to picture someone beautiful and wise standing next to him. There had never been a time when she was so grateful for herself, who had become so skilled a hiding her expression from the world but she was tired of that as well.
“What is our relationship?”
“The relationship between seniors and juniors.”
“I don’t have sex with seniors or juniors.”
“Then what do you want to do with me?”
Her mouth was dry even when she asked. She felt like she’d become a victim waiting to dry up and die in the middle of a desert with no water. During the brief wait, the moisture all over her body burned away. Seeing Jung-hoo’s eyebrows narrow, Jae-hee couldn’t stand it any longer and said.
“Let’s go out. I’m all dressed.”
Jaehee smiled as much as she could while worrying about whether it would look awkward to smile. I don’t want to force anything on him. Even if it’s just a word.
“It’s warm, maybe because it’s a nice outfit. Thank you, Junghoo.”
She’d never changed the subject while talking to people because she was always in a position to hear it.
Perhaps it was due to her desperation. Junghoo entered the dressing room without further comment. She stood in the living room, pulling the warmer up to her nose from the tip of her chin. She inhaled deeply.
It smelled like Yoon Jung-hoo.
That kind of smell, with Prince Snow White’s body scent and the scent of the musk he sprays.
Jaehee laughed silently as if she was being held in Junghoo’s arms.
I was a boy who couldn’t even hold her hand ten years ago. I couldn’t approach her because she seemed like a prince, even though she was living a hard life.
“Hey, don’t you like that senior? That senior who looks a bit depressed in the second year.”
“Ah, maybe.”
“Yeah, it might be from Yoon Jung-hoo’s mouth. Is this the first time I hear you say that to a woman? It just seemed normal to me. Is it pretty if you look closely?”
“Wow, that’s the first time I’ve heard Yoon Junghoo say that about a girl. She appears normal to me. Is she attractive if I look closely?”
“Not so pretty… I don’t know.”
“What’s up with the vague answer?”
“He has a backbone. I think it’s cool.”
“What do you mean? So? Huh? Is that senior your first love?”
“Maybe.”
Jaehee couldn’t forget the conversation she heard through the open door when she went to the health room with a headache. She couldn’t believe he liked her. First love. From beginning to end, he answered his friends with ambiguous words, ‘Maybe’.That was the first time she did something called prayer. She hoped the answer would change to ‘Maybe not’.
Joy and despair.
That was what it was. It was the first time she knew that human emotions could coexist. The day Jung-hoo called her and confessed. A feeling that was solidified.
You shouldn’t like someone like me.
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