Semantic error Volume 4 chapter 1

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Jae-young was convinced that Chu Sang-woo's recent behavior showed some affection for
him. It was a somewhat difficult intuition to explain.

Their expressions and demeanor had changed slightly. His tone and his voice too. Lately Jae-
young felt intoxicated by him.

Although their relationship started off in the worst way, he thought that Sang-woo had
climbed a few notches, going far enough that things got tangled up and their minds and bodies
merged. He assumed that Sang-woo felt the same way he did now…and when he showed
jealousy, he embraced that feeling of ecstasy like a proud little boy. He had gotten the idea
that they were a couple, but it was all an illusion.

'If you run out of milk, buy more at the supermarket or simply change the food in your diet.'

Sang-woo, who stated that he will replace Jae-young like the parts of a computer, apparently
hadn't changed a bit since the day he said, "Let's relieve our sexual desire under an
agreement." Yu-na told him not to play with a naive boy like him. Instead, it was Jae-young
himself who naively deluded himself and felt like he was dating alone.

'You are the worst. I was a fool to think that you at least had feelings for me.'

While thinking about how fed up he was with Sang-woo's psychopathic mentality of treating
people like objects, thinking of him as food and then throwing away the leftovers, Jae-young
recalled the words left behind by various ex-girlfriends during their passing relationships. :

'You seem to only go out with me for my body.', 'You treat me like reusable trash!', 'Jae-
young, did you even like me?'

What was wrong with him? He was aware of how cool he acted. And that genius was liked by
everyone... The blades he had thrown at the others were pointing back at him.

'You didn't make it clear in the first place.'

The voice of his conscience spoke. He didn't have the confidence to overcome Sang-woo's
rejection of him, he wouldn't waste his time on it, and in truth he

had always hated it when relationships got heavy. Jae-young had taken her old relationships
very lightly and now she was paying the price severely.

'I have to calm down. I'm out of my mind right now.'

He made a strong determination not to be dragged down by Chu Sang-woo ever again. At this
rate, he needed to be "prepared" as someone said, as he wouldn't show any signs of regret at
the airport.

Jae-young decided to get away from Sang-woo. He felt the need to see this relationship, in
which he was deeply immersed, from a distance. Also, he was a bit resentful towards Sang-
woo for claiming that he could live well without him, so he wanted to give it a try.

The first day went well and the second day was somewhat bearable, but from the third day it
became very difficult.
I miss you baby. Can we meet today? 21:00

Knowing that Sang-woo considered him a penis that would run to him at the push of a button,
Jae-young had to do everything in his power to avoid going to Sang-woo. Meanwhile, he
stayed home, watched a movie, drank all night in a place Sang-woo would never go, and rode
his skateboard for hours at the riverside amusement park.

Everything was withered. Without Sang-woo, nothing, surprisingly nothing was fun. Jae-
young bit the dust while the villain detonated a nuclear bomb. He felt a blackout inside him.
Jae-young's world had lost its color since the incident. Four days after leaving Chu Sang-woo,
he raised his hands and feet, admitting his surrender.

Jae-young had the feeling of being on a roller coaster.

I had no plan. He has always lived improvising. He missed Chu Sang-woo unbearably, so he
decided to go to the practice room. He showered, put on a clean suit that he thought Sang-woo
might like, and finally started the car to go in search of him. As he headed to the practice
room, he organized in his head, what he could say to confess.

I didn't just see him as a sexual object. What she felt for him was love.

He didn't think about it afterwards. He was sure that Sang-woo wouldn't understand right
away and would probably run away saying hurtful words and causing a mess. Still, Jae-young
was determined, even if it meant forcing him to listen. At least he wouldn't be left with the
tastelessness of being labeled a sexual release.

Expectation turned to disappointment when he saw the empty practice room. As usual, he
couldn't catch up with Sang-woo. As she went home and watched the lights go out through
her window, her worry and anxiety grew. After going up to the fourth floor, he stopped in
front of the door to check if there was any noise inside.

Suddenly a short message with Sang-woo's image arrived and absurdity hit him in the head.

It was the climax in a teen movie. Chu Sang-woo, who only moved from home to school, was
at an entertainment place wearing the clothes that he had bought for her. A crude production
in which the purpose was clearly visible. In this cliche, the role for Jang Jae-young was that of
a man struggling with anxiety and jealousy. At first, he thought it was a joke.

"Where would he go? He's probably eating."

Those words that he said to himself, trying to comfort himself, were more like a wish. After
that what came was anger. He knew that the one responsible for that might be Choi Yu-na
(Sang-woo wouldn't be able to do something like that without a boost). Jae-young faithfully
captured his worries and anger in his role in that teenage play.

He was able to find out Sang-woo's whereabouts from the number that was registered on his
mobile, after Sang-woo called him. At that time Jang could not pick up because he was busy
on another call. So, after calling Yu-na and yelling at her, that he should take responsibility if
something happens to Sang-woo; she went all over the streets of Yeonseok-dong with her
eyes on him.

He had gone to clubs and bars, rooms and bathrooms, but found no trace of Sang-woo
anywhere. When he asked a certain bartender, while showing him the photo, he told him that
 indeed Sang-woo had been drinking in that place, sitting in a corner, but that he had already
left very drunk. Jae-young searched the subway station, the bus stop, the main streets and
alleys, all the places where a drunk man might fall.

He then saw a group of people gathered and Sang-woo was in the center of it all, fighting
what appeared to be a bully. The moment he saw it, his body bounced forward. Thinking
nothing of it, Jae-young jumped into the middle of the

fight. When he came to his senses, Sang-woo was lying on the street and the dog that was
trying to hit him ran away. His fist trembled at the thought that if he had arrived a few
minutes later, Sang-woo would have been hit.

"You. Why, why..."

Her feelings were overflowing so much that she couldn't speak properly. Jae-young couldn't
decide whether to hug him because he wanted to see him, because he was too worried,
because his phone was turned off, or because he was being attacked in the middle of the
street. Thus, different emotions mixed in the confusion, and as Sang-woo got up from the
ground, Jang let out his breath.

Sang-woo looked terrible, but he didn't seem hurt. He was so drunk that he couldn't control
his frightened body. He smelled of strong liquor. Jae-young thought that she would have to
put her intense feelings aside and take him home for now.

When he put his hands between his armpits to help him stand up, Jae-young saw a kiss mark
on Sang-woo's neck; the place he liked the most. Everything changed since then. Concerns
were replaced by anger and support turned to coercion. Jae-young dragged Sang-woo to the
car, leaving behind the yearning she had built up for days, the countless words she wanted to
say to him, and the impression that the clothes she had chosen fit her well. Anxiety and
jealousy came out on stage piling up in black suits.

A bloodcurdling fury dominated his mind. Jae-young couldn't say a word and gripped the
steering wheel tightly. He just hit the gas, feeling like he didn't know what to do, where to go,
or how to deal with Sang-woo.

"This road... it's not."

Suddenly Sang-woo muttered. He looked at Jae-young with eyes of fear. Jae-young didn't
even care. He had just passed a toll that led anywhere and left the city behind.

"We're not…on our way home."

This time he spoke a little louder, but Jae-young again ignored his words.

"Where are we going? What's with the look on your face? Are you still mad?"

As the questions continued, the voice grew louder. Arms crossed and eyes raised, Sang-woo
now showed no signs of fear. The crooked manner of acting made Jae-young, who was
struggling to contain her anger, speak up.

"Hears".

"What?"

"Please, shut up." Jae-young said quietly.

The fuse was about to blow. He immediately removed Sang-woo's shirt and held back his
urge to search for any other traces of kisses. Sang-woo, who had been quiet for a while,
 blurted out,

"I'm going to
get off." "I
said shut up!"
"I'm going
down."

Sang-woo opened the door when the car was running. Jae-young reacted quickly and closed the
door again, but Sang-woo's rebellious act was repeated several times. Closing the door for the
fifth time, it exploded.

"Shit, aren't you going to stop?!!!!"

Sang-woo took his hand off the door when he yelled. The left hand on his knee was trembling
faintly.

“Why… why are you yelling at me and… cursing

? She's a good person and a bad person, but now it doesn't have any meaning. Is this the only
price for trying to be a good person? Did she like that boy that much? She's glad she didn't
bring it up.

"You."

Jae-young he clenched his teeth

and said, "What the hell do you
think I am?"

"..."

"Why don't you answer? You usually don't stop saying what's on your mind." His teeth were

clenched so tightly in his mouth that they made a loud sound.

Did Sang-woo know that he's been looking for him all over the neighborhood out of fear that
something might happen to him? how worried he was? Do you want to know why he's so angry?"
Jae-young continued, feeling anger that blackened his eyes.

"A tool to satisfy your libido, isn't it?"

Sang-woo said nothing. Jae-young she couldn't choose which was more annoying, the fact
that he wasn't responding to her or the fact that every time she spoke something came out of
her mouth that she didn't want to hear.

'We allow ourselves to do what we usually do with each other.' I

didn't know I had this taste.'

'If it's not resolved by then... I can find someone else'

On second thought, Jae-young let his guard down since they started their strange relationship,
 instead Chu Sang-woo has remained consistent. Sang-woo had said they were sincere, there
was nothing to get complicated about and there was only one thing left.

Jae-young said slowly, squeezing the steering

wheel. "Don't you want to talk? Do you want to
use your body?" "What does that mean?"
"Let's have sex. There's nothing else you and I can do other than that." "No."

The answer came at once. The rudder was so tight under his hand that his fingers turned white at
every joint.

"Why? Are you not

attracted to me anymore?"
"I don't need you"

Every word was a fatal blow. What kind of misunderstanding has been creating until now? He
came all the way here to search and as a result he felt so miserable. His eyes were blackened.

" I'm warning you."

Jae-young gritted her teeth.

"If you don't want to see me really angry, don't keep talking like that." "What I'm telling you
is what I think."
And then it started again. open the car. Jang yelled for it to stop, but this time Sang-woo
desperately tried to hold the door open. How did he think to do something like that, when the
car was going 70 km/h? Jae-young was so angry that wanted to freak out, he tried to keep his
mind cool and looked around. In the dark background, only apartments and

factories were visible, and there was no room to talk. Jae-young stopped on the shoulder
before Sang-woo jumped up. the freeway.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to die?"

Jae-young lost his mind and yelled. The clenched fist he was holding back trembled on his
knees. Sang-woo looked out the car window. His appearance was like a glass wall that no one
could touch. could communicate.

"I ask you where we're going, but you won't tell me. You swear, you're sarcastic, you get
angry, you yell, you bully…"

Sang-woo distorted his expression as if in anguish. He then raised his palm and passed it over
his face. Jae-young felt so much the desire to hug his slender shoulders , like the urge to hurt
him.

"I'm very drunk. I'll go."

Sang-woo tried to open the door, but Jae-young grabbed his shoulder and turned her body
towards him. Jae-young's hand went up his neck and grabbed his chin. The red mark was
clearly visible.looked at his eyes and tightened his grip.

"Who did that?"

 Jae-young pressed the mark with his thumb. Then, he turned Sang-woo's chin from side to
side to see if there were any other marks. Sang-woo closed his mouth and looked at Jae-young

, “was he the guy from earlier?”

She had a dirty hunch from the moment she saw it. Jae-young was aware that Choo would
never have a fight with a passerby on the street if it wasn't for a reason. Sang-woo silently
nodded.

"What did you two do?"

The voice that came out of her mouth was so high-pitched that it didn't sound like his.
"Answer back".
"We kissed."

A black flame flashed before him. Jae-young swallowed Sang-woo with tight lips. The mouth,
which had been clamped shut, opened with groans as he grabbed her neck. The taste of
tobacco spread in his mouth. It was the smell of a different product than the one he smoked.
The hand holding Sang-woo's neck tightened and his tongue and lips moved more violently.

Sang-woo groaned and tried to push Jang's chest, but Jang didn't even consider it. He, on the
other hand, held her arms tightly so that she wouldn't rebel and tried to make his own trace on
the mark that Sang-woo had on his neck; but the more Jang did it, the dirtier Sang-woo felt.

“Stop, I don't like it” Sang-woo said, as soon as he parted his lips from Jae-young.

However, He ignored her words and continued kissing him roughly. His lips moved to her
chin and then to her neck, where the red mark was. It finally settled on her exposed
collarbones thanks to the V-shape of the T-shirt's neckline. It was a mistake to have bought
that kind of clothes. Just imagining that others saw it made him want to lose his mind with
jealousy. His blood boiled at the possibility that someone else touched, kissed, and caressed
Sang-woo. Jae-young looked down and saw the open zipper on his pants.

"You..."

He opened his mouth, but said no more. He couldn't claim him for his action, he didn't know
how to deal with it. those small cracks that he had clung to until now had collapsed.

'what can I do to avoid needing you?'

Jae-young was unable to find his usual self, relaxed and full of wit. He was suffering from
traces left by a stranger. Just as his eyes were on the verge of tears, Sang-woo pushed his
chest roughly.

The door opened just at that careless moment. Sang-woo hurriedly got out and ran towards the
expressway, waving at a passing car. Jae-young followed him, trying to calm her anger that
was rising again. There wasn't even a need to run. Sang-woo was so drenched in alcohol that
he couldn't walk properly. He took a wrong step and stumbled, but Jang yanked his back just
before he fell. He hugged him tightly, as he squirmed in his arms.

"what did you do with him?" With a cold, trembling and uncontrollable voice, he asked
through clenched teeth.

What if Sang-woo had found a replacement for Jae-young? The time they spent together, the
overflowing heart and feelings of love would be left somewhere unimportant.

"let me go!"
 Sang-woo rebelled, but due to the alcohol in his body, he had less strength than normal.
Contrary to the fierceness of his words, his body trembled. However,

Jae-young realized that he was more terrified than Sang-woo. He was at a disadvantage as he
had nothing, while Sang-woo had his heart in his hands. It was very difficult to face him in
such bad conditions, so Jae-young had to act more fiercely to prevent him from falling.

“Answer what I asked you!”

He took a breath and looked into Sang-woo's distorted eyes. was it going through his head?
There was a time when he considered his way of thinking as simple as a machine, but now he
was the most difficult and fearful person in the world for Jang. Just at the moment when he
thought it had gotten weird enough, Sang-woo laughed.

"because? Do you think I slept with him?

Jae-young gasped and looked into her dark eyes, trying to find an answer. Sang-woo, whose
gaze was blinded by drunkenness, blurted out,

“So what if it was? Are you going to sexually abuse me?”

Kiss for kiss, sex for sex. His equation was too simple. It couldn't be that simple. Things
couldn't be resolved that way.

"Why don't you answer? Would you mind if I did?"

Jae-young couldn't take it and screamed again. Had he ever lost his composure because of
feelings like these? The "line" of reason became blurred. I couldn't tell where it started or
where it ended.

"That is also a threat."

Sang-woo smiled and his eyes jumped open.

"If you're right, you can report it, but that can't be scary." Before Jae-young
could say anything, she looked into his eyes and said,

"Why are you doing this to me? Like I'm a sinner, like I let you down, why so angry?"

It wasn't his fault. It was that again after all. Jae-young was tired of Sang-woo trying to figure
everything out logically even when he was drunk.

"You're hurting me. You're the one making me angry. You're trying to leave me!"

"Bastard, who's trying to abandon who?!"

Sang-woo yelled. The eyes that looked at Jae-young burned with rage. Jae-young gasped,
responding to those puzzled eyes.

"Damn! What do you mean? You were with another guy and…"

"If you don't know how things turned out, shut the fuck up. Nothing happened, dumbass!"

As Jae-young inadvertently opened his mouth and thought of what to say, Sang-woo pressed
his shoulder hard. This time, he was pushed out of the way. After taking a few steps, he
looked straight ahead again, and Sang-woo, who had become distant, was looking at him with
his fists clenched.
 "I tried. But it didn't work!"
"What?"
"
D
o
g
!
"
.
"
.
.
.
"

"You have anger management disorder! Human Horse!"

Sang-woo raised his eyes and shouted. It was the first time he had gotten so worked up, and
Jae-young felt a rush of bewilderment. Sang-woo seemed crazy using all the swear words he
knew (but his repertoire was poor). Meanwhile, several cars flew by on the freeway. Jae-
young held out his hand fearing that he would run off the road, but Sang-woo dodged his hand
and backed away.

"You are a
playboy."
"... what?"

"You'll go study abroad and have your love story, instead I get a lecture because of a kiss."

"Do you think what you say makes sense?"

"Why doesn't it make sense? I know this will be your way of life."

Sang-woo was quite angry. His eyes were filled with stinging resentment. It was an emotion that
normally didn't surface.

"What will I do if my hyung

leaves?" "..."

"I'm screwed because of you, how are you going to make it up to me, you
bastard?" "Better keep quiet, I'm not in the mood to hear that." Jae-young
responded harshly, but her fist was already loose.
 "I'm upset...I'm sick of this." Sang-woo said trying to control his emotions.

Sang-woo pulled his hair. His blinking eyes stained with alcohol intoxication looked tired.

"It's all screwed up, asshole."

After Sang-woo uttered abusive language, only panting breath filled the space for a while.
Then he collapsed. For a long time, leaning on the railing and looking at the black sky, his
head bowed and he muttered a little.

"Someone like you, where do I find him? Is there someone else like you? "..."

"Only you could seduce me. I'm sure you'll have a girlfriend anyway."

A sigh escaped from Jae-young's mouth. The aggressiveness and anger that had been
unleashed inside her had already lost its place. Even if it turned into anger and resentment, it
was part of his desperate heart. The hot emotion that returned to its root made Jae-young lose
consciousness. Although he did not drink a drop of alcohol, he approached Sang-woo in a
drunken stupor and tried to reach himWhile

"No."

trying to hug his shoulder, Sang-woo tried to kick him hard in the stomach. Jae-young
grabbed his ankle and tried to calm him down, but Sang-woo jumped out of his arms in a
more intense challenge.

" No. I hate you."

Jae-young sighed and turned away from him and sat far away. She had a terrible headache.

'What a difficult relationship.'

After sweeping her face with her palm a few times, she stood up leaving Sang-woo alone. He
got into the car and sat in the driver's seat. Looking at Sang-woo, he leaned his back against
the seatback and smoked several cigarettes.

Looking back, Chu Sang-woo always gave signs of givingIf you're out of breath and want to
quit, take a sip of water If you're tired and about to pass out, take another sip of water* He
was in a constant

pull and push, while his opponent made minimal effort. Now, Jae-young, who took another
sip of water, had completely forgotten his thirst.

There was no way to please someone who made him lose his mind. Jae-young was the type to
take the initiative and direct the relationship, but he didn't he was used to being influenced
like this. On the contrary, his own appearance Ia, who turned upside down with jealousy and
agitation, gave him some insecurity.

He started the car engine and drove slowly. As he closed the distance and switched on his
headlights, Sang-woo's crouched form loomed out of the darkness. Jae-young stared at him
and rolled down the right window.

"hears".

Sang-woo snuggled up. She put her forehead on her lap and didn't respond. "I'll
take you home. Come on in."

"..."
"Will you stay there? You have class tomorrow."

He must have been very angry when he didn't respond, even mentioning something as
important to him as his classes were.

"Chu Sang-woo."

Jae-young's voice had already become weak and soft.

"Sang-woo."

Jae-young didn't know how to say the name differently. At first, it seemed that he didn't like being
called in such an intimate way, but lately he didn't care. Sang-woo didn't reply. So Jae-young was
forced to get out of the car.

"Are you sleeping?"

Sang-woo was asleep in his squatting position. He shook his shoulders several times, but didn't
move. He was already drunk when he found him, it was already 4:30

am and he assumed that he had finally run out of energy. "After giving
me so much battle, this is how you are left."

Jae-young muttered as she sat down next to him. She felt powerless over how much time must
have passed. His sleeping face looked stern and disgusted, but at the same time it was so
charming that she couldn't bear it. Jae-young has been attached to Sang-woo for some time. So no
matter how angry he was, he couldn't stay that way with him.

Jae-young's hand extended to Sang-woo's face. He slowly caressed her cheek with the back of
his hand, thinking that the situation itself was like a tribute to past events. The first day she
entered his house, Jae-young got angry at Sang-woo because she couldn't resist his temper.
Even that day, Sang-woo was drunk and fell asleep first.

He knew he couldn't do something like that. His heart was so impatient and anxious that his
eyes were blinded with jealousy and exploded. Jae-young has never played such a thirsty role
in a relationship. So it was only natural that he was clumsy and inexperienced.

Jae-young looked at Sang-woo and lightly tugged on his shoulder. She hugged him as if she
had lost her balance and had been waiting for her body to spill over him. He sat for a long
time, hugging Sang-woo as if there was nothing wrong with it. It felt so much better when he
put his nose to the back of her slippery neck and patted her warm back.

"What if this is more than an affair?"

When he was awake, he carefully put controversial words in his ear.

"You can't be without me, fool."

There was no response, but Jae-young was satisfied. Anxiety and anger were out of reach
now. The cluttered mind had cleared up.

Obviously, he knew that there were many problems between them. It was so complicated that
it seemed like a difficult thread to resolve and would lead to problems in the future. However,
at that moment, Jae-young realized that if the priorities were strong, the various obstacles did
not pose any threat.

It was a simple reason. He didn't have to deviate from the way he had been. Still, there was
only one obstacle in this relationship. And Jae-young, who had stood in front of him several
 times, reconsidered, argued, and hesitated, convinced that this time she could get over it.
Relaxing and not forcing things instead of rushing was the solution.

'Would you like to go out with me or would you rather die?'

Suddenly, a famous cliffhanger line came to mind. It's not that I didn't want to wake Sang-
woo up and ask him that, but Jae-young decided to be more patient. There has never been a
successful result in forcing this stubborn man to do anything.

I couldn't make a horse drink, even if I took it to water. It was like a proverb made for Chu
Sang-woo. Meeting this unusual person, Jae-young forcefully learned to wait and hold on
until his opponent is ready, and not to give up, even if he doesn't like certain things.

"Let's go home, Sang-woo."

Jae-young stood up while holding Sang-woo in his arms.

Semantic error Volume 4 chapter 2

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Sang-woo widened his eyes and was embarrassed by the strange scenes that occurred a few
hours ago. The second hand of his stainless steel watch marked each movement. The windows
were hung with blinds, not curtains; and posters of a four-piece rock band concert were
plastered on the walls. He saw the laptop that he himself had formatted, on a desk. As well as
keys, skin lotions, music albums, and a Zippo lighter. In one corner of the room was a pile of
clothes and right next to it, a skateboard. There was no need to question where he was.

I had a terrible headache. The situation from the day before rose in reverse order in his mind.
Mixing what he remembered with what he didn't, and just as he realized it was Wednesday,
Sang-woo jumped out of bed. 11:23…if the clock wasn't wrong, second period class had
already started.

'No!'

He needed at least three minutes to brush his teeth and change his clothes, and another five
minutes to get to school. The hangover dominated Sang-woo's body, however, that didn't stop
him from slipping out the door. Unlike the room with the shutters, the outside was bright and
he was forced to frown.

Jang Jae-young had a big house all to himself. It had two bedrooms and a big enough wall-
mounted TV. He was standing in the hall of a large kitchen. He was wearing gray training
pants and a blue jersey with a large number on the back. With a large ladle, he was stirring a
saucepan of boiling vegetables.

Sang-woo was somewhat confused and didn't know what to do. He watched Jang for a while,
but he wasn't sure and he felt his gaze from behind. Yesterday had been one of his worst days
and the headache did not allow him to analyze the situation coldly. Jae-young looked at the
stew and turned off the stove, so Sang-woo took a few steps back.

Clenching his fist, he felt some dislike for Jae-young, though he didn't look as fierce at the
time as he did earlier in the morning.

There were times in his life when some men threatened him because of certain situations. In
 middle school, high school, college, and even in the military; but he was not frightened by
such physical threats. He always calmly dealt with bullying attempts, insults and violence.
The night before was the first time he had really felt fear.

Not that Jae-young was tough. He was not afraid of being hit by him countless times. Wounds
heal. What really terrified him was her attitude. Those cold eyes, that tight mouth and his
muffled voice, which, although they could not physically hurt him, were the cause of great
fear. I had never seen Jang so angry. The last thing Sang-woo wanted was to make him feel
disappointed and walk away from him. I was afraid I would never see him again.

Sang-woo put that incident aside. For now, he had another problem that he had to solve
urgently. He looked around questioningly. Where were his clothes? What should I do with the
toothbrush? Nerves attacked him.

“I have to go to
class” “It's late
now”

Jang looked at the clock on the wall and replied casually. He then muttered that it would take
around 20 minutes to get to the University, even if he hurried, trampling on Sang-woo's hopes.

“I have to get out of here, today's topic was very important”

“what can you do? By the time you get there class will be over” “You should
have woken me up”
“How could I wake up someone who sleeps so soundly?”

Sang-woo leaned his back against the wall. He felt tired, stressed and with a persistent
headache. The fact that he had missed class was inevitable. It was not the time for casual
conversation, so he kept his eyes closed and continued speaking,

"Isn't there something you want to

tell me?" “Oh! Is it time for
reflection?
Sang-woo's eyes widened in bewilderment upon hearing the insolent comment, and he
unexpectedly met Jae-young's serious gaze,

“I'm sorry I got so angry and rude last night. I overdid it.”

Sang-woo thought that he would just say anything as a joke like always, but contrary to that,
Jae-young admitted that he was wrong. She gasped as she remembered his terrible face, his
cold way of speaking, and his demeanor as hard as a concrete wall.

“I thought you were…nice. I didn't know you were like this”

“I've always had this bad side. I was just trying to be nice to you.” “Why?”

"You wouldn't have gotten involved with me if I hadn't." "..."

Sang-woo tried to swallow hard, but his throat was dry. Jae-young was silent for a few seconds, then
continued.
 "Will you accept my
apology?" "I have to do
it?"

"Not really, it's all up to you... but if you do it, I won't do it again."

The moment he heard the apology, his mind seemed to have finished his own judgment, but
Sang-woo analyzed it and concluded that Jang's promises Jae-young (except for his poor time
management) were quite believable.

'I will support you so that you can get closer to your
dreams' 'I will wait for you. I'm not going to force you
into anything'
'I won't do it again'

For how many days would those words be guaranteed? A question formed in his mind, but he
pushed it away.

“Fine”

Jae-young nodded and crossed her

arms. “So… what about you?”
"..."

"Don't you have something to ponder?"

Sang-woo frowned and analyzed the conversation they had the night before. He vaguely knew
the reason for Jang's anger, but it was a totally unreasonable excuse and no cause for
reflection.

“no”

Jae-young didn't show any reaction to that answer. He blinked and then said, “I don't
want…”
He stopped, took a slow breath, and then continued.

“I would like us to hold hands, kiss, caress and of course have sex…”

It was, indeed, a strange demand at this point in the relationship. Seeing Sang-woo's face,
Jang added,

“Sang-woo, when we went to the studio, you were upset to hear that the songwriter was interested in
me.”

“I can't do anything about it. You are free to do your own will and I can't hold you back.”

“I mean feelings. Imagine that I go somewhere different and kiss another guy other than you.”

As soon as Sang-woo frowned, Jae-young walked over and put her hand on his neck.

“He left a mark here with his mouth, the zipper on your pants was open; the atmosphere was
unusual. I thought they had been… you know”
 Sang-woo, who was listening attentively to the explanation, suddenly felt dirty. Jang exerted a
little more force on his hand.

"Now do you understand why I was angry?"

But he couldn't answer. He didn't think he should answer.

“I was very disappointed, I was angry. I felt sick when I found out another boy had kissed you.”

With serious eyes, he took his hand off Sang-woo's neck, held his hand and brought it to his
own chest. His fingertips slowly touched the evidence that Jang was alive. He could feel his
heart racing through his skin.

"I don't want to feel like this

again." "Is it a request?"
“It's a favor, a plea, a demand…”

Jae-young's voice was low and calm. It didn't sound like a plea or a threat. Sang-woo slowly
hugged Jae-young's waist as he leaned forward. As he leaned into her warm body, Jang's arms
went around her shoulders and his hand touched the back of her neck.

“Okay, you've worked hard for me, so I'll refrain from other inappropriate relationships until
you have to leave.”

“Yeah… that's fine with me.”

Jae-young rubbed his lips on Sang-woo's forehead. His heart was beating very fast before he
knew it. And in hindsight everything came to his mind: The incident the day before, the
ridicule he made on the street, Jae-young's request, and the days that had passed before seeing
him again. He felt his temperature rise under his eyelids and everything was collapsing. Sang-
woo suddenly felt like crying. Lately his mood swings were constant.

“Sang-woo”

Jae-young called softly, but instead of answering, she sank into his arms.

“You… do you want to keep seeing me?”

He looked up and saw something that caught his attention. Jae-young's eyes were bright
brown in the sunlight. Sang-woo had no other answer. After hesitating for a long time, he
expressed a desire that was impossible to contain.

"Yes"

"Then I'll give you another chance to answer what I already asked you...

What do you want me to do?" Jae-young whispered in her ear.

Last Friday, he heard that question in Jang's car while looking at the shining arch bridge.
Sang-woo still didn't have a concrete answer. So he had no choice but to reply the same, like a
parrot.

"I do not know".

The situation was worse than back then. Everything had become a disaster. "I'm leaving
it to you as an assignment, so figure out an answer."
"Can't you tell me what the target is?" "No".

Jae-young released his hug and pressed Sang-woo's head. He advised Sang-woo to sit at the
table and brought the food. She moved the white rice, bean sprout soup, and other side dishes
and sat down at the glass-topped black table. Sang-woo took a look at various foods in a white
bowl plausibly.

"Are you good at cooking?"

"...no. I just made soup and bought all the side dishes."

The steaming soup was packed with ingredients like bean sprouts, tofu, green onions, eggs,
and meatballs. Sang-woo dipped his spoon into the bowl of soup and rummaged through its
contents.

"What is the identity of this food? Is it bean sprout soup or meatball soup?"

"Well, bean sprout soup and meatballs?"

As Sang-woo smiled and took a sip of his soup, Jae-young looked at him with her chin in her
hand. Sang-woo felt the need to give his opinion.

"It's a bit salty."

"Nothing that water can't solve." "You

didn't follow the recipe, did you?"
"Er..."

Thanks for the food."

"hot that he opened his mouth and, although he had no appetite, he ate like a beggar. Jae-
young said, pouring bottled water into the cup.

“You're going to have indigestion. Eat slowly."

Sang-woo ate without saying anything. After tactlessly emptying all the piles of rice and side
dishes, he picked up the bowl and drank the soup. He put the bowl on the table and raised his
head. Jae-young, sitting across the street, still staring at him,

“One more bowl,

please.” “Eat well. Is it
good?" "I think so."

In fact, Sang-woo didn't know what was delicious. But he wanted to keep eating, so he said
that because he wanted to have a similar feeling next time. Jae-young gave him more soup He
looked at Sang-woo and he started eating too.

“Class should have ended,” Sang-woo muttered as he ate. “Oh, that's right.”

“I've skipped class twice in my life without valid permission. In both cases it's because of the
same person."
 Jae-young smiled quietly and caught Sang-woo's attention. He finished eating the food with a
smile around his mouth and said,

"And now you have a class. Personality Education." "If I get

another F, it's your responsibility."
"Are you crazy? Go find the teacher. "

You're only allowed to be absent four times."

"How many times have you missed class?"

"Today is the fourth

time." "It's really
pathetic." "..."

Sang-woo laughed. It was fun to relate the anecdotes of the class with how their relationship has
changed so far. He also thought it would be ridiculous if he didn't graduate, but at the same time
he knew it wouldn't happen. Jang Jae-young will be leaving Seoul after graduating this semester.

Sang-woo lost his appetite and put down the spoon. Jae-young ate some more and then started
cleaning the dishes. As I sat listening to the rattle of dishes, Jae-young said,

"Go to the room and lie

down."gave
him new pajamas, a toothbrush, and one of Sang-woo's old underwear. Sang-woo entered the
bathroom, closed the door, and took off his clothes. His whole body felt stiff. The body
smelled of alcohol and a bandage was stuck to the place where the man had suctioned out his
throat the day before

. young was sitting on the couch on the phone when he washed up. Sang-woo quietly went to the
bedroom because he seemed to be talking about something serious.

He stood in front of the desk and looked at the bookshelf. Design books, magazines, novels,
movie DVDs and sketchbooks. He took out some pictures and looked at them closely because
they were behind a case full of colored pens and pencils.

Black Bandit Clothes; sporadic hair; a long knife around his waist. He was preparing for the
play "Rashomong" which was performed last summer. Although Sang-woo didn't go to the
play, he learned Jae-young's role by watching a video posted on the Internet. Another student
was putting makeup on Jae-young's face with her hands on her waist and laughing happily.

In the second photo, a gray-haired old man was holding the boy upside down with a
mischievous grin. The boy in shorts was smiling broadly as he struggled with his legs in the
air. Jae-young's grandfather was handsome and well built. Sang-woo thought that if Jae-young
gets old later, he would definitely look like this.

The last photo was taken in his childhood. A blonde girl and a dark-haired boy were playing
board games. The twins looked the same, but Sang-woo recognized Jae-young with just a
glance. He was pointing somewhere with a curious face, which is similar to the facial
expressions he often makes today. Whether he wore glasses or not, what clothes he wore, or
how old he was, Sang-woo was sure to recognize him wherever he went.

"I want to keep it."

 Sang-woo put the photo on his desk before the list of crimes went even higher.

The printer on the right side of the large desk had a document hanging on it. It looked like he
didn't touch it after printing it. At the top, Jae-young's name was written in English, so he
pulled out the paper out of curiosity, and it was an official document saying that he had been
accepted into graduate school. The offer letter contained the semester start date and tuition
expiration date. Everything else was useless, but Sang-woo read the last sentence and put the
paper back where it was.

He looked it up while scheduling the production of "Veggie Venturer," so he already knew.

Nothing has changed, just the fact that he is sure of his feelings, and Sang-woo felt depressed.

"What are you doing standing there? Lie down..."

It was then that Jae-young pushed the door open with her shoulders. Sang-woo deliberately
replied brightly because he didn't want to show that he was depressed.

"I saw your picture. Do you have more?"

He showed her three photos, pointing to the ones from her childhood and asking her to guess
who he was. When Sang-woo said "Left", the reward was a big pat on the head. Jae-young
searched the shelf and found two more photos.

"Oh, this came

out weird."
"Show me."

He handed over the painting without saying a word. Jae-young was wearing her school uniform in
both photos. One was riding a skateboard, and the other was eating ice cream.

"You were like a child playing."

The short-haired boy looked fierce and unruly like a beast. The shirt with three buttons
unbuttoned revealed a slimmer body. With a gray jacket in his arms, he looked like an
expressionless roguish teenager.

"You didn't take the class, did you? You hit the teacher and got suspended from school,
right?"

"It wasn't that crazy."

"Sure, then you couldn't have gotten into college."

"I know it looked like that, but I tried my best. It's my family motto 'keep up the good
manners.'"

Jae-young had been quiet for a while, but suggested watching a movie in the living room,
since he showed no signs of going to sleep. Sang-woo had no reason to refuse, so he
responded with a nod. She thought he was asking her to sit on the sofa, but Jae-young put a
blanket on the floor and threw a pillow at her.

"Will we watch the movie while we're lying down?"

"Yes".

"Can't I just sit and watch?"

"Do as you like. I'm going to bed."

He put his head on the pillow, and then pulled Sang-woo's ankle and sat down in front of him.
When he turned on the TV and the VOD tab, the list of movies came out. Jae-young scrolled
down the list. Sang-woo didn't know any of those titles.

"Uh, Superman 6."

"Would you like to see this?"

"Yes".

It didn't really matter what he looked at. He only mentioned it because he remembered that
they had been to the movies in the past and the movie they saw was Superman.

Soon the title came out and the movie started. The introduction of this version was also a
scene where a person in danger named Superman. She was comparing it to the scene she saw
in the cinema, and Jae-young's hand touched her waist.

The hand slipped into his shirt and lingered near his navel before moving back to his back and
up his trunk. Sang-woo, who was sitting on both legs stretched out with his back straight,
gradually collapsed. Then when he looked back, Jae-young looked at the screen with a look of
ignorance.

Sang-woo finally lay on his side like Jae-young, in the scene of Superman saving a child, as a
train derailed. He only had one pillow, so he rested his head on Jae-young's arm and Jae-
young hugged him tightly from behind.

She felt the tip of his nose on the back of her neck, and his hot breath periodically hit her skin.
The center of his hip was firm, but Jae-young didn't do anything sexual, just touched Sang-
woo's hair and patted his arm lightly. However, Sang-woo couldn't concentrate. He managed
to follow the movie easily because it was an action movie, but if the plot had been a bit
complicated, he wouldn't have understood anything at all.

In the middle of the movie, Superman was in danger from his weak point, kryptonite. Despite
that, Sang-woo knew that he would get over it in the end. Instead of looking at the obvious, he
turned around and looked at Jae-young who was lying peacefully asleep.

This side was much more interesting than the movie. Sang-woo got close to Jae-young to the
point where the tip of his nose touched his eyes. He didn't think about looking at the screen
again. He fell asleep with his back to the screen, with his chest against Jae-young and his
hands holding him around the waist.

It was 3 pm when he woke up again. Before he knew it, there was another broadcast on
television after the movie ended.

As Sang-woo turned around, Jae-young widened his eyes. The eyelids lifted and slowly
revealed the warm colored pupils. As soon as he got up, he smiled languidly, then closed his
eyes again and hugged Sang-woo.
What made him so special as to make him lose his cool? Sang-woo kissed Jae-young's lips,
feeling something in his stomach.

It felt strange. There was clearly sadness in the intense sexual desire. But it wasn't something
cold and negative, but a pity, a warm nostalgia. Every time her

heart beat, she felt a seething emotion spread throughout her body. Feeling impatient with
Jae-young, the feeling, which resembled anxiety, made Sang-woo cling closer to Jae-young.
'It's dangerous'

It felt like the boundaries that needed to be maintained were being broken. Sang-woo had a
vague sense of crisis. It was superficial, but dangerous. Sang-woo stopped kissing him
passionately and changed his countenance.

Jae-young's eyelids slowly lifted and hot, twisted eyes appeared. It was clear that there was
something that Sang-woo wanted but feared. They had been entangled for some time, just
silently looking at each other.

"You want to tell me something?"

Sang-woo said with difficulty. However, he thought that he did not know what he meant by
that question. Because I wanted to hear the answer and at the same time I didn't want to. Jae-
young shook his head slowly.

"I want to tell you. But I'll keep it until you're ready" "I don't
know what you mean."

Jae-young just smiled weakly. He said something similar in the parking lot of the park, where you
could see the night views of the riverbank. At that time, he wanted to say something, but he
backed off because it was obvious that Sang-woo would run away if he heard it. What words can
be so terrible that you want to run away? He couldn't think of anything as he turned his head.

Soon Jae-young's lips moved closer to Sang-woo's again. Lying on his side, he came close to
her mouth and babbled. Sang-woo could vividly feel his lust burning within him.

"Sang-woo."

An aimless call was listening. Jae-young's hand passed over Sang-woo's arm and his tongue
slid down his neck. The prickling sensation made him want to push it away, but Sang-woo
struggled to hold onto Jae-young's back.

Soon a large hand reached her belly and moved closer to her chest. His touch was softer and
more delicate than ever. But Sang-woo felt depressed during his character rise.

"Sang-woo."

Not knowing what words were left out afterwards, Sang-woo became bitterly sad. Sang-woo
placed his hands on Jae-young's cheek with his head

buried in her collarbone. She removed her lips from his body and looked into his eyes. Jae-
young looked puzzled.

"You do not want?"

"I don't know, I don't know what I want"

I couldn't hate him. All the changes that occurred in Sang-woo's body were indicative of a
state of sexual stimulation. If so, he could resolve his sexual desire, but Sang-woo was
reluctant for reasons of unknown identity. He pulled Jae-young's cheek close to his face.
Looking at her dark brown hair, her straight nose, her dark eyebrows and her big monolid
eyes, she closed her eyes and kissed her soft lips. Jaeyoung was calm as he exhaled a strong
breath through his nose.

She didn't meet him for a playful kiss. Sang-woo stood still with his lips together, even
assuming that something had been contradictory.
"Is enough for today."

Soon after, Sang-woo whispered, removing his mouth. Jae-young slowly opened her eyes and
blinked a few times. He then said playfully.

"Aren't you being a little cruel?"

"I know, the same happens on my side, so I hope it comforts you." "Why?"

"Well, it's just a mood issue."

Jae-young, who seemed intrigued by the comment, laughed. It was so clear where the word
was coming from without a quote. Jae-young just stepped aside.

"If that's the case, I understand."

Even after he got up and left, Sang-woo lay down for a while. No matter how much he
thought about it, he couldn't understand his own judgment. It was an inappropriate and
emotional decision.

Sang-woo stood up before the sorrow that had been suppressed for a while entered his mind
again while Jae-young was drinking water in the kitchen.

"I'm going
home". "Stay
another night."
"I'm leaving"

Sang-woo stood up and headed to Jae-young's room. After taking off her clothes, she found
her clothes hidden in the pile in the corner and put them on her body. Jae-young was leaning
against the door frame and watching the scene, then he said,

"I'll
take
you."
"I'm
going
by
taxi".
"No."
"Why?"

"I would like to see you, even if it's just a minute longer."

Jae-young didn't insist that Sang-woo stay longer, nor did he force himself to get involved. He
just took his car keys with no expression on his face. Sang-woo searched through the drawers
and took all the underwear and clothes that Jae-young had worn and headed to the front door.

Jae-young was silent in the car. Driving a short distance and making eye contact made him
smile a little sadly, but he didn't say anything. Sang-woo thanked him. Because silence was
desperately needed at that moment.
 When the car reached its destination, Sang-woo thought that Jae-young might change his
mind and follow him, but the assumption was wrong. Jae-young waited for Sang-woo to get
off without even turning off the engine. Sang-woo got out of the car with a shopping bag
containing clothes, a cell phone, and a wallet. Before closing the car door, Jae-young said her
name quietly. The voice was nice to listen to.

"What?"

"That suits you." "..."

"Goodbye, don't forget what I assigned you." "I'm leaving"

Sang-woo entered through the glass door, but he didn't immediately go upstairs, instead
watching the car drive out of the alley.

RETURN0,

No matter how distraught or depressed Sang-woo was, time did not wait. Now, as always, he
visualized into the future. Sang-woo, who had never been afraid of him, now did not feel safe.
Although the number of days that he could meet with Jae-young decreased day by day, he did
not take the proper measures.

The calendar was extended to June and dragonflies were flying in the sky. Originally, Sang-
woo didn't have the hobby of enjoying the heavenly scenery, and now he couldn't even afford
to do so. Veggie Venturer's QA and beta testing will start on Monday, so the test archive
should be available by the end of the week. There were minor features and issues remaining
that had been detected but not yet completed.

Sang-woo didn't even go to the practice lab and was engrossed in his work at home. He was
under a lot of stress because he wasn't used to being hounded by the deadline, but he wasn't in
a position to complain because it was a result of his self-imposed illness.

During Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, Jae-young bought food for Sang-woo, who had
stayed home working on the game. The menu of kimchi fried rice, curry, bulgogi rice and
gyudon was constantly changing, only leaving the food and coming back a little later. Sang-
woo didn't say it, but he always waited for the delivery guy instead of the food. Every time he
arrived, she hugged him for three minutes and immediately felt her tiredness and stress seep
out of her body. It was a strange remedy that made him feel better.

On Sunday at 16:33, Sang-woo uploaded a beta test file to FTP* which passed the self-test.

*Note: The FTP protocol (File Transfer Protocol), or File Transfer Protocol
by its translation into Spanish, is a network protocol used to transfer files
between computers connected to a TCP network.
Although it ditched the infinity mode, ladder ranking, and digital trust search features, it was
close to the end result, and there were still pieces of work to be done on server +interworking,
in-app payments, and device-specific optimizations. Chu Sang-woo and Jang Jae-young's
project has finally taken shape, and it's ready to go out into the world.

I generated and uploaded the beta test files.

 16:33

Jae-yeong ㅅㅂ : Thanks for your hard work. Internal developer. 6:34

Jae-yeong ㅅㅂ : Shouldn't we open the champagne on a beautiful day like this?

16:34

Come to the practice room. If you do me a favor, I'll buy you dinner.

16:36

Jae-yeong ㅅㅂ : cooked ribs. 16:36

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7

A smile built around her mouth as she prepared to take a shower. Seemingly without any
expression on his face, the mirror showed a smiling face if he was a stranger, as if he was not
himself.

Sang-woo was wearing beige pants, a green T-shirt, and a white cap on his head. He put the
bottle of wine brought by Jae-young 24 days ago into his backpack and left home.

The bike slid smoothly over the gray block of sidewalk. He pedaled in the dim sunlight. He
 did what he had to do satisfactorily and headed towards the man he wanted to see. The release
date of "Veggie Venturer" meant that the day of its designer's departure was drawing near.
But the moment was so bright that Sang-woo couldn't afford to feel sad.

Sang-woo met Jae-young on the steps of the art school. Suddenly, someone hung a headlock
on him from behind, so he wondered if he was crazy, but when he looked at the face, he
immediately burst out laughing.

"Oh, I'm going to rip your mouth out."

When he heard that, his facial muscles completely relaxed, and he laughed like a fool.

"It's hard to tempt you here."

Jae-young was always a bit careful about his behavior when others could see him. But Sang-
woo didn't want to worry about anything at the moment, so he took her hand and quickly ran
upstairs. There weren't many students at school on Sunday afternoon anyway.

As soon as he entered the practice room, he turned on the lights and called for recreation.

"Have you checked?"

"Not yet, since I'm starting right now. I just put it on my phone." "Hurry up and get it
going."
Jae-young took out his cell phone from his pocket, sitting on a chair. He only did a few partial
tests, and it was the first time he had seen an opening that was perfect with the sound. Sang-
woo put his hips on the armrest of his chair and looked at the home screen.

The drum sounded, and the raven's cry was faint. With an eerie xylophone tone, the male and
female characters clashed over the title. Each carried a carrot knife and pumpkin dynamite.
Chuchu turned the knife with an angry face, and Zeze blew a pink bubble gum, which was
supposed to explode once every six seconds. In the dark background of the farm, fluorescent
green radioactive materials glowed and spiked lights flickered.

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"Wow...it's worth the money."
Jae-young hit the start button and entered the farm. With fast-paced medieval organ music as
the backdrop, the protagonist cut the mouse with a carrot and killed it. The atmosphere was
gloomy, but the character's movement and sound effects were brilliant, giving it an oddly
casual feel. He tried a few more places and silently raised his palms. When Sang-woo met his
hand as if he had been waiting, there was applause.

The module that suppresses laughter seemed to be broken. Sang-woo didn't want to seem too
happy, but it didn't work out. She kissed Jae-young's neck and rubbed the back of her neck as
she hugged Jae-young, hoping to hide her face.

"Great job".

"I told you. I will implement all your

designs." "Now you look like Iron Man."

"You mean I'm like a machine again?" "No. You are

absolutely magnificent."
 Of course, the joy of sharing the fruits of their crops with someone was unfamiliar. The fact
that Sang-woo shared the same joy as Jae-young was unbearably good. Jae-young unfolded
her hug, grabbed Sang-woo's shoulders, and said with an excited look.

"Okay. So, starting tomorrow, you will enter the exam period, I'll take care of the QA*?"

*NOTE: In the field of software development, the acronym QA stands for

Quality Assurance. It is a set of evaluation activities of the different stages
of the development process to guarantee that the final product is of
quality.
"Yes, I have emailed you the inspection field, detailed instructions, and checklist. We start
beta testing at the same time. Spray the files to the testers, and you can organize the reviews
and send them to me."

"Agree".

"Are you done with the list of testers?"

Jaeyoung uploaded a mobile note program and handed it to Sangwoo. Among the 50 names
on the list, Choi Yu-na was the only one Sang-woo knew.

"What is their level?"

"Mostly low level. There are some of them who are good" "Then I'll
include two high level players I know." "Uh. Send the file to my email
address."
This ended the matter. Sang-woo committed to studying for the next two weeks and planned
to spend a minimum of time on development, and Jae-young decided to handle quality
assurance and user testing.

"What favor did you need to ask me?"

"I will invite you to dinner, so please look at the PPT design."

Sang-woo said this, taking out his laptop from his backpack. Jae-young raised her eyebrows
with a look of surprise. When Sang-woo played the presentation material for the "Algorithm"
class mini project, he scooted his chair closer.

"Let's see what we have here. Thirty-eight pages."

"Do you think it's free? I'll buy you a meal."

"Done, and a kiss for every page."

"It's fine".

"After this, we are going to buy some meat and roast it at home."

"I've brought wine, too."

"That's fine. Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Sang-woo hesitated for a moment, took out Jae-young's shirt and whispered in her ear.
 "Don't eat too much, and let's do something else. It's been a long time" "Anything else?"

Jae-young's ears turned red. He stood still as a statue, turned his head and looked into Sang-woo's
eyes. The look seemed a little crazy.

"We can do it now."

"It's unsanitary here, so we won't do it."

Jae-young tried to kiss him several times, but Sang-woo pushed his forehead away.

"Hurry up and see if it's alright. I have to get a good score."

"I'll be done in ten minutes without fail."

Jae-young snapped her finger and put her in front of her laptop. He seemed confident but his face
turned sour as soon as he turned on the slideshow. He started with an enterprising attitude with his
upper body forward, but by the time he got to the last chapter, he leaned his back against the chair
and looked puzzled.

"I think I'll need another ten minutes."

Jae-young downloaded two free fonts from the Web with a sullen face. "Hey, Chu
Sang-woo."

"Yes".

"This fountain...don't use it anymore...Promise me."

Jae-young seemed to hate the most common and widely used typeface on the Web. Sang-woo
dangled his finger on his little finger.

Jae-young unified the title and text into two fonts and returned to the cover. He then frowned as if in
distress.

"You can't see any letters because of the

background." "You can look closely."
"That's your idea. But for others it's awkward"

Jae-young deleted the screenshot of Ohmok Daejeon that Sang-woo had put in the
background and found a free image about it on the web and put it in the back. bottom right of
white background. Titles applied in various colors and different sizes were unified in black
and one size, and the italic, underline, and bold styles applied to student numbers, and Sang-
woo and Jo-won's names were all removed and arranged on the left.

The reason why Sang-woo put a lot of embellishments is because the screen seemed too
empty. Jae-young removed all the decorations that Sang-woo had put up, but strangely, it
didn't feel like the screen looked empty. The report was also hard to believe.

"Jin-tae is two classes below you. Do you think he's handsome?"

"I do not know".
"Yes. You better not know. Don't talk to him personally, don't make eye contact, don't communicate
with him. Okay?"

"Honestly, that doesn't matter."

Jae-young finished the first chapter with a smile. Sang-woo liked the design change. When he
kissed Jae-young's cheek, his smile deepened, and the screen moved to the next slide.

"Did you ever think writing was too big?" "So you can read well."

"When the letters are too big, no. And the viewer gets distracted." "I see".

The title and body font size were changed on the master slide. Sang-woo was curious how
much it would reduce, so he took a closer look. Jae-young resized it a few times, removed all
the embellishments that Sang-woo decorated, and separated the title area with lines and
triangles.

"Kiss me quickly."

When he gave her compensation, Jae-young picked up speed. He was the answer to anything
in this field. Showing no signs of difficulty, he only made ⁰ a few clicks and a few shortcuts,
but everything got better. It seems as if you move the mouse anywhere, but the elements have
found the most harmonious position. Sang-woo stared at the screen with his mouth open.

'You look like a magician'

Although he didn't speak, he was filled with admiration. He didn't see Jae-young working
alongside him for a day or two, but the scene where he arranged his best results seemed rather
cool than creating something that had never been done.

"It's truly amazing. I've never seen a five-line headline in my life."

What matters and what doesn't matter was decided from the tip of his hand. No matter how
good the content is, the value is tarnished if it is not displayed effectively. Sang-woo realized
once again that he knew, but he couldn't put it to good use. I was sitting there, and Jaeyoung
said,

"Won't you pay the design fee on time?" "I

can do it now."

"You owe me 3, I've already done some slides."

Make the presentation look good, dress to impress others, or handle situations well. While
Sang-woo had no talent at any of them, Jae-young was an expert. So Sang-woo thought that
he didn't even know that it shines like a cute toy.

"Why did you use that image?"

"He's a popular character that draws people in."

"Uh-huh…Deleted."
The changing screen in the hands of an expert impressed Sang-woo, even though it was just
presentation material for the department. The delicacy of fixing the problem without missing
anything, the intelligence of solving the complicated, and the ability to control all the
elements easily, even if they seem rough, were all factors that made Jang look ecstatic.

Sang-woo's gaze shifted from her hand, deftly manipulating the keyboard and mouse, to her
 handsome profile with a smile around her mouth. Red shirts, crooked postures, metal earrings,
forearm tattoos, and shaky knees... At first he didn't like it, but he didn't hate it anymore just
because it was part

of Jang Jae-young. Sang-woo suddenly felt a strong emotion welling up from the depths of his
heart.

'Have I ever seen such an amazing person in my life?'

A bully, a human horse, a scumbag, a psychopath, a sadist, a madman with anger

management disorder, volatile, split personality, a bomb that can explode at any moment.
Sang-woo remembered every name he had given him. Jang Jae-young was far from perfect
and had many aspects that Sang-woo hated. But Sang-woo suddenly realized that he didn't
care. Raging waves of emotion swept over Sang-woo, covering up Jae-young's numerous
flaws that he had previously identified. The cocktail, a 5:1 mix of joy and sadness, swirled
violently and soon,

"Yay... I added an effect, an edge, and even a shadow. I've tried really hard..."

"I like you, hyung."

The mouse click stopped. Jae-young's busy hand stopped. And Sang-woo realized that he had
said something inappropriate.

'What did I say?'

His mind went blank. I guess his brain went a little weird because he was so excited to do a
beta test file. As if drunk, the thought branched out of his mouth without any filter.

'Did I tell him I like him?'

That's a guy, too... like he's dating Jae-young? He was an unfathomable opponent in the first
place. It was illogical nonsense.

Sang-woo looked up and met Jae-young's eyes. Before he knew it, she was fully extended
towards him, wearing the stupidest look he had ever seen.

"I didn't hear you. Say it

again." "I haven't said
anything."
"You did. You like me."

"You said you didn't listen to me."

Jae-young's open mouth closed, and a deep smile spread around her mouth.

"Hurry up, let me hear it again."

Sang-woo opened his eyes very slowly because he was in a daze. He was so serious, and
Jaeyoung was making her eyes sparkle as if she had found a series of pranks. Sang-woo stood
up and backed away. Without a moment to pack her suitcase, she opened the door and ran out.
He was followed by Jae-young immediately, so he ran with all his might.

"Hey! Stop right there!"

Sang-woo ran away as best he could, as if Jae-young was a criminal with a knife. He ran as
hard as he could down the stairs so she couldn't follow him, but Jae-young didn't give up and
 kept following him.

'Don't get caught'.

I couldn't think of what was wrong and how to fix it. One thing for sure was that Jang had to
catch him. Sang-woo was only afraid of what he would tease and what he would do if he
caught him.

He made it all the way to the front of the engineering school. He teased his legs quickly in
case the speed lagged. He passed the bumpy stone path through the low bushes and passed the
Faculty of Humanities and the Faculty of Natural Sciences one by one. There was a scream
behind him as he thought he had already lost it.

"Damn, don't you play in moderation?"

Sang-woo ran at full speed again. The voice was not heard far away. Jae-young cursed at
Sang-woo, saying, "Don't make me angry," and said, "I decided not to curse at all, but it was
your fault I did it for a week." Sang-woo hid behind the futsal field he saw.

"Where are you going? We should

talk!" "..."
"Hey, you're always running away... I've been chasing you around half the world!

You know?"

"Go away! I have nothing to say."

As soon as Sang-woo answered, Jae-young ran over there. Sang-woo fled to the next side
following the futsal square topography. Beyond the green netting, Jae-young was seen
standing with her fist clenched.

"Come on, I can't run a hundred days after you."

Jae-young couldn't catch Sang-woo unless he destroyed the futsal field. But he didn't give up
and kept running. So they wasted their energy and went three laps around the futsal field.

"That's a pretty strong gong, actually."

Jae-young collapsed, leaning against the wire fence, as if she couldn't take it anymore. Sang-
woo gasped too, but he chose to breathe standing up, not sitting down, in case he suddenly
rushed forward. For a time, their mouths were filled with harsh breaths and words. Then Jae-
young spoke up.

"I have never seen anyone as strange as you."

Sang-woo didn't take his eyes off the silhouette, nervous that he would turn and run, but Jae-
young stood still. They chatted with the futsal field between them.

"Come here. I have something to tell you, but I don't want to do it like this. Actually, I didn't
want to do it this way, but I can't help it."

"...I do not know what you're talking about."

Sang-woo stopped babbling and took a deep breath. He then said emphatically. "What I
said in the practice room was a slip of the tongue."

"I do not believe it."

 Jae-young replied as if it was insignificant. The brazen manner really annoyed Sang-woo.

"I say no."

"Oh, not again today?"

"I don't mean the date, but that it is not a slip."

"If you need time, tell me exactly how much you need. I've been waiting, and it's not much of
a dilemma to keep waiting."

The answer was too much today. Sang-woo frowned, clutched his chest, and took a deep
breath. His heart was still beating like crazy, but it wasn't because he was physically
exhausted. Standing still and breathing, he was able to move again.

"I'm leaving, don't follow me. If you follow me, I won't see
you again." “…”

And then he ran to the library. He couldn't hear the sound of the chase from behind.

Sang-woo doesn't remember what happened next. He was riding his bike like a habit, he got
home before he knew it, he stormed up the stairs and poured cold water down his throat like
he was angry.

She stripped off all her sweaty clothes, put them in the washing machine, and took a quick
cold shower. Even after changing into clean clothes, her heart was pounding. It was 19:12. He
didn't eat, but he wasn't hungry. Not knowing what to do, Sang-woo nervously looked around
and slowly sat down on his chair. Her eyes closed as her trembling hand rested on her
forehead.

'I like you, hyung.'

He couldn't believe he had made such a comment. It was not a requirement, nor an evaluation,
they were unnecessary words. It felt very weird. He was stunned, angry and sad.

A phenomenon in which a person becomes too special to be replaced. A dangerous sentiment

that drives the nation's leaders to destruction and makes even the wisest fools. Sang-woo
knew that liking people is a terrible illusion. There are many doctors who can cure sex
addiction, but love sickness is not registered in medical dictionaries.

Was it really a slip? Sang-woo doesn't lie, but his condition has been so fluctuating these days
that he often says anything. Sang-woo has been analyzing his own behavior with his hands
around his throbbing hair.

May 29 -Jang Jae-young's house May

28 -Yeonseok-dong Bar

May 25 -Han River, Jang Jae-young's car May 24

22

-House May 19 -Department Store

Her history , which he saw coldly in the eyes of a third party, could largely be explained by
 his strong sexual desire, but there were certainly parts that were not. For example, on
Wednesday, May 29, when he woke up at Jae-young's house, Sang-woo didn't, even though
he had the opportunity to have sex.

The day remained a strangely positive memory, though it hadn't alleviated the slightest desire
for sex. Not much was done. After eating Jae-young's food, talking about useless things while
looking at the photos, she lay down next to him while they watched the movie and took a nap.
Sang-woo felt desperate as he remembered how hot the bean sprout soup was, how much he
wanted to steal Jae-young's picture, and how much his heart was pounding on his sleeping
face.

“This is Bad.”

He lowered his clenched fist onto the desk. The more he reminisced about their time together,
the less confident he was. There was too much to bring out for anything other than his genitals
to meet sexual desire

. are the wrinkles of his nose vertically when he sneezes, how neat is the shape of the hand
with which he holds the mouse, how nice are the muscles of his back when he stretches, how
nice are his smiling eyes, how nice are his teeth and how bright her hair is in the sun.

How nice it was to hear her name whispered by those lips.

How often did she laugh at his silly jokes? Still, how touching were the words he meant.
Remembering her arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders and her lips gently touching his
forehead, Sang-woo foresaw defeat.

Suddenly, he remembered how much fun it was when he found out his sister had a boy she
likedwhen I was in high school. His sister talked about him all day and folded 500 ugly paper
cranes. He teased her for being a fool and called her a monster, but was punched in the back
several times for her teasing. At that time, Sang-woo laughed at his sister's fuss with their
mother about buying him new clothes, not coming home much after school, and going out to
see the boy on the weekend as irrational.

But Sang-woo did more than that. Jang Jae-young dressed up in her favorite clothes and drank
several 10,000 won drinks at a bar in an entertainment district to get her attention, as well as
conduct a background check. And what did he remember that time he kissed him without
permission while he slept. He was lost in thought all day, breaking his pre-arranged schedule
when the time came.

A tall, handsome man with brown eyes did not suit her sexual taste. The man she met at
Yeonseok-dong wasn't so bad because he wasn't as handsome as Jae-young. He couldn't
because it wasn't him.

Sang-woo slowly fell onto his desk in despair. Jang Jae-young, the unpredictable and modern
man, destroyed the tranquility of his daily life from the beginning, provoked Sang-woo
sexually and turned him into an unbearable body without him, and of course… took his heart
away. Here was a fool who liked a man with whom he was not going to be able to have a
healthy married life.

"I'm screwed up".

It was enough to buy everything Sang-woo liked until now. But for the first time, there was
something he likes but can't have. Always moving at will and not being able to get it. It will
be gone soon.

Only then did Sang-woo find the identity of the semantic error that ruled his world.
RETURN0,

NOTE: In this part | symbolizes that Sang woo is writing a text message, then
erases what he has written and writes again, changing the words.

Jaeyoung-hyung. I can not do this. Unlike the initial agreement, my hyung improved emotionally.
I've never been like this before, so I can't predict what will happen after hyung leaves. So let's
stop seeing each other now...|

Jaeyoung-hyung. I can not do this. Unlike the initial agreement, I am emotionally involved...|

Jae-young hyung...| Sunbae... |

*Finally ends up sending the message you will see below and then Jae-young replies.
Sunbae, I'm in the exam period, so I won't meet with you for another two weeks. After that, I
will proceed to meet with you if strictly necessary.

14:31

Jang Jae-young, Sunbae at Visual Design: I'm shopping for glasses, but I'm choosing one.

14:33

Jang Jae-young, sunbae in Visual Design: (photo).

14:33

Jang Jae-young, sunbae in Visual Design: (photo).

14:33

Did you read my message? 14:34

Jang Jae-young, sunbae in Visual Design: Read. 14:34

Jang Jae-young, sunbae in Visual Design: image 1 or image 2? 14:35

 Photo 1. Tell me the price. I broke your glasses before that, so I'll make it up to you. 14:36
I said let me
know.

14:38

Won't you let me know? 14:40

As the earth spun and rotated at the same speed and direction as the day before, a bright new
day arrived at the same time.

But Sang-woo's world, a mess, was still at night. The emotion-swept ruins were desolate and
dilapidated. All that remains is barbarism that has not received the light of reason. Sang-woo's
essence seemed to have disappeared after being swept away by the typhoon.

On Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, Sang-woo lived like a soulless robot. As usual, he
went to school at a certain time and sat in the same seat and took classes, but learned nothing.

He suffered from a disease that was not even in the medical dictionary. A disease that has a
profound adverse effect on one's life because one doesn't get in one's head. The terrible
disease took root in the depths of Sang-woo's heart during the incubation period, and
immediately became a symptom of pain when he recognized his feelings. He was being
devoured unable to fight the pain.

Sang-woo, who was holding his chin, came to his senses when someone knocked on his desk.
He was so distracted that he didn't even know class was over.

With a serious look, he put the mechanical pencil back in the case and covered the textbook.
Even though it was a weak topic and a review session before the exam, he didn't take
anything. Last time he was absent, and this time it was like he was absent. It was obvious that
he was going to screw up his exam terribly.

A back became familiar to Sangwoo as he packed his bag. He almost forgot what he had to do
because he's been beside himself lately. Sang-woo stood in front of the female student who
was tying her shoelaces right in front of the door. Standing with an indifferent face, the girl
widened her eyes when she saw Sang-woo.

"Uh! No! Oh hi!"

Ji-hye stuttered. It seemed that there was an urgent matter to do, since he was about to say goodbye.

"Bye…!"

"Ryu Ji-hye, if you have a moment, please help me."

She stopped when he spoke to the back of her head with her black hair tied up.

"I'll buy you a meal as a reward. You like rice."

Ji-hye walked out the door, looked around, and returned to Sang-woo. Then he lowered his
voice as if someone was eavesdropping.

"What's
happening?" "Sit
down for a
moment."

Sang-woo went to his seat, judging that it was inappropriate to stand up and talk. Then Ji-hye
shivered and sat aside, leaving a chair. Sang-woo beta-tested "Beven" (Veggie Venturer) on his
cell phone and handed it over.

"It's a game I'm making." "Oh

no, did you do this?"

"Uh. It's test week and I need a little player tester."

Ji-hye smiled awkwardly at the words and shook her head wildly. He said, putting his cell
phone back on Sang-woo's desk.

"I'm not good at games. It won't help at all."

Sang-woo took out as many as five packs of food stamps from his wallet and put them in front
of her.

"I'll give you this and buy you a meal. I know you're busy because it's exam time, but you just
need to try it for about 30 minutes and fill out the review questions. That's an exceptional
condition considering minimum wage."

"...no, I'm going to die."

“You don't want to do it, do you?

Sang-woo put his meal ticket in his wallet, he was disappointed, but it wasn't that he didn't
understand. Ji-hye, who had been looking at him, suddenly said,

“ummm, the atmosphere It's changed a bit."

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm... has your mood become a bit softer? Much more determined? I think it felt a little... more
bearable. Oh! It does not matter. It's my subjective opinion."

It must have turned into this due to its softness and weakness. It's being influenced by
emotions. When Sang-woo sighed heavily, Ji-hye noticed.

"Have you… been doing well

lately?" "No “
Sorry.”

Looking at his watch, it was time to eat, but Sang-woo ignored him. His daily routine has
been completely messed up, and even a few minutes of mistakes in his schedule didn't add to
the crux of the problem.

“How's your study going?”

“Well, it's always the
same.” “I envy you.”

If only he could go back to his daily routine, which has always been constant and predictable.
there was no pain or suffering.

"Look, what has really changed is that, if it was like before, you would have gotten up and left
right away when I told you I wasn't going to test your game."

"Yes."

Sang-woo tilted his head "Why are they talking nonsense when the matter is already over? He
thought he should get up. Until a convention occurred to him." rsation.

'He bought all my coffee.'

13 weeks ago, in the first week of the semester, Sang-woo confided in Ji-hye about life's
difficulties, and Ji-hye surprised him by offering a flexible solution. As a result, although
useless, Sang-woo remembered his unconventional way of thinking as a new blow.

"Hahahaha....I'm going to go now. I'm sorry I couldn't help you!"

"Waiting."

Ji-hye, who stood up in an awkward position due to Sang-woo's dissuasion, sat down again.
He smiled with an uneasy look.

".... what?"

"I'm going to give you a quiz, and I'll give you a meal ticket if you answer it."

Sang-woo again took out five meal tickets from his wallet and put them on his desk. Ji-hye
frowned strangely and scratched her forehead with her fingernails.

"maybe?"

"Uh. Are you going to do it?"

"No, all of a sudden... Okay, but it's not about the meal ticket. Hey, Oppa? It's a

real misunderstanding that I'll do anything if you feed me."

Ji-hye waved her hand, but Sang-woo dropped a packet of food stamps on his desk. Although
Ji-hye looked embarrassed, Sang-woo started to speak as he put his meal ticket in his pocket.

"I won't reveal the real name for privacy, but let's say we have X and Y."

"Yes".

"But X and Y… "

 Ji-hye's smile looked awkward. It will be annoying if you are listening to useless things
during exam period. Sang-woo took a deep breath and opened his mouth again.

"Uh.... X likes Y.... "

The name was replaced with the alphabet to hide privacy information and control emotions.
The first target was hit, but the second was not. Sang-woo could feel his distorted face. He
took water out of his backpack and tried again.

" X likes... Y."

The same thing happened this time. He couldn't get to the next level at all. "Oh, so
what are you saying?"
“…”

The time stretched out so long that Ji-hye seemed to be upset. For her, it was an appropriate
expression of emotion to go to a meal only if she did well on the exam quickly. Sang-woo
nodded and said,

"But Y will be gone for a long

time." " Wow."

"X wants to keep Y, but he can't anymore. How can he overcome this situation? Answer me
from X's position."

Ji-hye furrowed her brows and moaned as if in distress. Soon, he made eye contact with Sang-woo.

"Did you by any chance take an IQ test?" "Indeed, I

am a man of high intelligence."

"It's a way of expressing frustration. It's no big deal."

Ji-hye poked Sang-woo so he couldn't say anything, and then held up two fingers.

"There are only two ways, right?" The first is… holding him.”

Sang-woo hoped that Ji-hye would come up with a much more innovative plan. He answered
patiently, though internally disappointed.

“He can't be held. This is important for your career, which Y has planned before."

"That's something I didn't know. So, the second thing is to follow

him." "..."
The second method was a solution that Sang-woo had never thought of. Sang-woo went through the
alternatives he suggested.

'I follow the United States'.

Then Jae-young wouldn't have to break up with him, but he immediately had a lot of troublesome
questions. Sang-woo sighed and opened his mouth.

"Easier said than done, where to Study? Where to live? What about visas? What about living
expenses? What about the language? Furthermore, X also has a life plan. You can't decide it,
 just like that.

" "So X doesn't really like Y. If you love someone, shouldn't you go after that person
wherever they are?"

Ji-hye spoke as easily as if one could live on emotions alone. Sang-woo shook his head and
put his backpack on his shoulder.

"Your solution It's absurd and useless. That means I don't have to give you a meal ticket. I'll go."

"What? Wait... why are you asking me something so strange? We need to talk to each other and
figure it out."

Sang-woo added a word before standing up. "They're not a

couple."
"What?"

Ji-hye's eyes widened. She couldn't leave because she was looking for aexplanation. Well, it's
an important precondition, so he should have mentioned it beforehand." Sang-woo spoke
quickly, avoiding his gaze.

"It may sound unethical, but X and Y only have physical relationships."
"What? Aren't they dating?...I don't understand..."
Ji-hye mumbled as if it was absurd. She then said to Sang-woo with a serious look.

"Hey...why aren't you dating? What are you doing?" "It's

impossible."
"Why?"

"I can't talk about it because it's private."

"Tell me. It's none of your business anyway, it's about 'X and Y'."

The word had a period. Sang-woo took a deep breath and replied as calmly as possible.

"X and Y are the same sex."

"So what? Are you kidding me?" she said

excitedly. "... are you angry?"

Ji-hye ignored Sang-woo's question and asked as if she couldn't understand it. “What do they do
when the two of them meet? Are you…are you in a relationship?” “Do anything. Hmm… they
usually work.”

“And.

” “Well… They've seen movies twice. They played basketball. They were lying around doing
nothing. They've gone for walks, shopped for clothes at the department store…"

"And aren't they dating already?"

 "Is your IQ okay? How are two men supposed to date?"

"...Oppa, do you live on this planet?"

Jihye took out her cell phone, tapped it several times quickly, and gave it to Sangwoo. Sang-
woo was also angry at the fact. of her pushing the barrel, so she received the electronic device
rather roughly, and there was a dictionary in her internet browser.

Meaning of love:

The affection that flourishes in the human physical foundations, the intimate relationship between
two people who love each other in some sexual way.

“…”

The definition was truly familiar. Sang-woo could feel the heat rising from his neck and his
face was getting redder and redder.

"So tell me isn't it true that X and Y are dating?"

Sang-woo felt a sensation at that moment, one much like when he was arguing with his sister.
His sister used to invalidate Sang-woo's stories like it was nothing.

'I guess that's what all students do.' Sang-woo muttered inside
himself.

"It seems you don't know anything, but listen carefully."

Sang-woo got a little upset and explained to Ji-hye the details of how humanity survives and
the relationship of social institutions. In history, the system has been advantageously
established for mankind to achieve prosperity, and marriage is a support for the core system,
so it is not established among men who cannot achieve reproduction.

"...that is why marriage and dating between the opposite sex are legalized and
institutionalized."

Sang-woo spoke and felt hot, he took out a bucket of water from his backpack and drank it. Ji-
hye, who was listening with her arms crossed, reached for something on her cell phone and
said,

"I'll return the favor. Same-sex marriage is becoming legal all over the world. There are
already 25 countries that recognize same-sex marriage." same-

sex couples as institutional, and developed countries like the United States and Europe are
mainstream."

“…”

He then cited vasectomy as examples and introduced couples who get married without having
children. He argued that although human beings may have lived according to their instincts in
 an age of barbarism, they have developed to enhance civilization and value individual will
and freedom.

Ji-hye, armed with data, was no match for her sister, who always insisted on it. Sang-woo felt
a sense of crisis. He relied on general knowledge and scientific knowledge, but he was not
interested in contemporary current events. It was hard to refute the subject of same-sex
marriage or vasectomy.

"My oppa, who devalues love, which is a privilege of humanity; he is a savage!" "...Calm
down. You're too worked up."
Ji-hye, who had been talking nonstop for eight minutes, finally fell silent. Sang-woo
understood what he said in general but he hasn't been persuaded yet.

No matter how civilized man is to overcome barbarism to some extent, every action has a
purpose. Humans eat for energy sources, sleep to rest their bodies, and have sex to carry on
with subsequent generations. Aren't love and marriage just a by-product of being born and
nurtured in a stable way? Even if there are people in the world who have marriages without
children and a relationship without marriage like Ji-hye said, it doesn't mean that the act is
reasonable.

"What does dating mean if you're not going to procreate or get married? It's a waste of time."

Ji-hye worriedly looked at the question Sang-woo asked. She was still for a minute and then
she met his eyes.

"Why do you eat, oppa?"

"Because we need energy sources." "Oh,

that's right. So... why are you studying?"

"We need to increase our expertise in the main fields and successfully incorporate them into
society to increase our chances of survival."

"Yes, it is. Well, umm..... Oh! Why do you play your video games?"

“…”

Sang-woo felt as if he had stepped into a trap. Ji-hye widened her eyes and smiled as if she
had noticed his feelings. Sang-woo tried to reply nonchalantly, but broke out in a cold sweat.

"Uh...there are some beneficial aspects, such as stimulating the desire to win, animating life,
providing knowledge, and..."

"Those are effects. I asked for a purpose."

Caught in Ji-hye's web, Sang-woo agonized over whether there was a way out. The games
were an exceptional act in his life. Because it was the only thing he did without a purpose.

"Because it's fun,

right?" ".... Right."

"Then it doesn't really help human prosperity. It's a waste of time, so don't go any further."

Ji-hye smiled. Sang-woo felt like he knew without hearing what she was trying to say. Ji-hye
stopped and stomped on Sang-woo with a confident expression.
 "Love is similar to games. It's generally said that people do it because they like it. I don't
know."

“…”

Although he opened his mouth, he couldn't come up with any arguments to refute. Sang-woo
was speechless. Ji-hye destroyed his base with the hammer of logic, leaving him with no place
to stand.

Suddenly, in Sangwoo's mind, the days he spent with Jang Jae-young flashed by like a fast-
turn movie. She worked with him and had sex. However, Sang-woo realized that it would take
much longer to do so.

'It wasn't very informative at all.'

It was undeniable that he was spending his time inefficiently. Jaeyoung always hung around
her, and distracted her concentration with jokes and games. However, those times that he
thought were useless were etched in Sangwoo's memory, and generally stayed as positive
impressions. Sang-woo felt anguish and snapped out of his mind.

"Going back to the beginning, the proposition that X and Y are the same sex and don't date is
wrong. They already are. It's not like the black sheep are going to disappear just because
they're told they shouldn't exist."

'I lost'

Sang-woo bit his lips as if he had been shot to death. Not all people in liberal arts majors were
as unreasonable as her older sister. Ji-hye looked at Sang-woo's expression and sighed.

"You don't have to pay me right now. I have a class at one and I'm starving."

"Go and eat now."

"We only have 10 minutes left, so what could I eat?"

Ji-hye paused and met Sang-woo's eyes. He spoke in a very serious manner.

"Tell Mr. X to stop being such a fool and take care of his love. What the hell did he do to
make him have to go?"

"...He's not her lover."

"And please tell Mr. Y not to go away. He's so... funny. I bet 500 won he won't go anywhere."

"..."

"It's annoying. I'm going on a blind date after the exam."

Ji-hye looked into the distance with a gloomy look on her face like she was a movie star.
Then, he got up from his seat with a bag on his shoulder.

"Cheer up, Mr. Chu."

He smiled outside the classroom before Sang-woo could respond to anything. 'That's weird.'
Sang-woo sat motionless in the empty space for a long time.

He reflected on the discussions he had with Ji-hye several times, but had no choice but to
accept that his argument had been refuted. It was a life full of victories. The first place, 100
points.
 The discussion made him feel strange by logic. No, not just this time. Recently, he only had
memories of being defeated. Being beaten,

shaken, influenced, stripped, shaken, looted. But the strange feeling was not only because of
the defeat.

'It's not like the black sheep are going to disappear just because they're told they shouldn't
exist.'

Ji-hye's words stuck in her mind. As much as he emphasized that it was an emotion that
should not be felt, that it should not be, and that it was inappropriate, the errors that existed
could not be eliminated.

'Love blossoms on a physical basis.'

The talk caused ripples in Sangwoo's world, which had been gloomy for several days. As soon
as he admitted that his time with Jang Jae-young was an affair, like water that is still at 99°C
and boils at 100°C, Sang-woo suffered a desire to do everything with him.

Work, walk, exercise, play games, watch movies, sleep, take classes, take photos, shop for
clothes. Anything else you can imagine. The strange desire didn't stop there, but turned into a
longing to live and marry Jaeyoung, and have a child like him, and was violently infested by
many wishes. It was obvious that he was so sick that he coveted even a goal that he couldn't
achieve biologically. ** Oh my love =(

'Are you crazy, Chu Sang-woo?'

Sang-woo hit his head with his fist. The time he spent with Jang Jae-young was meaningless,
whether it was a relationship or not, yeah I could socialize with him or not. With less than a
month until July, I really was useless now.

'What do you want me to do?'

The narrative problem left by Jae-young was a dead end. 'What can you do for
There's nothing."
Sang-woo muttered inwardly and got up from his seat. Before he knew it, after lunch, the
students were coming to the next class.

He went to the raggedy restaurant and ate. He brought two spoons and a chopstick, and ate
only with a spoon, like in the army. He didn't separate the fish bones properly and swallowed
them in such a way that his throat hurt.

"Sangwoo sunbae, Sangwoo sunbae!"

On the way to the library, someone he called out, and soon he could hear footsteps, and the boy
walked beside him.

"Huck, huck, sunbae, I bought this for you."

The boy gave him a black liquid in a plastic cup. Sang-woo shook his hand. "I have a separate cup of
coffee."

"It has a high quality taste... so I'll buy you something else next time." "No thanks. Why
would you buy me a coffee?"
"Hey, I got a good grade thanks to you, and I'll give you this amount!"

Has the score of the mini project announced the day before yesterday already come out?
Sang-woo asked what the score was, and the student replied that the highest score was 19
points. Sang-woo bowed his head.

"That's weird. Where did you get a scoring rubric?" "...you got four points on
the presentation. I'm sorry."

He begged and apologized several times, but Sang-woo thought it didn't matter. He recently lost
interest in his grades.

"Oh, and people are going crazy over the PPT. You didn't make it yourself, did you? It's made by a
visual design student."

"As expected, ...I knew. There are many people who ask me to send them the form, can I send it?"

"No. It's mine. I'm the only one with access and licenses, so you might as well delete it permanently."

"I knew it was too good to be true."

They walked side by side to the library. It was a sunny day. It shifted a bit because it was
summer, but he sweated his back. It had been a long time since anyone walked by his side.
But that wasn't the person he wanted. There was a strong, vague longing.

"Aren't you at any coding clubs or academic conferences?" "Nope.

" Why?"

"Programming has so many open sources that there is much to study alone. No wonder web
experts are better than students."

"I was thinking of having a conference next semester, would it be better not to?"

"That's up to you."
"Come on, give me
some advice."
'Why are you so annoying?'

Sang-woo walked faster, frowning. It wasn't like that before, but nowadays dogs, cows, and
him were easy to deal with.

"There are a lot of people there. He must be in the drama department."

His feet stopped suddenly at his hobae's words, which he mumbled as he walked past. It was
as he said. There was a crowd of people he was pointing at.

"Get in line, get in in line!"

Someone yelled in a shaky voice. Students were setting up tables to sell tickets and the lines
were so long they were triple laced. The black poster on the wall was heavily studded with
pirate ships. Next to it was a list of cast members with a photo and Sang-woo ran to the front
when he saw the person in front of him
Francis, "The Notorious Pirate" - Jang Jae-young

Inside the square, which is the size of a photo of identification, Jae-young, dressed as a pirate,
had an arrogant look on her face. The hat was dyed, and her tongue was on the dagger.

"..."

Sang-woo had been looking at the photo for a while as if he was stuck on itthe ground, then
went to the end of the row and stood still. He felt like a fool doing that, but he had no choice.

The line slowly shrank. Sang-woo walked one step at a time, persevering through a crowd of
screeching monkeys. It was his turn to wait. When a student before Sangwoo bought six
tickets, the two students selling the tickets high-fived.

"Wow! It's exam period though. It only took 35 minutes..."Look, I'm glad I put
him in front."
"He's not the main character though. It's an exaggeration. Everyone wants to see it"

"Because in the order of appearance, it's right in the front. By the way, what should we do
next semester?"

They were chatting amongst themselves, though Sang-woo was standing right in front. Then one of
them saw Sang-woo.

"Sorry, tickets are sold out." "What?

"
"What? They sold out."

"They sold out in front

of me?" "Yes."
Considering the number of seats and the length of the waiting line, Sang-woo felt absurd after
calculating the probability that the tickets would sell out in front of him.

"Don't they sell online? Is there any other way to see it?”

“You can get in if you buy a refund ticket for the day.”

“I really want to see it...”

Although Sang-woo was standing in front of them, they began to arrange their seats. The
people in the back row went somewhere, muttering their laments, but Sang-woo remained
motionless.

"Is there any other way?"

"Sorry. It's a concert hall, we don't have seats available."

"Are you sure it isn't?"

"Yes".

"Think about it, really?"

"...you must be our fan. I'll give you a poster, at least."

 A theater staff member removed the poster from the wall, rolled it up, and handed it to Sang-
woo with a pitiful expression.

"You should have come early. It can get sold out quickly depending on the cast. I think it will get
better from next semester."

'I won't see him next semester, in this play.' Sang-

woo muttered as he took the banner away.

The way back home was very stressful. The weather was sunny, but his shoulders slumped as if it
had been rained on him and he had no strength as if he had been hit.

“I have to study...”

Sang-woo strapped his bike to the luggage rack and desperately pushed the glass door.
Advertisements were sticking out of the 402 mailbox. Sangwoo had a habit of checking his
mailbox every day, but he was too lazy to do it that day.

He unlocked the door and entered the dark and cold house. The always comfortable space felt
strange and made Sang-woo feel sad.

She sighed, carefully unrolling the poster she had brought beside her so as not to wrinkle. In the
photo, Jae-young was so beautiful that she turned off the other cast. However, she couldn't
understand why shetearing pain, not a good feeling.

He looked at the small rectangle, above, closely, touched it with his finger, and put the poster on
the wall. He turned on his cell phone camera and photographed it in case the poster was damaged.
screen changed as soon as he was about to film it or.

Jang Jae-young from the Visual Design Department is calling!

Sang-woo was so surprised that he almost dropped his cell phone. Once again clutching the
device in the palm of her hand, her eyes darted. They hadn't been in contact since being notified
by message that they would be proceeding remotely with the project. What's up, what's up, what's
up, what's Beven's story, is there an urgent matter, or is she in a dangerous situation?

The phone went dead the moment he decided to listen to the story. "Shit…"
The breath she was holding leaked past her lips. Nothing was really going his way these days. He
was wondering if he should call back, but got a notification on his phone screen.

Jang Jae-young, visual design sunbae: Please give me your resident registration number.

14:22

Sang-woo frowned at that message.

Why do you need that?

14:23

Jang Jae-young, visual design sunbae: to join a porn website. 14:23

Jang Jae-young, visual design sunbae: I'm kidding, it's about financing. Hurry up.
14:23

"Financing? What financing?"

They concluded early in production that they could handle the costs themselves and had never
discussed financing.

Jang Jae-young, visual design sunbae: I don't have all night. 14:24

It was also difficult to communicate with him anymore, so Sang-woo gave him his resident
registration number. Anyway, the notification will be set in case of being robbed, and I would
know immediately if Jae-young really joins the porn site. Sang-woo wanted to stop now, but Jae-
young kept bugging him.

Jang Jae-young, visual design sunbae: Do you have a license? Korean history test, grinding press
certificate, ***TOEIC**, etc.

14:26

Industry Articles, OCJP, Linux Master 14:27

Jang Jae-young, senior in visual design: No TOEIC? 14:27

X 14:28

Jang Jae-young, visual design sunbae: How come you don't have TOEIC? 14:28

'What the hell is really wrong with you?' Sang-woo wanted to throw away his cell phone.

Why should I take the TOEIC if I'm not yet to graduate? And why do you ask?

14:29

Jang Jae-young, visual design sunbae: I think there is a section for app store projection.

14:29

That can't be true. 14:30

Jang Jae-young, Sunbae of Visual Design: It's true. 14:30

Take a screenshot and send it to me. 14:30

Jang Jae-young, visual design sunbae: Don't doubt me. 14:31

Sang-woo thought Jang Jae-young was acting strange. He couldn't figure out why he wanted to
know the residence registration number and why he was curious about his license

Sang-woo sighed and replied, "Okay."

He waited three minutes, but no other messages came. Sang-woo immediately read the message
again without locking his cell phone. The hand naturally pushed the screen down, revealing the
previous message. I was reading the conversation between the two in reverse order of time.

Jae-yeong ㅅㅂ : Yesterday I received the energy of my dreams. Three weeks ago

Jae-yeong ㅅㅂ : I was naked.

Three weeks ago

"Perverted".

Free Ride 3 : American traveling salesman on the way five

weeks ago

"Lazy".

Free ride 3: Call me please.

Four months ago

Free Ride 3: Sir? You do not want to talk with me?

Four months ago.

Free Ride 3: You didn't answer. Did you lose your
finger?
Four months ago

Sang-woo read the first message and left his cell phone without power.

"You never put spaces between words, are your fingers broken?" *

*NOTE: As we already know, Jae-young writes without spacing. Above, in

the messages it is not expressed like this, but in the original text the words
are not separated.
A bitter smile spread around her mouth.

RETURN 0,
The day of the work had finally arrived. The week before the exam, it was time for the library to
be blown up, but the front of the cultural hall was full of students who came to see the regular
performance of the theater department. Sang-woo arrived two hours before the performance and
left a phone number for the theater staff to let them know if they had a refund ticket, but he was
wandering around because he didn't trust them.

There were 13 minutes left before the start of the show. Although some students asked if there
were any tickets left, no one made live" returns.
Sang-woo was clinging to unfounded beliefs. He looked at the line waiting for the entrance to see
if there were people who could change his mind, sent telepathic messages to people to make
returns, but to no avail.

Eight minutes into the performance, Sang-woo's heartbeat was not pleasant. Now the theater staff
checked the tickets of the people in line and started sending them to the concert hall.

Sang-woo thought that one of them might get a refund, but people only contacted the person next
to him and entered the cultural center.

Three minutes into the performance, Sang-woo hadn't given up yet. There is nothing he can't
achieve even if he tries hard because he seriously wanted to do it. This time, although he was
unable to buy the ticket in advance due to lack of information, it was clear that a miracle would
happen at the last minute.

'I miss you. I'll definitely see you.'

Sang-woo's gaze fell on the first cast photo and he looked back. I looked at it so often now that I
couldn't even draw it with my eyes closed, but I did look back at the brittle wig, the stubble on the
chin, the crooked pirate hat, the arrogant downward glances, and the slightly visible tongue.

Meanwhile, three minutes had passed. Everyone in line entered the concert hall, and the staff
cleaned their seats and began removing the posters from the wall. Sang-woo approached one of
them in incredible humor. The boy forced a smile when he saw Sang-woo.

"Hahaha." You haven't left yet. I'm sorry, but I don't have a refund ticket."

"You really don't have any?"

"No."

"You really don't have any?"

"No..."
"Do you
really?"
".. .yes."

The answer was the same, even if he asked several more times. Sang-woo stood there, blinking.
He knew in his head... He didn't prepare in advance, so he missed the chance to see it because he
couldn't deliver. with the time of ticket sales. But the mind didn't.

'Why can't I see you when you're right in there?'

The cultural center building, which was not even aware of its existence, seemed so big and tall.
Sang-woo had no way to get in there. He stayed in place until the theater staff went somewhere.
There was no All that was left was a dark night.

He walked to the library and rode a bicycle that was tied to the rack. The amount of sunlight
changes periodically, and Sang-wpen suddenly felt that he was afraid of the dark. He ran, tearing
at the darkness that instigated anxiety and raised goosebumps on her arms.

"I should have bought the ticket in advance."

"I should have bought a ticket."
"I should have asked people coming in to sell me a ticket five times, ten times the normal price."

There was terrible regret for what had already been done. He was too pathetic to bear himself for
letting go of her hand and then losing what he wanted.

Entering a familiar alley, he braked to slow down. His body was sweating, and his black T-shirt
clung to his back. He tied his bike to the parking rack and entered the building. Within a few
days, the billboard had been stretched and torn at the entrance.

"Fuck, don't put that here."

Sang-woo grabbed the poster he had been pushing recklessly and grabbed it roughly. Only after
doing so twice did he see envelopes with utility bills. Sang-woo immediately pulled them out and
went upstairs.

As soon as he entered the house, he turned the corner and tossed it in the recycling bin. Then he
checked the utility bills. He checked the gas, cell phone, and electric charges from the city and
returned them. The last envelope did not have an address, and it said "Chu Sang-woo" with a very
illegible letter in the lower right. The white envelopes and paper bills fell from Sang-woo's hands
onto the ground.

The heart detached from the skin. Sang-woo opened his eyes and looked inside with a very
careful touch of the envelope.

"Ah..."

Inside the envelope was a rectangular piece of paper with a black background and a polaroid
photo. The trembling hand turned the stiff ticket from side to side. It was a ticket for today's
performance, and it was also the front seat. Sang-woo's face was unfailingly distorted. There was
someone he didn't see in the Polaroid photo. Wearing a disguise, he was making eye contact with
Sang-woo with his signature confident expression. He wrote a short letter on the back.

I know you're busy because it's exam season, but come see me. It's only five minutes, so you can
look at me and then go.

Unlike the text messages, Sang-woo repeated several well-spaced writings. Then tears fell from
his eyes, and he hurriedly wiped them away with his sleeve in case the ink spread,

"It's too late, hyung."

But the tears continued to flow. He should have checked his mailbox earlier. Although he knew it
was useless to repent, his mind was filled with resentment towards the time when he couldn't go
back. He dressed as a pirate, performing on stage, wanted to see him, but he failed. He felt hurt
and resentful that his own carelessness was the cause.

Tears dripped from his eyes and ran down his nose. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop
crying. Sang-woo had no antibodies against his illnessI

"I'm an idiot who doesn't know anything."

The reason came back much later. Sang-woo blew his nose after washing his face and drank 500
ml of cold water in one go. His chest rose and fell with a heavy breath. There was unheard-of
venom in his eyes

, "But I know how to learn from failure."

The sum of the three angles does not change, even if the size of the triangle is increased. A small
problem that occurs in a small event is bound to emerge as a big problem in a big one. Sang-woo
learned his lesson from what happened today. This was not the time to let things like this go.
Seeing Jae-young dragging her feet because she didn't watch the play, she would probably cry
every day because she wanted to see it after she left.

To rule out emotions, he replaced all variables with alphabetic characters and coolly looked at the
incident from a third perspective.

Condition: X prefers a state with no physical distance from Y.

Problem: Significant physical distance between X and Y. Solution:

i) does not change the position of Y.

ii) the position of X fluctuates to the same value as Y.

iii) X adapts to the physical distance of Y.

There were only three ways to think. Sang-woo was a bit surprised to replace the alphabet with a
name again. Because there were two ways that Ji-hye mentioned.

The first solution was discarded the moment Jae-young's name was put on Y's study. Jang's study
abroad was not a variable but a constant. Sang-woo had no authority over the decision, nor did he
want to influence her. Sang-woo began to consider the second solution.

'It's easier said than done, where to study? Where to live? What about visas? What about living
expenses? What about the language? Furthermore, X also has a life plan. You can't decide, just
like that'

Walking hard in front of the computer like a soldier, he turned on the light and sat on the chair.
His hands got busy as soon as the desk appeared. Various search terms appeared and disappeared
in the web browser. US visa type, acquisition method, study abroad, Korea University website,
student exchange conditions, US living expenses, air tickets. Sang-woo sat motionless and took
possession of three pages of information on A4 documents for an hour.

Sang-woo wandered through options that weren't too critical. Life plan, now there was no time to
consider. Sang-woo planned to get married at 30, get a job at the company he wanted after he
graduated next year, and date on the premise of marriage. He had no plans to live abroad next
semester, but he was searching for information like a thirsty person. It was not what an ambitious
student did to be successful socially. It was what a fool in love did to survive.

"The only way is through student exchange."

Sangwoo looked down and checked the document that summarized the search results. However,
he couldn't even afford the student exchange. Among the programs offered by the school, only
two of them are from engineering colleges in the state where Jaeyoung's graduate school is
located, and the application period for the rest has ended. One of them met the scoring
requirements, but the TOEIC score had to be submitted within 3 days.

'I am doomed. '

The stress kicked in. There was no immediate way to stay in the US next month without a visa
problem, although the program may start in half a year. Sang-woo felt desperate and tried to
modify the second solution a bit.

The position of ii) X changes after six months to the same value as Y.

But is this really the solution? Apart from the argument, what would Jang think of the fact that
Sang-woo followed him across the sea half a year later?
'I haven't listened to his opinion.'

Whenever she talked about studying abroad, Jae-young would change the subject and never say
anything to her. So their feelings were only vaguely guessed at and they weren't sure.

Sang-woo hadn't cared about that until now. If there was something he wanted to do, he asked for
it and if there was no negotiation or persuasion because it was always a constant, not a variable.
The obstacles that haunt him, the talented designers, the devices that effectively release sexual
desire, and…

Sang-woo frowned.

'Why do you only think of yourself? You should ask my position.'

'It's not a competition. Don't forget to collaborate'

Have you ever asked about your life plan? What did he think when they saw each other, how did
he feel when they were together, why did he agree to be his partner, why did you want to sleep
with him, why did he smile when he saw him, why did he keep coming to his house?

I wasn't interested then. What you think, what you want to do, what you will do when you study
abroad, how you will live when you finish, and when you will get married. Now he is very
curious.

The variable "Jang Jae-young's mind" has complicated everything. Sang-woo was ready to devise
and implement the optimal solution, but was forced to hesitate due to variables he previously only
knew as constants.

Jang Jae-young, identified by Sang-woo, was a person who had less patience and was easily
violent. Fickle, incoherent, and thought of anything as a joke. Currently, he constantly expresses
his interest in Sang-woo and acts as if they have a love relationship, but what will happen in half a
year? Should I wait until then?

He seems to be tired of it. He didn't take dating seriously in the first place.

Yu-na said her average dating period was less than three months. Even if she convinced him to
start dating, the data predicted failure. If she follows him to America six months after arranging
their life plan and Jae-young changes, if she has a new lover, if she says she doesn't want to do
anything with Sang-woo, what should she do?

'It's very difficult, hyung. '

Sang-woo sat for a long time, wrapping his head. No matter how much he thought about it, he
couldn't easily adopt a second solution. It was a reasonable conclusion to throw away the data, the
situation and the life plan. All that was left was a third solution.

iii) X adapts to the sense of distance from Y. It

was the origin.
The four months spent with Jang Jae-young in a long life are just a point. A red dot out of the way
that cannot appear on a consistent graph. It may be remembered as the most exciting and happiest
moment of life, but life will not end just because he is not there. Sang-woo had to think about
how to live after Jae-young leaves.

There was no other way than to lower the demand in case the supply was completely cut off. To
become zero in the end, until the day comes when it is no longer needed. It will not be impossible
because people are not basic resources like air, water or food.
 After turning off his computer, Sang-woo took Jae-young's Polaroid photo and lay down on
his bed. The sadness was heavy and thick in her heart, but she had no energy to cry. He
glanced at the photo.

I lived thinking I was a black mamba in the jungle. No have nothing what temor. She could do
anything right and get what he wanted if she tried. What was difficult for most, was not
difficult for Sangwoo

"He said he was like a machine without emotions."

How ridiculed was he for being a robot vacuum cleaner? But not being carried away by
emotions was his greatest strength. Thanks to that, Sang-woo was able to focus on productive
work without doing anything useless like the others.

"No more".

He may have lived fearlessly as Superman before, but after meeting a kryptonite named Jang
Jae-young, Sang-woo lost his superpowers and became an ordinary person.

Sang-woo kissed the Polaroid photo after making eye contact with Jae-young for a while.

RETURN0,

The exam period flew by. In the distant future, when someone asked him when the worst
moment of his life was, Sang-woo could confidently reply, "It was last week." You have
never been so unprepared for an exam in your life.

Despite suffering from five days of high flu fever and final exams of the second year of high
school, he did not miss out on first place in the entire school for his usual skills. Even though
he couldn't study all day because he was attending his grandmother's funeral the day before
the exam, he naturally ranked first in the entire school. Even after graduating from college, he
was still getting A+ in all subjects except for his disgraceful A0* in "Intermediate Chinese"
class.

*NOTE: A0 is an outstanding grade. It's below A+, but still in the high
grade range. A+ equals 10 and A0 equals 9.7- 9.9
"This semester is a total disaster."

It's a relief that he only took five subjects to make it through the semester. Although the main
subjects with basic skills were generally able to solve problems due to their regular study,
"Intermediate Chinese" was unstable, and "Popular Cultural Theory" seemed to have been
ruined. After the exam, he could have used his wisdom to guess the answer, but Sang-woo
wasn't curious about the score.

Feeling lonely, he moved his legs to the restaurant. His heart was cold and dark, but the
reddish sun, rising high in the sky, shone brightly. Feeling like someone else, Sang-woo stood
still for a while, raising his face to the unlucky sun.

'I'll think about it just by looking at the sky, and then I'll go.'

The mouth crinkled with its own self-pity. The supply has been cut off long ago, but the
demand hasn't dropped a bit. Just yesterday, he permanently deleted the "Jang Jae-young
folder" so that it couldn't be recovered, but wasted time finding all the files back on his social
media.

Dropping out of school, he tried to find ways to overcome unrequited love and dismiss
lingering feelings on the Internet, but to no avail. Jang Jae-young couldn't leave her mind,
even if she ordered special food, slept for a long time, listened to music, or watched a movie.
'Can I get over it?'

The Internet said that time would solve everything, but there was no guarantee that other
people would have the same fever as Sang-woo. It was hard to believe that it was a growing
pain that everyone experienced. This pain could not be common.

While walking without thinking, he passed the student cafeteria and stayed there for a long
time. He saw a red signal about 10 meters away. Devices that reminded him of Jang Jae-
young were everywhere in the school. In "Technical Mathematics 2" class, the day he
scribbled with a marker on his nose came back, to his memory.

Sang-woo entered the store as if possessed by something. He sat down at the place where he
dined that day and ordered pizza. Everyone sitting in the pizzeria was with Jae-young, but
Sang-woo sat alone and ate a plate of salty and spicy red pepperoni pizza.

After paying the bill, he went to the store to buy coffee as usual. Past the snack section, the
ramen section, and the ice cream section, three beverage coolers appeared. "Blackholic" was
on the fifth end of the third refrigerator, but Sang-woo's eyes were on the second.

"..."

He stared at the red can for a while like it was a snowball fight, and then opened the
refrigerator and took it out. When he brought her to the counter, the store owner looked at
Sang-woo with strange eyes as if he had bought a drink that he couldn't buy.

He sipped around campus. Walking leisurely without thinking of looking at the clock, he
tossed the empty Coke can into the trash in front of the student union.

He went as far as he could and reached the front door. On the wide lawn in front of him,
several students rested like laundry. It wasn't as strange as when he first saw it. Sang-woo
looked at the scenery and slowly walked forward. Stepping onto the grass, he sat in the center.
He sat cross-legged, smelling the grass and watching the white butterflies fly around him. A
little further away, a girl was lying down with a book on her face.

Sang-woo unpacked his backpack and put it on the ground, feeling a bit embarrassed, lying on
his back. It was uncomfortable at first, but after a while it became surprisingly comfortable.
The humid early summer breeze blew gently. When he took off his black cap and placed it on
his stomach, his bangs fluttered in the wind.

Shortly after seeing the floating clouds in the blue sky, his eyes closed. It was such a
wonderful day, yet he felt depressed. Even so, it was such a pleasant day that not even the
sadness was felt too much. Sang-woo pointed out the feelings he felt for four months lying on
the grass like a gangster with nothing to do. Jang was 40 minutes late for the first meeting,
angering Sang-woo. With annoyance, bewilderment, sorrow, mistrust and hate, they began
their relationship

. Then when Jae-young pretended to be nice, bought food, drew pictures and helped with the
Chinese play, Sang-woo began to lose his heart little by little when he was still a child. a
"sunbae". At that time, she thought that the reason her heart was pounding was because she
was angry, and when she heard him whisper in the library, she thought that her body was
broken.

Maybe the relationship started when they produced the game together. Sang-woo's heart was
always pounding, his blood flow was fast, and he was a bit excited. The man's jokes increased
the frequency of laughter. Countless kisses, dates at the movies where Jae-young looked
particularly cool, sex that gave her a good feeling she had never felt before, a big warm hug,
 walks together, a basketball bet, and a car ride that it was more worth seeing than a night
view.

Jae-young was as colorful as the clothes he wore. He painted Sang-woo's world with turquoise
emotion, purple pleasure, deep blue sense of accomplishment, golden happiness, and red
passion. He also poured purple jealousy, pale yellow fears, gray anxiety, white anguish, and
black despair. Sang-woo was immersed in all his colors.

'Miss you'.

For more than 10 days, he sent another phrase that he thought of most frequently in his mind.
I knew it wouldn't work. The real world you live in doesn't work like magic in games.

"I miss you so much".

Still, Sang-woo shouted useless spells. Nothing would happen anyway, but when he thought
he was stupid, there was a shadow on his face. Sang-woo widened his eyes slightly irritated.

"I've been looking for you for a while."

And a miracle happened.

Jang Jae-young was looking at Sang-woo with his back to the vibrant bsol. Dressed in jeans and a
white T-shirt, his fingers curled into hooks and he dangled

a familiar red sweater over his eyes. Three piercings gleamed in her ear. He wore round
glasses with thin metal frames on the nose. Sang-woo blinked several times, wondering if it
was a dream, but the sight he saw remained the same.

"Ni-ha-oh."

"That pronunciation is still the same. What did you learn during the semester?"

Jae-young, who showed up after 12 days, seemed to have done nothing. Sang-woo looked up
at the sky, pretending nothing was wrong, but his heart was beating so hard that he was
worried that Jae-young might hear the beat outside. Sitting next to her, Jae-young said,

"Good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear
first?" "I don't want to hear any."
"The good news is that I'm
moving." "Oh yeah."

A long finger reached out and tapped Sang-woo's forehead lightly. "I couldn't
graduate because of you, so my contract fell through."

"Why is it my fault? It's because of you, sunbae, who didn't do anything and messed up your grades."

"Reminds me of the old days."

Jae-young's laugh sounded soft. He didn't even see the scene of the smile with his eyes, but
there was a chemical reaction in his body. Sang-woo closed his eyes.

"What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is... you'll have to help me with the move." "No, I think
 you see me as a fool, but I don't work for free. Bye."
"There's nothing to do since the exam is over. Help me. I'll treat you to lunch."

"No."

"I'll buy you a

drink." "No."

"I'll kiss
you."
“...”

Sang-woo opened his mouth, but was speechless. Turning to the side, Jae-young met eyes
with a cheeky expression. Sang-woo wanted to swear a few words, but his mouth gave a free
response.

"Give me an advance payment."

Jae-young smiled. The look was so wonderful that her heart pounded. As she looked at him,
Jae-young asked her to look back at him with a slight frown.

"Here? Are you

serious?" "Yes".
"I'll be graduating soon, so it doesn't matter, but it will be rumored that you've kissed a man."

"I do not mind."

"No thanks. I'll do a lot for you later."

"Do it now, don't pretend to be nice."

Jae-young shook her head back with a puzzled look. He rolled his eyes and at some point,
lowered his posture and moved closer. The sight was all red as the sweater hanging from their
shoulders unfurled and draped over their heads. Jae-young, covered in red, quickly walked over.
And before their lips met, she closed her eyes and turned her head slightly to the side.

Jae-young's tongue touched Sang-woo's lower lip. Then her lips were sucked into his mouth.
Sang-woo, forgetting how to breathe, stood still as a statue. She asked him to do it first, but
her heart was pounding, and she couldn't reason with it. Shortly after, the red curtain lifted
and the sunlight touched the eyelids again. The short kiss was hot and red. All that was left
was the scent of vanilla that wafted around her lips.

"Sometimes you are so bold."

Jae-young muttered, sitting on the ground. He turned his head, so Sang-woo couldn't see his
face, but his neck and ears were red.

"Come on, move."

Sang-woo muttered as he got up from his seat.

Although he was forced to help because he had been paid in advance, Sang-woo was not
 happy with the situation. He didn't meet Jae-young at all, and

he intended to get over his lingering feelings. While trying to run the meeting remotely and
stay home for the holidays, Jae-young broke his expectations and destroyed Sang-woo's plan.

In Jae-young's house, 10,000 boxes of cheap goods were scattered here and there, and the
main furniture such as TVs and desks were already gone. Sang-woo did everything quietly
like a hired worker. Jae-young didn't bother him and treated him like a hobae because he
really needed a hand. Sang-woo took out various clothes from the closet that looked like a
paint palette and packed them in the most efficient way, moved boxes to the car without a
word of complaint, and shredded them into a large volume bag.

It was six in the evening when they finished. Jae-young suggested ordering Jajangmyeon but
Sang-woo wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Okay, Im going."

"Where are you going? I need help moving the luggage to the new house." "It's
enough."

"I'll kiss you again."

Sang-woo shook his head with a sigh. "No, I'll

do it without paying."
A single kiss made him feel beside himself. If she kissed him again, he would lose control and
say something strange to her.

Jae-young called the Chinese restaurant and ordered two kinds of sweet and sour pork and
jajangmyeon. They were each in a different room until the food arrived. Sang-woo was
constantly moving around, pretending to tidy up the room, but actually doing nothing. I didn't
know what Jae-young was doing.

The delivery man arrived and the two met again in the living room. He put newspapers on the
floor, opened the vinyl and began to eat the food from the bowl. After a long and silent meal,
Sang-woo asked.

"Where are you moving to?"

"You haven't asked me until now."

"Where are you going?"

"Near the school."

"Why?"

"Because
I want
to."
"Yes."
Sang-woo started eating again. At the end of the newspaper, he put the noodles mixed with
 black sauce into his mouth and chewed it in. In a month, he was going to study abroad so he
wanted to ask why he was moving to a new house, but he didn't ask. Then Jae-young called
his name.

"Sa
ng
wo
o".
"W
hat?
"

Sang-woo responded by shooting at the bowl of jajangmyeon. A hand with a napkin was soon seen.

"You have black bean sauce on your lips.

" I'll take care of it when I'm done eating, so don't intrude." "You're too nervous to
eat."

Sang-woo, who raised his head, made eye contact with the smiling Jae-young. Anger suddenly
flared. struggling in the rubble with his daily life destroyed, and he's annoyed that he's always too
relaxed. The chopsticks broke in the bowl.

"What a temper! If you're so lazy, I can do it for you."

Jae-young reached out without warning and cupped the back of Sang-woo's head. In an instant
his face came up to his eyes.

"What...?"

Jae-young He didn't answer. His eyes flickered and his long eyelashes moved slowly. Jae-
young was too close. He lowered his eyes and looked at Sang-woo's lips, and wiped away the
seasoning with his tongue, not with the napkin in his hand.

"..."

Sang-woo was so shocked that he couldn't face anything. When Jae-young licked around his
lips raising his tongue, and when he sucked the entire lip into his mouth, his eyes widened.
and hardened. When he casually returned to his seat and picked up his chopsticks, his heart
pounded as if it were going to explode. The excitement that accompanied the excitement soon
turned into anger and sadness. Sang-woo felt like crying.

"Hey, Don't do this shit anymore."

With a scowl on her face, she said in the most determined manner. to Jae-young time to
answer.

"I promised to help you, so I'll move your luggage to your new house. Then I'll go back to my
house."

"Of course."

"After that, don't call and don't come."

 What was said seriously did not seem to be taken very seriously. Jang Jae-young put a piece
of sweet and sour pork in her mouth with a look that was insignificant. Sang-woo completely
lost his appetite and left him alone and entered the room.

They finished cleaning the house around seven and got into the elevator. They had already
filled the trunk of the car with boxes and luggage and two shopping bags with junk in the
back seat, while Sang-woo climbed into the passenger seat. The car started when he put on his
seat belt and waited.

"Give me your home address...so I can take a picture" "You've been

there many times, so you don't have to film it." "It's fine".

Sang-woo closed his mouth and looked out the window in a wistful mood. It was hard to believe
that the cause of the depression was at hand, but nothing could be done.

'I'm an idiot who can't do anything.'

He did everything he could to try to resolve this issue. His mother said that failure can be a
good experience, but Sang-woo always lived his life to the fullest because he didn't want to
fail. Jang Jae-young was the only blemish on Sang-woo. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't
get over it, I couldn't figure it out, no matter how hard I tried, and I couldn't catch it. Sang-
woo was learning to fail for the first time in his life.

As he sat quietly, the unfamiliar street scene flashed past the window. Then he saw the school,
and from then on, the path became familiar. He used to ride his bike to school. Somehow, he
had a bad feeling. Sang-woo looked out the window for a while, but the car didn't turn off the
road he knew.

"What's your new address?"

"Eunmyeong-ro 17-gil."

"It must be close to my

house." "Yes…something
like that." 'Got damn'.
Sang-woo said to himself. It was obvious that if Jaeyoung lived nearby, she would be upset
every time she went out. She couldn't go to the store without running into him. Sang-woo was
dissatisfied, nothing could be done. He was no one to interfere with someone else's move.
Meanwhile, Jang did not go out of the way that Sangwoo knew well and made him anxious.
When he turned on his right turn signal while running down the main road, he turned his head
to see Jaeyoung. However, I couldn't find any clue in his expressionless face. Finally, the car
turned into a narrow alley. Sang-woo blinked in absurd humor, looking at Jae-young and the
studio building alternately.

"Is it right
here?"
"Uh..."

"What number?"

"No. 402."
"What does this mean, idiot?"

Sang-woo yelled as soon as he understood the situation. He would try to forget him, and after
he left, he would find a way to live without him, but Jang Jae-young was doing what he
wanted without thinking. Emotions exploded, bursting into anger and pain, holding back to
pretend they were resolved. Sang-woo faced Jae-young with a distorted face.

"Why are you doing all this?"

"Because I have nowhere to go. Please let me sleep over." "You know a lot of
people, don't lie!"
"None of them want me to live with them."

"How silly. Don't be a bother and get a hotel!" "Sangwoo."

"Don't. Don't call me so cutely, don't pretend to be nice, don't laugh, don't do anything!"

Although he clenched his fist and shouted, Jae-young remained calm and listened. Always the
opposite, the anger management disorder must have spreadI

know what you mean, but wait until tomorrow. I'll tell you everything then."

"You know what I mean? What do you know? You don't even know how I've been holding up
these days. You walk in and shake people's hearts. This will ruin my life again! No, it's
already ruined!-

woo was angry with his heart pounding in his neck, and a smile spread across Jae-young's
mouth. As if the situation was funny. Sang-woo was furious.

"Hey, Jang Jae-young ."

"I don't think he's a sadist, but a maso..." (masochist)

"Just stay here. I'll go."

Opening the car door as if it was going to break, she got out and slammed it shut. Pressing the
ground, she went through the glass door and up the stairs. As she unlocked the door, Jae-
young followed behind him. Without realizing it, Sang-woo entered the house, took off his
shoes and took the suitcase from the corner of the house and put it on the floor.

"Sang-woo.

" "I told you not toYou will call me that."

"Don't get angry without first listening to me. Let's not complicate things."

Sang-woo ignored his words and put the clothes in the bag as soon as he picked them up. She
took her underwear out of the drawer and took a toothbrush and toothpaste from the bathroom
and threw it on her clothes. There was still a lot of packing to do, but he locked his bag. He
wanted to take his most important computer, but decided to leave it.

Turning around, Jae-young blocked the door. Sang-woo tightly gripped the handle and glared
at him. Jae-young was neither angry nor happy. He just stood there with a deadpan expression
on his face. Sang-woo's chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Back off". He said through clenched teeth.

"No".
"I said move."

"The deadline is over. I can't wait any longer." "What does that
mean?"

"I was just waiting until your last exam because I was afraid you'd mess up your grades. I'm
not going to wait another day now."

"I'm ready to use violence. Get out of my way if you don't want bruises on your pretty face."

"Oh really?"

Sang-woo dragged his bag forward, but Jae-young just looked at him without making any
defensive effort. He was putting his hands in his pockets. It was not the attitude of a man to
fight anywhere. Jae-young took off her glasses and put them on the shoe rack.

"It'll be fine. Hit me. Let's talk later."

The horse seemed to think that Sang-woo couldn't hit it. His confident reaction made good
fuel for the anger. Sang-woo lowered his suitcase and clenched his fist, but then he stood still,
helpless. The fist ready to hurt the opponent was as heavy as a rock and difficult to lift.

'There's no way I can do it.'

Sang-woo felt frustrated and helpless as he gave up the option of violence. There was no
stopping Jae-young, though she was going her own way and threatening her last remaining
composure.

"Close
your
eyes".
"Why?"
"Just do
it."
Jae-young looked suspicious, but he did as he was told. Sang-woo thought it was the last time
and glanced at it. A lingering gaze swept the handsome man from head to toe. I loved him
more than anything in the world. But he couldn't own her, he knew that.

'I'm going to miss you so much,'

Sang-woo muttered inside, and quickly unlocked the door, nimbly past Jae-young. As Jae-
young looked back, he went out and closed the door. Once the lock on the door was closed, he
madly ran up the stairs hoping Jang couldn't catch up with him.

Sang-woo was already on the second floor when he heard the door open again. Jae-young
yelled for him to stop. Sang-woo ran out of the building, hearing the pounding of footsteps.
Immediately, he ran at full speed towards the main road.

"Hey, you're crazy. Chu Sang-woo!"

Without looking back, he opened the door of a taxi that had been parked on the side of the
road and climbed into the passenger seat. Jae-young ran from the end of the alley. His figure
quickly approached.
"Lock the doors, please."

All four car doors clicked shut on Sang-woo's command. A little late, Jae-young pulled the
handle and hit the window with her palm, but it was useless. Sang-woo turned his head and
didn't see him.

"Get down right now"

The screams from the window felt distant.

"Where are you going? Just tell me where you
are going."

Ignoring him increased the intensity of the screams. Jae-young banged on the door and yelled.
"Where are you going, Sang-woo?"

The taxi driver looked a bit uncomfortable. Sang-woo sighed and said, "I
really don't know where to go."

"What?"

"I mean no matter the destination. Please, let's go for now." "Okay."

After the car slowly started, Sang-woo looked out the window for one last look at Jae-young. But
he couldn't see At the man who was making a racket out the window. Sang-woo wondered, but
his thoughts were scattered in the taxi driver's voice.

“So, we'll drive around for half an hour and come back this way?” another place.
Let me think about it for a few minutes."

Sangwoo said crossing his arms. Where should he go, what should he do with the luggage he left
at home, what should he do with the data he couldn't back up on his computer, how would he go
to class? troublesome work and saw a station wagon in the rearview mirror. It was a white
hatchback with a red roof covering. Sang-woo turned around and looked closely, thinking he had
misunderstood, but even his vehicle number matched.

"That crazy bastard!

He wants to live a little longer by his side, but he preferred to walk away before spoiling it, he
just couldn't stand it. The present is important. His wish comes first. He must do whatever he
wants. Sang-woo squeezed his teeth.

"That car number 7285, please let's get it out of our sight."

The taxi driver laughed as he jerked his thumb behind him.

"You've seen too many movies, haven't you, student?" "No."

Sang-woo waited to run faster, but the taxi stopped had and stood still in front of the crosswalk.
The 7285 skidded to the left of the cab and stopped, then the window rolled down. Jae-young
made a loud noise that was hard to understand, but Sang-woo and the taxi driver turned a blind
eye.
 "Please take the highway so the car doesn't follow us." "I was
planning to retire in half an hour."
"I'll pay you
double."
"Okay, let's
go."

The taxi driver's eyes sparkled with excitement. Sang-woo put on his seat belt and leaned his back
on the seat. Until then, I did not know that this chase would last for two hours.

RETURN0,

The taxi driver stopped at traffic lights and kept to the speed limit, deserving praise for his
law-abiding spirit and not responding to his client's requests. Sang-woo twice asked him to
drive faster, but the taxi only slowly ran side by side, much less ostracized Jae-young's car.

They did not know who would win in this chase; that had displaced them from Seoul to
Donghae. The red-top van ran after the taxi for two hours straight. And the stubborn driver
would occasionally open the window and wave his hands carelessly, making Sang-woo's
stomach churn.

"Student, don't fight with your friends and make up now. I'll drop you off at the beach, so you
can fix the problem."

"He is not my friend."

After more than two hours, the taxi driver persuaded Sang-woo to leave him. "Enough
is enough. I think he will come for me even if I go to the end of the world."
The comment was hard to deny. Even in Sang-woo's eyes, Jae-young was unlikely to give up
just because he moved further away. I knew it, but I was stubborn. She didn't want to face
him, she didn't want to talk face to face.

The taxi driver looked at Sang-woo with a look of anticipation.

"So we'll stop here?"

"...agree."

Sang-woo concluded that it was useless to go any further. The taxi fare skyrocketed when the
driver pressed the "double" button. Sang-woo pretended not to see the unreal amount and paid
with a credit card. When he got out of the car, the taxi went flying. Then Sang-woo stood on
the first step and looked at the strange landscape, facing the wind.

Beyond the gray breakwater, there was a white sand beach where night fell. The black waves
hit her and repeated their retreat. The dark sky was full of stars that were not seen in Seoul.
There weren't any convenience stores around, and there were only a few gas stations that had
been shut down and a few old looking inns.

Behind him came the sound of the car door opening and footsteps approaching. Now there
 was nowhere to run, so he stood in despair as Jae-young walked past Sang-woo. He went
down the stone steps, naturally with his hands in his pants pockets, as if he had come to play.

Jae-young calmly walked along the sand, where seaweed was scattered. He went as far as the
waves, then withdrew, picked up stones from the ground and threw them far into the sea, and
stood still, his head turned to heaven.

Sang-woo froze and looked at him. In the dark, without a lantern, a pale starlight illuminated
Sang-woo's favorite person in the world.

Jae-young was playing on the beach and then sat on the sand at one point. Soon a red flame
ignited and moved to the tip of a cigarette between his fingers. A strong wind blew. A red
shirt fluttered on Jae-young's robe and passed through the black shirt, which was also pushed
by Sang-woo. Sang-woo sneezed twice, feeling cold.

Then when he got up again, he was looking at Jae-young. It was so dark that I couldn't see his
face very well. The desire to see Jae-young and to capture her features in his eyes moved
Sang-woo's legs.

As she walked down the hard stairs, her slippers sank into the dry sand. One step at a time
closer to the red back. Looking at his bent back, he wanted to hug him from behind, but Sang-
woo sat down a meter away from him. He was looking at the bright light of the horizon with
his legs on the desk, and something hit his knee. It was Jae-young's jacket.

"Put it on."

Now dressed in a white T-shirt, blowing cigarette smoke into the sky. Sang-woo threw the red
jacket at him, but he returned it in less than five seconds. After three times, Jae-young
muttered gravely.

"You want me to put it on for

you, don't you?" "No".

Sang-woo gently tucked his arm into his sleeve before getting into a fight. Jae-young looked at
him and said,

"Red looks good too."

Sang-woo didn't reply.

Soon the sound of liquid hitting solids and the sound of ships' alarms from afar replaced the
silence. Sang-woo felt lonely. Jang Jae-young was sitting next to him but it was strange as if he
had already gone far away.

Being close The waves, the sea and the darkness that disturbed the surroundings, were all feared.

"Good. I wanted to travel with you, but now I have this opportunity."

Even in the same situation they thought differently. All the factors that stimulated Sang-woo's
anxiety seemed beautiful and romantic to Jae-young. Sang-woo gave a little laugh, thinking
that the optimistic way of thinking was like him. When he looked forward again, the scenery
was a bit different.

A playful wave that approaches and then recedes again, a sea so deep that you cannot tell
what is in it, a mysterious darkness that interrupts the outline. Sang-woo was surrounded by
Jang Jae-young.
 His heart was pounding and he was reminded of the fact. Excitement and anxiety, happiness
and despair, joy and sadness. Incompatible emotions mixed in his

mind. Sang-woo hadn't known before how human emotions could be so complex.

"Give me a cigarette".

It was Sang-woo who thought that people's dependence on cigarettes and alcohol was a sign
of weakness. Now he could see why it was necessary.

"It's not good for you."

It was natural for them to laugh at the answer. He smokes every day, but the answer was
ironic.

"Give it to me".

Jae-young took out a cigarette from her pocket and put it on the fire with her mouth.
Confirming that the flame had spread, he passed it to Sang-woo. Sang-woo took the cigarette,
looked at it for a while, and awkwardly asked.

He inhaled carefully, but there was no effect. Smoke was coming out of his mouth, but it was
hard to understand why people were addicted to it. Jae-young looked at Sang-woo's face and
advised him.

"You have to take a deep breath."

Sang-woo took a deep breath through his nose as he said and frowned due to the feeling that
something sharp had caught on it. After that, he kept coughing and it was hard to come to his
senses. I could hear Jae-young smiling softly. After a tearful cough, Sang-woo stared at the
reduced cigarette meanwhile.

"I'm a mess. I'm not doing anything right." "That's

funny to hear."

Sang-woo didn't reply. He reached for the wastebasket with the intention of throwing away his
cigarette. When Sang-woo tried to get up, Jae-young held out his hand.

"Give it to me. I'll throw it away."

Just looking at the big palm, he added.

"I have a hobby of collecting cigarette butts." "It's a lie

every time you open your mouth."

The hand reached out and grabbed the cigarette that Sang-woo was holding. Jae-young stared at
Sang-woo and held his cigarette between his lips. And he smiled with his eyes.

"Indirect kiss, I'm flattered."

Sang-woo forgot his gloomy mood and laughed at the unpleasant words. There was a long
silence as Jae-young pulled her cigarette out of the sand.

Sang-woo wrote various words in his head and erased them. He had a lot to say to Jae-young,
but he didn't want to blurt it out indiscriminately. As I sat in such a contradictory mood, the
ship's horn sounded three times and the waves beat twenty-five times. He spoke quietly as a
 gray cloud covered the moon, further darkening the world.

"My hyung is weird, capricious, unaware of time, irrational, and sometimes terrifyingly
angry."

"..."

"I know all that, but I still like it."

After exhaling, his mind surprisingly relaxed. Jae-young didn't say anything. They were still
looking out to sea and he showed no response. Sang-woo looked at the waves with wide eyes.
It will throw out everything you want to say and clear your mind. If you talk about the
situation in detail, Jae-young will understand. He had courage when he made up his mind.

"You and I are different. What you like, I don't like at all, but… now I don't hate it. It's never
been like that before."

When he thinks about the future, he feels desperate. But Sang-woo wasn't in a bad mood
because he was now sitting next to Jae-young. The pounding heart, hot skin, and sweaty
palms were all symptoms of an action.

"At first I thought it was a

mistake." "... what?"

"I hated him so much…but not now…and I don't hate that part of me…the part that he likes you."

Strangely, Sang-woo thought that it didn't matter that he was wasting his time because he
liked a man, or that Jae Young was about to leave. Just because it says there isn't a black
sheep doesn't mean it's gone. Sang-woo's heart was pounding with intense emotion.

He hadn't understood how he felt for a long time. He tried to deny it when he knew it existed,
but now he knows his true identity. Sang-woo had grown so big that he didn't turn away or
hate the lovely monster that controlled him.

"It's so hard. But it's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault. I like you. It's not a bad thing."

His voice trembled and he left. He met Jae-young and felt 100 emotions. She was neither
stable nor efficient at all, and there was always a shadow of sadness and pain behind her.
However, at that time, Sang-woo did not regret it. The joy was so great that it was so bright
that his judgment was blinded, that the heart was filled with ecstasy, that he was worthless.

"Is love always like this?"

Jae-young, who was sitting motionless, raised her fist and covered her mouth. The tail of his
eyes was bent. Sang-woo sighed and asked.

"You're making fun?"

"No. I'm just excited. It reminds me of the acrostic poem you did." "I don't
remember such a thing"
"Jang...I wish.......it would go away forever. I can't believe I forgot about

this masterpiece."

Jae-young recited it solemnly and beautifully with a gesture as if it was a grand speech. Sang-
woo had no choice but to laugh. It felt like a serious confession was washed away by the
 waves, but now it's okay.

"You gave me a low score then. How about this time?" "Um
"
Jae-young put his finger on Sang-woo's chin and frowned like he was dying. The last stop of the gaze
was Sang-woo's face.

"10 out of 10 in the emotional authenticity category."

Looking at her playful face, he felt like he was walking back in time on his way to the library.
Feeling a mixture of nostalgia, sadness, and laughter, Sang-woo waited for the next article.

"10 out of 10 in the attraction

category." "Why are you so
generous?"
"Cute, handsome, charming, and sexy.... Ten out of ten in all."

".... what are you saying?"

"Total score of 50 million."

"Why? What's more novel than that?"

"Well… let's skip that. For a poet's son, the expression is a bit…"

"You're so mean."

Jae-young laughed, saying, "It's a joke."

He may have resented him for delivering his honest confession, but it was strange to feel so
charming. Sang-woo suddenly reached out his hand, feeling a strong longing.

"Come here".

Jae-young knelt down as if she had been waiting. Sang-woo's hand, which was floating in the
air, fell on his hair that had already been blown away by the wind. He grabbed her dark hair
and gently tugged at the back of her head.

Jae-young's eyelids fluttered slowly. A deep eye like an abyss that sucked in light darkened
and revealed itself. The serious face in the dark was as hard to tell what he was thinking as
ever, but Sang-woo could be sure of one thing. The emotions that cannot be hidden in those
eyes are the same as the ones that are felt. There was always a look in those eyes that seemed
to be that of a cute toy, but he knew it too late.

Jae-young's eyes slowly closed as soon as the tips of their noses met. Big warm hands ran up
Sang-woo's back and slowly put his face around his neck. The cap was pushed back. The two
lips parted at the same time with a small sharp bang. There was no playful or light corner to
the hugging and sucking kisses. It was just rushed and hot.

'Maybe this will be the last one'

Accepting a tongue thrust into his mouth, Sang-woo muttered inwardly. What's the point of
kissing now? He knew that no matter how hard he hugged him from behind, no matter how
hard he twisted his tongue, he couldn't hug him.

However, Jae-young told her that even the light that shines and disappears in a moment is
 valuable if it is beautiful. A feeling of ecstasy, a glorious present, a moment that will never be
repeated.

'It's okay if it's the last time.'

Sang-woo passionately pounced on Jae-young with his eyes tightly closed. The more he felt
hurt, the hotter his kiss.

She wanted to get closer, so she pulled herself together, and before she knew it, she was on
his lap. Jae-young completely wrapped Sang-woo in her arms and stuck her tongue into his
mouth. Breathless. Saliva mixed and trickled down her lips to her chin. Sang-woo kept his
senses aloft, recording the sound of Jae-young's breathing in his ears and recalling the
temperature of her body on his skin.

The sorrow that unexpectedly attacked him quickly gathered around his eyes. A tear that came
down from her cheek soon flowed to her lips, and because of it, Jae-young stiffened her body.
Sang-woo didn't want to see his expression, so he grabbed and pulled his shirt, but Jae-young
pushed Sang-woo's chest away with a straight face.

A nervous and trembling finger touched the eyelids. Jae-young carefully wiped Sang-woo's
eyes with his thumb. It may have been an act to reassure me, but it backfired.

"Crying
again." "I'm
not crying."

Sang-woo got off his lap and quickly covered his face with his sleeve, but the bursting of tears
was not easily stopped.

"Today is not a sad

day." "I'm not
crying."

Instead of calming down with every word he said, the feelings of sadness grew more intense. The
quiet cry had turned into a weak sob.

"How can I stop it? Should I cry with you?"

With a hand on Sang-woo's cheek, Jae-young tapped her cell phone several times with a
helpless look.

"I will return."

When he talked to himself and hugged himself, his sorrow exploded. As Sang-woo cried, Jae-
young didn't say a word. The hand that hadn't left the right cheek was burning, and the wide
arms wrapped around Sang-woo. The waves crashed as Jae-young's right shoulder got wet.
Sang-woo hid himself upon hearing it and cried harder without feeling the shame.

At first, Sang-woo's arms, which were tight, were already lightly placed on his shoulders. The
wet right hand touched Sang-woo's cheek and slowly swept his thumb over his eyelids,
eyebrows, and nose.

'It's hot'
 His fingers, his palms, his arms, his flesh; they were warm wherever they touched. Sang-woo
felt that the tears on his cheeks, the sweat that clung to his clothes on his arms, and the blood
that flowed through his body were boiling hot. When he got carried away by the sad heat and
lost the strength of his eyelids, everything became comfortable. Like the waves that swept
across the sandy beach, what he was haunted by became distant.

"Were you that sad?"

A long time later, Jae-young asked. His fingers dug into the back of his head, playing with his
sweaty hair. It was a nice touch like the summer wind. Sang-woo answered with his full
weight on Jae-young's shoulder. Jae-young

“It's all right

now.” “Has 'the
reason' come
back?”

“It's been a long time since (the reason) disappeared. If I was right in the first place, I wouldn't have
liked someone like you."

"That makes sense. I should never come back."

Jae-young released his hug and lifted Sang-woo's chin to look at him. He wiped the water
from his cheekbones with his thumb and made eye contact.

I think you're finally ready for us to talk."

"hoarse voice whispered softly. Sang-woo nodded, not knowing what he was trying to say. Jae-young
said from a close distance.

"The task I gave you earlier, have you thought of an answer?"

Again. He thoughtand again, but Sang-woo wasn't sure he was getting the right answer,

“It's so hard I don't know.”

“You came all this way and don't know? I don't know if you're a genius or a fool."
"You are a fool."

"I see."

Sang-woo sighed. He didn't want to deny it, but thought he should tell her why he couldn't complete
the task. Sang-woo opened his mouth, looking into Jae-young's eyes.

"It's not a problem for you to leave. I can be patient for a year or two. This feeling can't
happen to anyone else."

Sang-woo took a breath and continued his words.

"But you're not going to be there. I'm not going to have the courage to see you because you'll
be getting more famous, better, your cell phone number will change, and you'll have a
girlfriend. I'm not used to it and I'm not the one to tell you that you can't do that" .

After hearing the story, Jae-young just laughed like it was funny. He stared into Sang-woo's
 eyes and kissed his forehead. It was Sang-woo's favorite behavior. The moment her soft lips
left my forehead, she felt sad. After a while, Jae-young opened her mouth.

"Do you know the story? A man who loves trees so much that he has become a tree."

"I've never heard of it before."

"I guess not, because I just made it up." "... what?"

"I was wondering if you've turned into a bulldozer after all that shoveling?"

It was hard to understand the flow of the conversation. Sang-woo frowned slightly and waited
for the next comment.

"Isn't it time you stopped shoveling?"

Although he confessed his love from the heart, he dismissed it as "shoveling". Jae-young didn't take
anything seriously. He knows, but he thought it was too much.

"So, it's true that it's cute, but it's tedious." "What
does that mean?"

“Everything happened in such a normal way. Look, first we kissed the day you came to develop
the game, then we talked the next day and started dating. On the first date that weekend, we
shared a bed and started spending time together. How much more time do we have to…?"

Jae-young stopped talking, rolled his eyes, smiled, and looked back at Sang-woo.

"I wouldn't say it was a waste. Everything was fine, everything was perfect. How many more dates
and sexual contacts do you need anyway?"

"I see. I have done very little in a limited time. I regret it."

"It's time to move on, what are you worried about?"

Sang-woo frowned. They had less than a month left, and Jae-young was telling a strange
story. His hand sank into the top from his head the moment he opened his mouth to refute.
Jae-young said, pressing Sang-woo's head.

"The answer to the assignment I left you is 'Stay by my side.'" "..."

"ItPretty easy, don't you know?"

Sang-woo opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. It's easy. It's not easy at all for him. It was
something that could never be said considering the feasibility, justification, and benefits.

Jae-young He stared into Sang-woo's eyes, "Tell me

now. I've been waiting for that."

"...I
can't."
"Quickly.
"
"No."

"Your stubbornness. I thought it was much softer, but it's still the same."

The hand, which was holding his head, went down to his temple and pinched his cheek. Jae-
young took his hand away from Sang-woo's face and pulled it out again. his cell phone from
his pocket. Then he mumbled, "It's been a while since I sent an e-mail, but they didn't reply to
me," and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Uh...here
it is."
"What?"

Jae "Young looked through the screen without replying. Sang-woo looked at it curiously and it
was an English email. He could intuitively feel that it was related to his study abroad. As he
scrolled down, Jae-young, who quickly read the story, spat out curses.

"Damn TOEIC."

Sang-woo took the cell phone from his hand and read the line.

'We apologize and decline your request. We understand that the

candidate is a good student, but unfortunately he cannot study with us
unless your language skills are proven You need proof of

English proficiency language in your school. Please understand that it's

hard for us to be flexible with the requirements...'
Sang-woo, who was reading the sentence carefully, suddenly understood the meaning of the
mail. As he scrolled down, the original text sent by Jaeyoung appeared. It was a long email
asking for information about exchange students, and Sangwoo's development portfolio,
enrollment certificate in English, and credits were attached.

The destination of the email was a foreign university that Sangwoo also knew of. The State
University of Engineering with the Jaeyoung Graduate School. They were looking for the
same thing while they were not in contact with each other. It was proof that Jaeyoung had
been thinking and trying to be with Sangwoo. Although the result was a failure, Sang-woo's
heart pounded as if he had been given permission never to part with him.

Jae-young, who was fiddling with her chin and looking at the ground, raised her head. There
was no disappointment or expectation in the eyes he met again. He muttered with a serious
look on his face.

"Okay that's cool."

He then walked over to Sang-woo and sat down across from him. Jae-young stole her cell
phone, put it in her pocket, and met Sang-woo's eyes with a serious face. Sang-woo opened
his mouth first.

"I have something to say".

"No. You talked a lot. It's my turn."

Jae-young refused in one blow and put both hands on Sang-woo's shoulder.

"The mail you saw, is from the local State Engineering University who was going to study
 abroad. At my school, I repeatedly contacted them saying that it is impossible to apply for an
exchange student without the TOEIC score. When this happened, I wanted to somehow
convince them to leave together in July, but it got complicated"

Sang-woo, who was listening with a pounding heart, frowned at one point. There was a part
that I couldn't swallow.

"To graduate abroad... won't you go?"

The voice broke. Jae-young linked his fingers together and pulled Sang-woo's neck towards
him. His hair touched Sang-woo's forehead.

"Your exam period was two weeks, and it was a test for me. I tried to distance myself, but I
couldn't. You don't know how many times I've been in front of your house,

do you?"
"You did
that?"

"11 times. And… I put on a hood and sneaked in to listen to your classes 3 times."

"Don't make me laugh. There's no way I didn't recognize you."

"I don't know. I listened to Professor Pororo twice and I was sitting behind you on the day of
the algorithm presentation. I went to hear your voice and got upset when another guy
announced the speech."

It was the most absurd story Jae-young has ever told. Sang-woo looked closely into his eyes,
wondering if it was a joke, but Jae-young had a straight face.

"That's not the problem..... Aren't you going to study abroad? Why?"

"I can not leave you."

"What do you mean? Don't do that."

As Sang-woo shook his head and tried to back away, Jae-young grabbed him tightly in both
arms.

"You, what if a lunatic follows you and bullies you next semester? What if you help someone
with their luggage and they fall in love with you? What if you bump into someone and they
fall in love with you? What if you if another person finds out that you exist and comes to like
you?"

"Do you think that makes sense? Why are you so irrational?"

"That's how I am. And it got a lot worse after meeting you, so take responsibility."

"Hyung, let's calm down for a second and..."

"I can't calm down. The time difference is 14 hours. It will be time for you to sleep when I
wake up in the morning. You won't be able to get up until seven in the morning. There's no
way for you to contact me to study after class. I want to know if you're doing well, what's up,
who isn't talking to you."

"Video call... you know."

"What kind of video call would I get when you don't even answer the phone? You'll get sick
 of seeing me, and then you'll blow up at some point, and you'll get sick of me if

I make a fuss. I'll bother you in studies, you'll think it's a waste of time, you're going to block
my number..."

"...that can't be true."

Jae-young, who had been talking hot for a while, stopped speaking. She kept her mouth shut
for a moment and raised her head. Then he swept his face with the palm of his hand, then
made eye contact again,

"I'll tell you for sure. I'm giving up studying abroad because of you." "That's not..."

"Don't cut me off and listen to me until the end. Then say yes."

Sang-woo closed his mouth. He can decide what to say by listening to the story. That's what I
was thinking, and Jae-young put his hands around his cheeks and made him look into his
serious eyes. Sang- Woo gulped dryly, feeling his heart pounding,

“Chu
Sang-
woo.” “…
yes.”

“I don't want to be your sexual partner anymore. I can't do it because I'm too nervous to be
abandoned when your lust dies down. I want to go on dates with you, I want to go to a
picturesque place, I will eat something delicious, I will play with you, I will walk with you, I will
sleep with you, and I want to be your partner, your companion, your half.

"How to love my hyung."

"You'll be in big trouble if you study with me."

Sang-woo looked at the hot and jubilant joy running through his heart with an unfamiliar
gaze. The sweet energy that resembles a sense of accomplishment differed from other feelings
in that it was associated with a special person. She had a feeling that she would see him often
in the future.

Seeing Jae-young's face without hugging him was as good as before, but Sang-woo felt that
everything had changed. He didn't make any expression, but his mouth twitched, and a big
smile came into his mind. Jae-young echoed the expression.

"If you want to go out with me, please pay attention to three things."
"This should come out for me too.

"Don't laugh at the others now. Don't put your arms around your shoulders and don't pat your
head. I'm the only one with access and license."

"Surely speaking."

Jae-young wrinkled his nose and laughed like a child.

 "No matter how angry you are, don't act like last time." "Yes. I promise."

He stuck out his little finger. Sang-woo continued his words by dangling his finger.

"I don't want to be angry. Don't yell at me, even if I'm frustrated and explain it to me step by
step."

"I'm on a leash. It's yours now."

Jae-young wore an invisible rope around his neck and gave it to Sang-woo. Sang-woo clasped
his hand together and looked Jae-young directly in the eyes.

"And...go study at abroad as planned. I can bear it now because we're a couple."

Until then, Jae-young, who had nodded and listened carefully, frowned. Sang-woo wanted to
have a relationship with Jae-young, but he didn't want to give up his dream beyond that.-woo
didn't want to be a developer who embodied designer Jang Jae-young's world nor did he want
to be an obstacle to his future.

But Jae-young walked over with a stubborn look and whispered in his ear, "No."

Sang-woo pushed him away and looked him straight in the

eyes, “Don't be a baby.”

“Who tells who baby?”

“You're trying to change your life plan because of your feelings. You need to wake up."

Jae-young laughed. He laughed quietly for a while and then opened his mouth. "You, do
you remember my briefcase?"
"Yes."

"It's embarrassing to say it myself, but I can't go to nowhere." "I know, but…"

"Now even here is Beven. I can choose the company I want to work for and the client I want to
outsource. There are studies that are really interested in the country."

"So what?"

"My love, just because I don't study abroad doesn't mean I'm not good enough."

His love. Sang-woo listened carefully and at that moment , opened his mouth blank. Jae-young
stretched his arm back and muttered,

"I have to work hard to feed my college boyfriend"

He didn't seem to hear anything. Various solutions came to Sang-woo's mind, replaced by X
and And, respectively, and then disappeared. Worries were immediate.

"I have three requests, Jae-young hyung."

 "I feel like a genius."

Jae-young pulled Sang-woo's hand and played a joke on him on the fingers.

" First, postpone the release of Beven. Now that we have time, we need to add infinity mode,
ladder ranking, or digital trust searches. Can you start working on the graphics starting next
week?"

"...my boyfriend is a workaholic."

Sang-woo took the word for acceptance and moved on to the second request.

"And if you have a DVD from the drama department's regular performance, give it to me."
"Yes, I got one. Why didn't you come see me?"
"It's a painful memory, so don't ask." "Can I give
you a recording?"
"Blu-ray if possible."

After defeating until the second time, Sang-woo passed to the final question: "Lastly,
introduce me to an English tutor."
"It's not difficult. But why?"

"There is something like that. I'll

tell you later." "Suspicious."
Jae-young smiled and patted his cheek. Sang-woo just smiled at him and forgave his words.
He didn't think it was time to speak yet. After reaffirming his life plan and give him a strong
motivation, Sang-woo returned to a position where he no longer had to fear tomorrow. He was
sitting alone on the beach with his new boyfriend, and the man was touching Sang-woo's
hand, ready to touch his entire palm as well.

"Is that all? Any other requests?"

"None.
" "Not true. I'm ready to give you anything."
"Anything?"

"Anything.

" "So can you give it to me too?" "Oh,

that's impossible."

"...why?"
"Because it's
 already
yours ."
Sang-woo admired looking at Jae-young with a cheeky expression. How can he say that
naturally? He thought he had to study hard to catch up. Tomorrow, he will endure dating and
buy some books."

"Are you done talking?"

"Yes".

"Then let's kiss."

Jae-young stood up and calmly stretched. He then leaned down, reaching out to Sang-woo.
When he held his big hand, his body was pulled in and into Jae-young's arms. Jae-young
muttered, tightly hugging Sang-woo's waist.

"Why don't you answer,

honey?" "..."

"Don't you want to kiss

me?" "You're not just
going to kiss me." "How
do you know?"

"I have to buy a lot of supplies. A lot has accumulated." "Are you warning me that you
won't let me sleep tonight?"

"Isn't that how the first night is supposed to be?"

A low laugh sounded only sweet. Sang-woo looked up and met Jae-young's eyes. And in the
warm colored pupils of the eyes, he saw the passion of the waves more passionately than the
sea. As soon as her mouth moved freely and made a stupid smile, Jae-young ate her lips
soundlessly.

A large, warm palm wrapped around the back of her neck. And the black nights, the touch of
the soft beach and sand, the soft summer breeze, the crash of the waves, and the sound of the
ship's horn sounding in the distance, disappeared.

There is only one such person left. It was the most wonderful moment in Sang-Woo's life.

RETURN1,

~STAGE COMPENSATION~

[Chu Sang-woo] got the title of [Boyfriend]

𝖣 Skill Acquired: [Reversible Lv.1] [Jang

Jae-young] got the title of [Boyfriend]
 𝖣 Skill Acquired: [Immortal 100 Lv.5]
Continue to the next Stage. . .

SEMANTIC ERROR TERMINATED.

Semantic error Volume 4 | Chapter 3

Exception (1)
"The topic of emotion and sexual desire in the android is interesting, but that's about it."

Sang-woo said this as the screen went dark, and the credits rolled at the end. Jae-young was
lying with his head on Sang-woo's thigh while eating a potato chip from the table.

"Really? That doesn't sound good."

"The process of autonomy and creativity was so absurd. Also, the doctor repairs it, upgrades
it, puts human skin on it, makes genitalia on it, it's totally Deus Ex Machina."

Jaeyoung laughed silently. Her fussy little boyfriend had great criticism and observations to
make. Sang-woo drank a can of beer while playing with Jae-young's hair.

"It's funny that the language application skills are so poor that you don't understand sweet
words and popular slang, while being an assisted living android, and the scene where you play
music box with your own hands. The
scene of Android chattering is really”

“He lacked imagination.”

“I'm angry because I don't see any signs of concern for reality.”

“It's a shame.”

Sang-woo, who normally didn't have a hobby of watching movies, has been enjoying any
genre lately They were regularly interested in fantasy genres that were not in touch with
reality, since melodramas were difficult to watch until the end. Usually, if there is content that
stimulates the desire to win, such as sports games, gambling and competitions, interest was
rising, and there was a strong evaluation of the story and SF genres that are usually prone to
mistakes.

" And you, hyung, what did you think of the movie?"

Jae-young turned her position and I looked or up It was a very good position to appreciate the
pretty face of her boyfriend. Jae-young captured a finger that gently touched her hair, brought
it to her mouth, and kissed the back of her hand. Then Sang-woo, who was looking at the
screen, lowered his eyes and they made eye contact.

"Just the usual. I didn't like that the problem was solved so easily, but I think they focused on the
flow of the drama more than the SF element."

"Oh."
 "It wasn't bad just looking at the emotional swings yearning for a life of sensation, love,
creation and despair... I'm sure there's a lack of dramatic tension and a sense of
thoughtlessness in the scientific details. I guess I was too sentimental to your taste."

Sang-woo nodded. He muttered again, looking at the screen with a sullen look.

"Also, there were a lot of typos and spacing errors in the subtitles, which prevented me from
immersing myself in the story."

"Yes, there is also a translation error."

It should have stopped there. Jae-young didn't know that she was touching the sleeping lion's
nose and she sneered at its mouth without thinking it through.

"But, when it comes to errors like spacing, you're the only one who cares about that*."

NT: Let's remember that Jae-young writes without spacing the sentences.
There was silence for five seconds. Jae-young yawned loudly and then opened her eyes again.
His gaze met Sang-woo's, who seemed a bit cold.

"Isn't spelling important?"

"As long as you are not a Korean linguist, who pays attention to that?"

Until then, Jae-young didn't know the seriousness of the situation and just talked about it like it
was nothing. Sang-woo snorted.

"What are grammar and spelling rules for if no one is going to follow them? I've always wondered,
but now I know."

He continued his speech brusquely.

"Why don't you space your writing?"
He felt a belated chill. Jae-young responded lovingly, rubbing her cheeks against Sang-woo's
thigh.

"It's just that I think about you a lot and I don't have time for
that." "You've been doing it since before you went out with
me."

“…”

It was not an atmosphere to be overlooked. Sang-woo picked up his cell phone from the table
and stared at the screen for a while. He then gave the device to Jae-young. When he received
it, there was a message that he himself had sent to him.

♥Jaeyoung Jang♥: [As soon as we get in today

we'll prepare

6 days ago
***

What has he done? It was just an ordinary message. Jae-young looked at Sang-woo with curious
eyes. Sang-woo frowned as he retrieved the device.

"Now that I see it, space is not the only problem." "What is the
problem?"
"My hyung's messages always take a long time to decipher because he doesn't follow
grammar rules. He's taking other people's time for his own convenience."

He never thought of it that way. Also, detoxification is not a code. Jae-young was a little
upset, but he got up and hugged Sang-woo before the mood worsened. But he just looked at
his cell phone with a frown on his forehead.

"If it's a strategy to speed up typing, I don't think it's convenient, but I can understand."

"That's right. That's all."

"No. I repeat the same expression unnecessarily when I see things like this."

♥ Jang Jae Young ♥:

(Photo) 9 days ago

♥Jang Jae Young♥: ㅆㅂ Sangwoo this clothes is perfect for you.

9 days ago

♥Jang Jae Young♥: Quickquick, quickquick, quickquick, quick...

9 days ago

"...Yeah...why did I do that?"

Sang-woo's face grew worse as he continued to search for the messages. She handed her cell
phone to Jae-young and linked her arms together.
♥Jaeyoung Jang♥: iloveu. 17
days ago...

"Readability is very poor."

"...I think he was drunk at this point." "That's

why I didn't say anything."
"But why are you making a problem out of it now?" Jae-young's
tone was unknowingly sharp.

When she started dating Chu Sang-woo, she put in a lot of effort to become the perfect lover. This
weekend was no exception. On Saturday morning, he suppressed his desire to stay up late, and
from morning they moved to the beautiful shore of Chongju Lake, took a monorail and a cruise,
and in the evening, they had a hot night after having a barbecue. in a picturesque pension. On
Sunday, they enjoyed paragliding at a bow factory overlooking the city and returned to Seoul.
The atmosphere was awesome, but why did it become a problem just because of the movie's
damn subtitles?

"Did I make a problem? I just think grammar and spelling rules need to be taken into
account."

Jae-young leaned back on the sofa, feeling tired. She covered her eyes with her palm and said,

"Uh. I don't think it's a good idea for us to do this."

“…”

When he lowered his palm and looked, Sang-woo was looking at the ground with a disturbed
expression. Is this something to be upset about? Jae-young was stunned and didn't even think
about losing to Sang-woo as usual. He dropped an empty beer can. From Jae-young's
fingertips, the can neatly went into the garbage can, drawing a parabola.

Sang-woo gave him a disapproving look and jumped up from his seat. He walked over to the
trash can with a bang and pulled out a beer can, put it in a recycling bin and came back. Sang-
woo stood in front of him, he didn't sit on the sofa. Then Jae-young looked at him.

"It's not hard. You can, but you don't want to try." "I'm
sure it's easy for you. It's hard for me." "What's so hard
about it?" You don't try hard enough." "...how did you
come to that conclusion?"

"Don't just say 'I love you', show it with actions."

Jae-young was stunned and speechless. Didn't he show it with actions? Thenwith

What does everything he's done so far mean? He'd get up an hour earlier to cook for Sang-
woo every morning, and come home immediately after work unless it was a forced
 appointment. He was always thinking about what to doSang-woo in his head, and he was just
trying to be affectionate while he was with him. He worked hard to abide by Sang-woo's
many rules and quit.

“I don't think we can do anything about the past. You just have to do well from now on."

Sang-woo spoke with a kind heart and began to clear the table. Looking at his back to the
kitchen with a plate of chips and a can of beer, Jae-young decided to give aa step back. This is
because she didn't want to cause any conflict.

When Sang-woo came back from the kitchen, Jae-young turned her back on him and sat him
on her lap before he scolded again. He checked his watch and it was just after o'clock. eleven.
After midnight, it would become Monday.

Rule 32: No sex during the week.

It was an arrangement that was made after a month of moving in together. They were beasts
in heat every time they saw each other, no matter what. which corner of the house

they were in. While Jae-young put his hand down her clothes and stroked her back, Sang-woo
wrapped his arms around her forehead.

“It should be done in 54 minutes.”

“Okay.” He
closed his eyeseyes and softly touched lips.When the kiss began, the sad feelings and
complicated thoughts flew away. Jae-young wrapped Sang-woo's waist and hugged him.
When he first did this, Sang-woo was very embarrassed, but after doing it a few times, he
seemed to get used to it. He looked amused and smiled as he wrapped his legs around her
waist this time.

Rule 33: No sex outside the bedroom.

He opened the door to Sang-woo's room with his back instead of his room, where he couldn't
even lie on the bed because he had so many things lying around.

Although I had more luggage than where I lived before, everything was well organized. There
was a dresser next to the desk on which the stand was placed, and on top of it was a
professional DSLR camera and an action camera, which had just been purchased. The drab
clothes that Sang-woo had originally hung on the hanger. (Jaeyoung packed the closet next to
her, but made a rule that it can only be opened on a certain date.) On the wall, there were
posters for the formulation of <Veggie Venturer> and promotional materials for the play Jae-
young appeared in. as a cameo in the last semester.

Jae-young climbed onto the bed, putting Sang-woo down as well. They closed their eyes and
kissed for a long time, opening the side table drawer to take out the "preparation". Jae-young's
shirt fell from her hands. Although three months have passed since they confirmed each
other's feelings and started dating in earnest, their passion still lingered. Feeling the same
impatience as always, Jae-young took off Sang-woo's pants.

"Hu
ng."
"Oh
what
?"
"About the sentence spacing... are you going to fix it?"

Anyway, if you're persistent, you should. When Jae-young tickled his side and licked his
chest, Sang-woo rolled his eyes and twisted his body. Jae-young smiled and kissed her
cheeks, forehead, and nose indiscriminately.

"Do you believe it now? Lie

down." "I only ask for
curiosity."
Sang-woo gave himself up, even though he was squirming.

***

Jae-young opened her eyes, grabbed her cell phone and quickly turned off the alarm. It
showed 7:30 am against the background of a man eating pasta at the table.

When he dropped his cell phone on the blanket and turned around, he saw a man next to him.
Jae-young was facing the ceiling and hugged her waist. He kissed her neck with his body
tight, but Sang-woo just frowned a little and didn't wake up. Jae-young's lover always fell
asleep at 12:30 and woke up at 8:30. He slept so soundly that he was unable to get up even if
he was carried.

Jae-young got up after 10 minutes of rolling with Sang-woo in his arms. Leaving the room in
her underwear, she carefully closed the door and washed up. He dressed and headed to the
kitchen. He opened the refrigerator wide and put chicken breasts, vegetables, olive oil, eggs,
etc. in the table. Ever since they started living together, Jae-young had a fondness for cooking,
and Sang-woo for photography. As Jae-young started to crack the eggs into the pan, Sang-
woo rubbed his eyes to leave the room.

"My hyung came out in

my dream." "What was it
about?"

"I don't have an argument to tell you…it's dirty."

Then he went into the bathroom. When Jae-young prepared all the salad, cooked the omelette,
and put the chicken on the grill, Sang-woo came out again. Wearing jeans and a long-sleeved
black t-shirt, her hair was wet.

"Did you sleep well?"

he asked, sitting at the table. Jae-young nodded and put three plates on the table. After
pouring the full glass of milk, he sat across from Sang-woo and held his chin.

Sang-woo took a sip of milk and brought the omelet to his mouth. Why are you watching him
eat? Jae-young always wondered, but she didn't know clearly. Chu Sang-woo thinks that a
meal is just a meal full of calories. It is not that he is eating deliciously, he is just sitting and
eating in the same position. The

hand holding the spoon, the murmuring lips, the squirming turtleneck, the elbow on the table,
etc., went blank.

"Why do I feel like I'm raising a small animal?"

 Jae-young wanted to feed his rare and beautiful black mamba with everything in the world. If
you have fatherly love, you can feel similar. Jae-young tried to take a picture of Sang-woo but
stopped thinking that there were more than 30 photos of the same composition in the gallery.
Then the eyes met Sang-woo.

"Aren't you
going to eat?"
"Yes. I will."
"Hurry up and eat. You'll be late."

"Yeah, I'm in trouble because I can't take my eyes off you."

Jae-young stared lightly around Sang-woo's mouth and didn't miss the missing smile. In the
third month-young to calm down, but on the contrary, he had become more and more
sensitive, and now he can understand what it is like just by listening to Sang-woo's breathing.

Jaea fork. When the plate was half empty, Sang-woo asked

, “Did you drink the carrot juice

yesterday?” “Um…”

“You're not listening. I told you to drink it."

Since he said last month that his eyes were stiff, Sang-woo has made 500ml of carrot juice
every day. It's a luxury, but the problem is that it doesn't taste very good. The first two or
three times, Jae-young was moved and drank everything Sang-woo gave him, but after that,
he was fed up, so he didn't drink with excuses and threw them away.

"Did
you
throw
it. Anyway, I'll make it again."

Sang-woo replied calmly and ate the last piece of tomato from the salad.

"Thanks for the food."

“…”

Jae-young glanced at her watch. A precious afternoon was being wasted. Time to meet Sang-
woo's eyes, talk and interact with him. Precious time that is not enough to bite, suck, cuddle
and worship him. But Jae-young thought she couldn't back down here. He's done everything
he's asked, but it's time for Sang-woo to learn. The fact that they often come together does not
mean that they are one body. They are different people, they cannot be the same no matter
how hard they try, and they cannot fit everything together just because they love each other.

"I'm doing my best to be a good man to you. Isn't my effort enough?"

"Are you doing your best? What kind of effort did you put in?"

Sang-woo put on an incomprehensible. And at that time, Jae-young was completely offended.

"Why are you so stubborn? You just have to pay a little attention." "I don't want
 to."
"You just need to spend five more seconds; Is it so hard for you to invest time in me?"

"Why do I have to adapt everything to your taste and

style?" "Oh I'm very angry."
At first it was a slight complaint about not spacing the sentences correctly. But it was because
of another problem that was hiding behind it.

"Do what you want! All you say is 'I love you'. Am I wrong?"

"What does that mean? I've already given up a lot and I'm up to you. If you're thinking of
renewing everything you don't like about me, why are you dating a guy like me?"

"How can you say that?"

"It shouldn't be like this in the morning, it shouldn't be like this during the week,shouldn't be
like this in the shower."

Sang-woo opened his mouth to refute, but Jae-young quickly continued.

"Sometimes I want to sleep in a mess without taking a shower. If I am attracted to you, I want
to use my annual vacation and travel during the week, and I want to passionately love you
anytime, anywhere. I want to read books away from my desk and sleep away from my
bedroom. I want to leave my room untouched

for a few days, even after eating. You don't let me do anything. I feel like I'm just one element
of your perfect program.

" "What does that mean? You always leave the dishes to wash. I haven't seen you clean the
room.

" "You see. You only see my flaws. Do you even love me?"

Jae-young clenched her fist and stared at the ground. The sorrow that had slowly accumulated
like dust has been rising like a monster. Jae-young realized that she was happy and anxious
for three months with Sang-woo.

"Do you think I don't love you? Did I do something to give that impression?"

Jae-young was speechless. Chu Sang-woo was a sincere and affectionate lover. He spent time
with Jae-young except for his studies and actively tried to enjoy Jae's hobbies together. -
young. He was tolerant enough to watch tawdry movies and hot as a flame in bed.

But Chu Sang-woo was too rational, reasonable, and cunning to be a man in love. He checked
his seat before going to bed, he always checked hour, and after he got dizzy, he would clean
up first. Even after sharing the hottest love, he would take a bath right away and put the wet
sheets and clothes in the laundry basket.

He had nothing to say if his lover wondered what was wrong with being tidy and smart. Jae-
young felt sorry for being too perfect, but was embarrassed to complain on the pretext.

'How silly'

Minor complaints, recurring conflicts, goodbyes. Jae-young looked back on their past love
records, which usually ended in a month or two. Until then, Jae-young didn't put much effort
into love. Even if her partner wanted something, she would ignore it and break up if it didn't
fit right. This love affair was caused by a conflict, although he tried not to screw it up, no
 matter what. This time, who regretted it was not his partner, but himself. Jae-young was
constantly anxious because he didn't know what to do at times like this.

'No, I would never break up with him'

This relationship was too desperate and too important for Jae-young. Soon it will be 100 days
since they started dating. (For the first time in his life, he was preparing for a "100 day event".
It's as if three months of surviving babies

are precious in times of frequent war, so they would celebrate their 100th day.) The following
month was the birthday of Sang-woo. (The birthday gifts had been ordered from the company
in advance.) He has never been to a ski resort with him (He has already picked out Sang-
woo's goggles, ski suits, and boards) and he was already so embarrassed about it. himself for
fear of separation.

"Why don't you answer? What did I do wrong?"

"You haven't done anything wrong... It's all my fault."

At a time when the conflict had to be sealed with effort, the tone of the speech came out
sarcastic. If he could adjust everything to Sang-woo, if he were a more perfect person, would
there still be so much conflict between them? Jae-young suddenly lost confidence.

"I don't want to be mad at you. I'll go out for a bit."

"Do not go."

"I'll come back after I calm down." "I

told you not to go."

Jae-young stood up regardless. If he talked to Sang-woo under these conditions, he thought

they would only fight. He walked to the front door with a training jersey in hand that he took
from the hanger. Sang-woo stood still on the table. Jae-young wore any shoe and grabbed the
doorknob.

"Maybe I'm not perfect and maybe I'm not up to your

standards" "..."

"But don't say I haven't tried a bit. I quit smoking for you." And then he came out.

***

"What did I do wrong?"

Sang-woo pondered about it, but couldn't think of an answer. Generally, a single message
takes 5 to 30 seconds to type, and touching the space between words doesn't dramatically
increase typing time. However, Jae-young seemed accepting Sang-woo's request as extremely
rude and presumptuous

, "I don't get it."

 Sang-woo looked out the window and called out to Jae-young. The phone cut off in the
middle, and a message came instead.

♥Jaeyoung Jang♥: I'll be there

later. 20:06

I will
go/la
ter/l
ater
20:0
7

Oh no...

When he got up, Sang-woo sent the review. It was a mistake. It obviously seemed like an act
of inciting a fight, but the message that had already been sent could not be cancelled. Sang-
woo waited for his answer with great nervousness. Jae-young's face seemed to show beyond
the glass.

♥Jang Jae Young ♥: yes you're right

20:11

“…”

Of course he did, he spelled it wrong on purpose. It was obvious that he was angry and trying
to annoy him. Sang-woo sent the proofreading, thinking he couldn't lose. Then the message,
which is more relevant, arrived.

♥Jang Jae Young ♥: ᅣ

20:13

♥Jang Jae Young ♥: ᄂ 1 ᄀ r ᄉ H 종데 玉 ᄋ 1

ᄂ F ¿ 20:14
 Sang-woo felt dizzy as soon as he saw the message. I had never felt so much anger after
reading the text. Trying not to look past his disgust and horrible words, Sang-woo gave up
even thinking of correcting them and pressed his response sharply.

Stop
now.

20:14

♥Jang Jae Young ♥ : Stop /

now 20:15

♥Jang Jae Young ♥ : 왮띖않 not 핪닚않

20:16

"What the hell is that?"

If I didn't have a finger disease, I wouldn't be able to write such an unpleasant article.” Sang-
woo tried to reply calmly, but couldn't concentrate due to a series of messages.

♥Jang Jae Young♥: 뿛쭋뚮뚢ᄅᄅᄅᄅᄅᄅ

20:20

♥Jang Jae Young ♥: mi ne) m ei s major.zero

20:20

♥Jang Jae Young ♥: abcdefghiJJJJJwJJJ ᄌ JJJJJ 20:20

♥Jang Jae Young ♥: Diplomatic silence

20:21

♥Jang Jae Young ♥: Did you really block me?

20:23

He hesitated because he didn't know how to respond, but he saw a white car pulling out of the
parking lot. Sang-woo looked out the window and chased his tracks, but soon the car disappeared
from sight. He returned to the table in despair and sat down.

Sang-woo also didn't want to stop Jae-young, who is as free as the wind. She was worried that
he would get frustrated and tried not to cause conflict in her daily life. The rules were made as
loose as possible, and the trivial matters of not washing dishes or leaving socks anywhere
were handled without even being mentioned. Even with separate rooms, Jae-young slept in
Sang-woo's bed every day, but she never had a problem with him. However, he was forced to
flee.

"It's my fault?"

Sang-woo thought about it a lot. He thought that Jae-young was happy because she was
always smiling, but there seemed to be more than one or two things inside.

'I want to passionately love you anytime, anywhere'

The first month after he started dating Jae-young, the entropy was extremely high and messy.
Sang-woo wasn't that affected because he was on vacation, but Jae-young only had an hour or
two to sleep or stayed up all night and then went to work. that he always ate a lot, he lost 3kg
in weight that month. He got injured while trying to try the Kamasutra position, and they had
to repair the shower wall because it had cracked. It was a time of chaos, like a leg of the
broken table and messy sofa.

'you only see my flaws'

It was a real misunderstanding. Sang-woo lost his objectivity and couldn't even remember
what Jae-young's flaws were. It's good to see, but how can he think of any drawbacks? never
have . That is not true. It broke her heart to hear such a thing.

'...This situation stresses me out.'

Sang-woo got up from his seat and organized the leftovers. He got even more upset when he
saw the carrot juice left on Jae-young's lips. He's always pretended he didn't notice it, but he
knew he didn't drink it unless he watched. So even if I wanted to quit, I wanted Jae-young's
eyes to improve.

Sang-woo wrapped the glass in plastic and put it in the refrigerator, went to the sink and took
care of everything that had been washed. After cleaning up the hall, his mind calmed down a
bit. He slightly opened the door to Jae-young's room and gave in. No matter how well Sang-
woo organized himself, the room seemed to have to be prepared for at least three hours.

After a short shower, she went back to her room and moved the photos of her trip to her
computer. What he liked the most was a photo of Jae-young showing him blowing a big
bubble gum by the lake, and then capturing the moment it burst. Sang-woo designated it as a
new wallpaper and took a look at the rest of the photos. Looking down from the cable car with
a curious look, the one who was smiling while biting into a sausage skewer, the one who was
lying on a boarding house bed checking his cell phone, and the scene of the morning sleeping
in the sun passed one by one in the screen.

Sang-woo was suddenly scared. What will happen if Jae-young asks to break up one day? If
 no matter how hard you try, you can't change your mind, what should you do? She shuddered
at the thought of the happiness-sized misfortune she feels these days.

'I have to prevent that from happening.'

Sangwoo promised that he would not leave any buds that could spread later when parting, no
matter how small. So he opened his phone and checked the greenish buds that had just
bloomed. Although the most recent ten messages were really annoying, the rest weren't as
intrusive as they were.

♥Jang Jae Young♥: Honey I'll be here soon.

4 days ago

♥Jang Jae Young♥: What are you wearing now? 4

days ago

It was understandable to think of it as a strategy to discard precision and take love.

♥Jaeyoung Jang♥: Why don't you answer the phone????????? A month

ago

♥Jaeyoung Jang♥: Who are you talking to? There will be a divorce if they don't answer for a
minute.

One month ago

The use of multiple punctuation marks was the worst in terms of efficiency, but it seemed to be a
way to emphasize emotions.

♥Jaeyoung Jang♥: ㅛㅏ loveu ㅛㅏ

2 months ago
Most of the time, even though he didn't like the format, he liked the content.

Jang Jae-young didn't like him at first. He didn't like the bright red clothes, the awkward
posture, and the offended speech. Since he became the most beloved of the people in the
world, even the ways he disliked became inconspicuous. "It wasn't a big deal after all." She
regretted stalking her boyfriend. Sang-woo took his cell phone and told him what he wanted
to say, then unclipped the 243-page manual printed in the library and threw it away. in the
recycling bin. He removed all the spelling information stuck here and there and checked his
cell phone, and there was a message.

♥Jang Jae Young♥: I love you/♡/. I miss you/♡♡/. 22:02

Her boyfriend seemed to be upset. Sang-woo looked out the window as he prepared to leave.
After 32 minutes of waiting, the estate car came into view. He immediately opened the door
and ran out.

He went down the elevator and ran like crazy. Jae-young's car was pulling into the parking
lot. You can't see inside because of the tinted window. Shortly after the car emptied, the
driver's door opened.

Sang-woo wondered why his boyfriend wouldn't get out of the car. But when he got into the
driver's seat, he immediately understood the situation. Jae-young's cheeks were a little red.
And the car smelled of alcohol.

"You drank?"

"Um…"

"With whom."

"Dae-hyun and Jin-joo's sister."

Sang-woo nodded his head. Kim Dae-hyun, 27, a classmate of Jang Jae-young, runs a
restaurant serving octopuses with net feet. Lee Jin-joo, 29, office worker. They were harmless
to Jae-young.

When the conversation stopped, there was an awkward atmosphere between the two. They
used to yell and argue often, but this was the first time they had an emotional fight. Sang-woo
was anxious that he had ruined the perfect relationship, but he learned from the book that it
was normal.

"Conflict is also a sign of health."

Jae-young just looked out the window and didn't reply. Sang-woo continued.
"It's weird not fighting."
Jae-young smiled slightly. So, Sang-woo steeled himself.

“When we first started dating, there were only 3 things I wanted to get done…and you've
done it all right.”

“What about the remaining thirty-three rules?”

 “It's an auxiliary lifestyle, so it's adjustable. I don't want you to stress. I'd rather throw it away
than make you feel pressured and come to hate me." .

"..."

"I'm not planning on going out with you for just a year or two. If we are going to stay together
for a long time, you will have to be relaxed and I guess you don't know that because your
relationships have always been short, but ours can last if we work hard from the beginning.

" "Who said it?"

"<100 Ways to marry your first love > Volume 2, pg. 148."

"..."

Sang-woo kept his mouth shut for a moment and organized what he had to say in his head. He took a
deep breath and exhaled calmly.

"So don't do anything useless and just love me. We live together knowing that you are a
smoker. You can smoke if you want. If you're tired, you don't have to make me breakfast. I
am used to eating cereal every day. The spacing of the messages does not matter at all. It was
my greed. We can make an exception for that.”

n't send an error message every day for such a minor problem. Sang-woo was a developer
who was very conscious of priorities.

You

caprogram without errors even if the rules are broken." "How?"

"In Java, for example, if an extension occurs within a method, the phrase try-catch... Eup."

He is speaking in the middle of the conversation, but he's speechless. Before he knew it, Jae-
young, who was nearby, latched onto his lips. The smell of alcohol and tobacco mingled on
his breath. Whether he heard what he said or not Jae-young just closed his eyes and kissed
him frantically. Sang-woo managed to push him away.

"Speaking of... you know... Ahhhhhhhh."

However, Jae-young was stubborn. As he opened his mouth slightly , his tongue hurriedly
slipped in. He didn't look like he was very drunk, but the hands that touched his neck were
warm. before. Sang-woo hugged Jae-young, feeling intoxicated.

He quickly crossed seats. He squeezed into a small space and sat on Sang-woo's thigh. Sang-
woo parted his lips and held out his hand to undo the buckle on his pants.

"Don't you think there's a problem trying to resolve emotional conflicts with our bodies?"

"Not at all."

Jae-young answered briefly and put his lips on Sang-woo's neck. He gently sucked the skin
into his mouth and licked it with the tip of his tongue. Sang-woo managed to open his mouth
before reason walked away.

"Rules 32, 33…"

"Forget them."
"What?"

Jae-young raised his head and met Sang-woo's eyes. The unfocused gaze seemed stubborn and
dangerous.

"You asked me to love you. What is the time or place of the week where I don't love you?"

Sang-woo replied quietly, with a hunch that he would lose to him today.

"You have to go to work tomorrow. And it's a rule we agreed to after we changed seats in the car."

"What do you want me to do? I hate

this." "Fine, let's take care of that."

Sang-woo said so and pushed Jae-young's chest, but he only got more entangled and didn't fall down.

"Go there, I'll do it with

my mouth." Jae-young
widened her eyes.

It was the first time he had tried again for three months, when out of fear he retracted and his boa
suffered a slight tear. Sang-woo practiced with the bananas several times, but it was useless
because the size and hardness were so different. However, since Jae-young insisted on having sex
right now, it was the only way to end it cleanly.

Jae-young was already sitting in the passenger seat. Sang-woo walked over and pulled her
light gray jeans down to her thighs. The front of the underwear was soaked through and could
be seen in the dark. Taking a deep breath and lowering the thin clothes, the maximized penis
bounced up.

'Why do you look bigger today?'

Sang-woo got flustered and knelt between Jae-young's legs. He took a deep breath with his
elbows on both knees. While lightly looking up, Jae-young stroked Sang-woo's head with
narrowed eyes like a madman. The touch was not smooth.

'Just once and then up... Ugh!'

Jae-young caressed the back of her neck, and his penis entered her parted
lips. 'He's in a runaway engine mode today.'

There was a time when Jae-young was in awe of his sexual desire. At that time, the behavior
became a bit rude and speechless. Aside from that, it had a friendly boyfriend mode, a sex-
focused jock mode, a porn star mode full of sex words, a playful baby mode, a crying baby
mode, and a lazy tell-sang mode. -woo to do everything without raising a hand. Sang-woo
sometimes felt like he was dating multiple people, not just one.

He put a penis in his mouth and rolled his tongue. From the entrance where the salty liquid
kept rising, the tongue stood up to the sinew column and frugally licked it. Jae-young's thighs
fluttered as she went up and down. Saliva dripped down his chin, but he couldn't bring
 himself to swallow it. Perhaps due to the sensation, it was difficult to hold a pillar in his
mouth that seemed to be growing.

Meanwhile, Jae-young kept pushing the back of her head, and the end touched her throat. She
wanted to say that there was a limit, but she couldn't because Jae-young grabbed her hair and
pulled it. Sang-woo was forced to shake his head slowly. As he had practiced three months
ago, he worked vertically, closing his lips in a circle and stimulating the long surface with the
tip of his tongue.

"Ah, ah Sang-woo."

He couldn't answer because his mouth was full. Jae-young grabbed her hair more roughly and
pulled it back. His jaws lifted on their own and their eyes met. Sang-woo lowered his eyes
again to focus on his actions, but Jae-young pulled his hair again. He thought he was asking
her to look at him.

So Sang-woo looked straight into Jae-young's eyes as his mouth tasted his member. She held
his cock until it reached her throat, then pressed her lips together, licked and bit at the end.
Then he swallowed his saliva and wrapped his mouth around her again.

When Sang-woo went down, Jae-young's palm pressed on his head, and when he went up, his
hand pulled at his hair. At first, the speed was similar, but as time went by, Jae-young's touch
became faster. Sang-woo faithfully followed the instructions to move faster. He pursed his
lips further, remembering that he had a scar on his mouth at this point from doing the same
thing earlier.

"Ahhhhhhh. Ah…"

In fact, Sang-woo was in no position to suck on other people's genitals. His genitals were
bursting out of his pants as he listened to Jae-young's moan. She wanted to touch it and work
it out, but it was impossible because she was holding Jae-young's thigh with one hand and the
other holding the base of his penis.

Suddenly, Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo's head with both hands and fixed it. As soon as he
looked up, a half-empty pillar entered, piercing through the roof of his mouth. Hard fat slid
out quickly and then back in at that speed. It was shocking enough to shake her head, but Jae-
young was holding onto her tightly. The most protruding male muscle burst in. He repeated
the output. Seeing the pace pick up, he seemed determined to rip his mouth out again this
time. Sang-woo grabbed his thigh tightly and held on somehow.

Then at one point Jae-young stopped moving and pulled out his genitals. She thought the
moment of climax was near, but it wasn't. As soon as Sang-woo was about to put his lips back
on his penis, Jae-young put his arms under Sang-woo's armpits and raised his body. He
quickly got up to eye level. His eyes closed passionately under his lids, and he swallowed
Sang-woo's lips.

Hot saliva flowed into her mouth, lacing their tongues together. Jae-young's arms hugged
Sang-woo as if he was going somewhere. The hand hurriedly pressed on the back of the head
and back. Sang-woo was able to read the various emotions of 100 words in their actions.

Jae-young suddenly removed her lips and turned her head to the side. He reached out his hand
and opened the console. When he pulled out the sunglasses case and some records and tossed
them to his side, the condoms and lube hidden underneath were revealed.

"We decided long ago not to do it in the car, and you still haven't cleaned it?" "I knew this
 day would come."
Jae-young squeezed his butt, kissing Sang-woo's neck from the side. Then he whispered low.

"Why stop? Should we go in and sleep in our own rooms by the rules?"

"You should have told me that before you took it

out." "Is this an exception?"
"Yes".

When Jae-young was ready, he pulled down her pants and underwear. Sang-woo hugged him
tightly, feeling his fingers penetrate his body.

"You are
disgusted?"
"I'm not angry."
"You lie".

Jae-young got up without answering and left Sang-woo on the seat. He leaned back and hugged
her back and kissed her neck. Sang-woo then raised his left leg and hung it on his arm. As his
fingers stretched and the grip grew tighter, Sang-woo's body became sweeter. After being as
rough as a hammer, Jae-young only touched the inside.

'What happens?'

The act was urgent to him, but Jang only seemed to be in a moment of relaxation. It doesn't
matter how long you wait. Also, he was deliberately pressing in the wrong place. Sang-woo
opened his eyes wide and met Jae-young's eyes. The slightly drooping eyes glittered with
mischievous play.

"Sang-woo, was reading without spacing that

annoying?" "...a bit?"

"Is that so? Couldn't you tolerate it a bit?"

"Yes. Oh no more…"

"What?"

"Don't make fun of me. Stop with that…"

"You have to use grammar correctly." "You

know everything. Come on, hyung."

"Grammar, Sang-woo. Subject, object, predicate."

"Ah..."
 Once he started playing, there was no end. In this case, it is better to grant what you want
quickly. Sang-woo closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Your huge dick hyung..."

Please, please, put it in the hole. When he completed the vulgar phrase he taught last month, Jae-
young burst out laughing.

"What is that? Is it a robot?"

“…”

No matter what I do. The moment Sang-woo raised his eyes, Jae-young's fingers slid in and
spread his butt open. The waist was raised and a firm and forceful touch touched the entrance.
Sang-woo felt both tension and anticipation. Jae-young smiled and whispered.

"As you order."

And I go in. From the very beginning, moans came out of his mouth due to internal irritation.

"Uh-huh!"

Jae-young looked directly into Sang-woo's eyes and introduced him very slowly. But it was
not considered. He gently pushed it in and out, teasing and tempting. Sang-woo pulled his
neck against his forehead.

"Won't you do it right away?"

"We're fighting. Have you forgotten?"

"You said you weren't angry. Ah, ah!"
Jae-young lifted Sang-woo's left leg and put his penis inside. Sang-woo hung by his neck as if
he had been waiting, but his opponent stopped moving again. He checked downstairs, and not
even half had entered.

"My butt is really…" "Your

butt?"

“You're repeating what I'm saying…Ugh!”

“You said nice things. Show me what your backside looks like."
"That's too much... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Without Jae-young noticing, the pillar was crushed to its roots. The hole He was now so used to
accepting his member that he couldn't compare. with the first time, but it was hard to be so
stubborn." Sang-woo closed his eyes because his mind was blank, comparing pain or pleasure.

"Hey, open your eyes."

Sang-woo shook his head.

 "You don't listen ."

Jae-young muttered so much that he began to move. When the penis was jerked out and put
back in, the body trembled, and the stab spread from the stomach. Jae-young grabbed Sang-
woo's hand as he moved.

"Sangwoo
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
yes…”

“What kind of answer is…yes?”

Sang-woo wanted to reply, but when he tried to open his mouth, Jae-young stabbed him into
the wall as if she had been waiting for him. When he opened his eyes, he had a nasty face
right in front of him. Sang-woo tried to kiss him, but Jae-young stopped him from kissing
him. e will throw his head back without allowing him to do so.

'You are so bad'.

"If you're not going to do it right, lie down. I'll do it."

As Sang-woo tried to get up, but Jang pressed his shoulders with his body. Then the return
movement began. Sang-woo forgot his irritating feelings and put his arm around his Jang's
neck and gave her a hug. But his pride was hurt by moaning, so he tried to suppress it.

"Don't bite your pretty lips."

Jae-young pushed her finger in the middle, as if she couldn't see it. Sang-woo gave up his
challenge. He complained and got carried away by Jae-young.

The strong movement jerked her body up and down, and her shoulders rubbed against the car
seat. Jae-young squeezed her upper body tightly and swept her cheeks with her palm. The
other leg also hung from the arm and extended the thighs on either side, deepening the
insertion even more. Sang-woo was drenched in pleasure to the point that he didn't care one
bit about his embarrassing posture.

"Blood... Woo."

"Ha, ah..... Hugh, ah."

"Answer back".

"Uh... Ugh. Hak, yeah."

"Answer, Ugh... Do you want me to do it right?"

Sang-woo shook his head sharply and moved his back. The moment Jae-young walked in, the
light flickered in front of her eyes as she hit her pelvis. Due to the arousal, Jae-young's moan
exploded as she squeezed him.
'That's it, fuck'

Sang-woo only said it in his mind, not with his mouth. You have been trying to break that
habit you found the habit of swearing while drinking or having sex.

"Damn, I'm going crazy…"

Although Jaeyoung didn't seem to be trying to control himself. Sang-woo ate Jae-young's lips,
which he had been looking for. The tongues tangled and collided with each other, and the
periodic collisions from below grew even more intense. Sang-woo's back was sweaty before
he knew it. Not only her back, but all parts of Jae-young's skin were hot and clammy.

"Sang-woo, I'm going to...."

Jae-young said between harsh breaths and gasps. When he raised his head, sweat dripped
from his chin and touched Sang-woo's lips.

"Why, Ugh...have sex with you like that...are you crazy, Huck, you know?"

'I'm addicted to this. I need to see a doctor.'

He couldn't express what he was trying to say because he was moaning. Jae-young grabbed
Sang-woo's cheek tightly and made him look at him.

"You have a disheveled appearance. If it wasn't for this time... When will I see you like this

aga
in?
"
"hy
.un
g."

As soon as the laughter came out, Jae-young raised her tone. And from then on, her face and her
lower body played separately. He looked at Sang-woo affectionately, but he was more aggressive
than ever. Sang-woo wanted to smile at him, but he had no choice but to cry.

"Hyung ... please, more slowly ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh .."

"grammar, sang-
woo."
"Fuck!!!!...............
..."

"Oh, honey... you swore."

There was a murmur about the rule 17 violation, but she couldn't respond because she was moaning.
In the car that day, Sang-woo was persecuted for the crime of touching Jang Jae-young once he
messed up. It was clearly etched in his mind. Exceptions

should be treated as minor issues without requiring additional requests.

***

"Oh, it's so hard. I feel like I've played three games of basketball."

It was 1:30 am when they got out of the car. As expected, the seats were so messy that he
couldn't look at her with his eyes open, but Jae-young said he'd take care of it, so he wiped it
with a tissue and walked out. It was not easy to walk because her legs were shaking. Jae-
young confused Sang-woo by saying that she was going to help him walk properly by pushing
him from behind.

“I'm worried.

” “Hey, don't worry. I can't do this every day, even with my physical strength."

"...No, think about it during the holidays."

In the elevator, Jae-young said casually, but Sang-woo was worried that his life He's a 24-
credit student and Jae-young was a new hire at a company called De:ex, but since Jae-young
already understands that rules 32 and 33 have been scrapped, it seemed like this would
happen every night.

"I wish every day was the same today"

Jae-young mumbled and hugged Sang-woo from behind. He bent down and Sang-woo went
to the front of the house as if he had a bear on his back. He picked the lock on the door. door
and went in to go through the priorities.

"First of all, drink carrot juice. And then take a shower. Don't ever come into my room if you
don't do that."

Sang-woo ignored the cute act of "Honey, only today" and took the glass out of the
refrigerator and gave it to Jae-young. Jae-young looked at the glass with a gloomy look. He
did this for a while, taking the glass from Sang-woo's hand. He

tore off the plastic wrapper and threw it on the floor, closed his eyes tightly and started
drinking juice. Each time he swallowed the liquid, his neck moved. Jae-young drank the
500ml in one go and put the glass on the table

“Hahah
aha”
“Good
job”

“This is the last drink I have since you worked so hard to make it.”
“What?”

"Don't prepare it anymore. I don't want to

drink it." "But your eyes..."
"the exceptions..."

Sang-woo was speechless. Jae-young didn't miss the gun and swung it to his liking.
Alternatively, Sang-woo replied, "OK remembering the vitamin A pills and the gukjagi-cha.

Jae-young took out a red marker from the pen rack and went over to the thirty-three rules she
had posted on the wall. The 32nd and 33rd were scrawled in letters great as if they were
enemies.

Renegotiation agreement

Jae-young looked with great pride at the newly damaged poster with his arms crossed. "Great, great."

Sang-woo got sarcastic inside and handed over his new underwear. (He always slept underwear, not
pajamas.)

“Now wash up.

” “Should I
shower first?”
“Yes.”
Jae-young stretched her arms to the ceiling, stretched, yawned, took off her clothes, and threw
them into the bathroom door. Sang-woo, who kept looking at his back, changed his mind. As
he walked over and hugged him from behind, Jae-young looked at Sang-wo or with ironic
eyes.

"You said we'll take the shower one at a time"

"Exception handling"
Jae-young laughed and led Sang-woo into the bathroom. And the door slammed shut.

Semantic error Volume 4 | Chapter 4

Proposal 5.0 (2)
There were only two months left to leave the country. Although he was busy preparing to
move, planning trips, and selling cars, Sang-woo had more important things to do right now.

You left the job?

18:55
♥Jang Jae Young ♥: I'm here in 7 minutes.
18:57

♥Jang Jae Young ♥: Do you want to go out to

eat? 18:57

No. Don't buy

anything. 18:58

Sang-woo put his cell phone on the dais and took a deep breath. He rehearsed several times
for this day and simulated hundreds of times in his head, but he couldn't help but be nervous.

'This is the most important day of my life. I can not fail'.

He muttered as he checked the itinerary carefully. The plan was perfect. It was full of
romantic events and designed to increase emotions step by step. After implementing it to the
end, Jae-young will not be able to reject the "proposal". I couldn't refuse her. Sang-woo
imagined him nodding his head through tears. So, by the simple act of his imagination, he
became erect...

"I can't ruin this important day because of my sexual desire."

Sang-woo quickly turned on the radio and tuned in the Buddhist broadcast signal. As he
calmed his mind by listening to the slow recitation of

Buddhist scriptures, a familiar hatchback drove past Sang-woo's car. After the car came to a
stop At the designated position, the engine cut off.

The man Sang-woo was waiting for got out. With his five-month-long hair tied back in a
ponytail and three earrings in his ear, he clearly didn't look like a company worker. It was a
job for designers, in which the free dress system was actively implemented. After visiting the
office building, Sang-woo came to believe Jae-young's words that he was a good dressmaker.

Jae-young closed thedoor, he took off his glasses and put them in the pocket of his coat.
Under the red sweater to the waist, the long legs dressed in black pants moved quickly. When
he took out his phone and called somewhere, there was a sound. or in Sang-woo's pocket. Jae-
young had a habit of coming home, while calling him on the phone...

"Hello"

-Today I told the CEO that I will resign in

December. "What did he say?"

- Well, I've been cursed twice.

"Is that enough to report it to the Ministry of Labor?"

- I do not believe it. We talked for an hour while we smoked. He wanted to give
 me a collaboration with Ki-Ling next year.
"It's a shame you can't do it"

-I know it would have been interesting.

"I know it's a shame for a competent employee to leave, but if you want to curse him, tell him
to call me next time."

Jae-young walked over, and a smiling face was seen through the car window.

-It's over now. What should we eat today? I heard that there is a Chinese restaurant with more
than 40 years in Hye jeong neighborhood, and it is really delicious. How about
janjangmyeong?

As Jae-young was about to walk past the car, Sang-woo opened the door and got out.

"Jang Jae-Young, here you are!"

As he hung up the phone saying so, Jae-Young looked back. For a moment the smile on his
face spread, he checked the appearance of Sang-woo and the black sedan he was driving and
opened his mouth wide. The phone in her ear was already ringing near her thigh.

"Where are you going? What about that

Mercedes?" "Go upstairs. There's a place I want
to take you"
Sang-woo had said it in a nice way, but Jae-young's mouth was filled with a playful smile.

“Oh, today? You should have told me beforehand.” “…

What for?”
“Wait in the car. I'll go wash up and change."

Sang-woo grabbed Jae-young's arm as he tried to walk toward the house. "No, you can't go in yet."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you. Hurry up and get in the car."

Jae-young frowned and looked at her sneakers.

"Then come in and get me a trench coat and some shoes." After
saying so, she sat in the passenger seat. 'I didn't have any plans to
do this.'

Sang-woo ran home feeling anxious. Trying not to step on anything, he returned to the car
with Jae-young's coat and shoes. He got some value by starting the engine. He was a little
nervous, but he still had plenty of time and I hadn't ruined anything.

Jae-young changed his shoes and stared at Sang-woo's face. "How much do you
see me?"
"...uh."
"Is there a problem?"

As soon as he looked around, Jae-young jumped on him. With kisses on her lips, she put her
hands into his jacket and felt his waist. Her tongue jumped out as she opened her mouth to tell
him to stop.

"Hyung, wait..."

"Honey, I'm so hot right now.

Sang-woo lost his will to refuse and opened his lips wide. As they kissed, Jae-young's hands
weren't enough to get into his pants, so he lowered his hips and gripped her skin tightly.

"Oh, come on. We're not beasts..."

Jae-young kissed Sang-woo, squeezing her body closer to him, as if he hadn't heard. Sang-
woo gave in to a faltering level of passion and came to his senses when he saw Jae-woo.
young took out a condom from his bag.

"...Wait."

Sex can be done every day, but today was a day that shouldn't be ruined on the spur of the
moment.Sang-woo showed superhuman patience, sticking out his hand Jae-young and
pushing his chest with his knees. Jae-young didn't try to fall easily. Sang-woo held his lover's
cheek and quietly reassured him.

“I don't think we should now. Just hold on for a bit.” “How long?”
“Two hours and 52 minutes.”

“How can I hold on for three

hours?” “Wait, it's hard for me too.”

Jae-young grumbled with a sullen look and returned to her seat. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sang-
woo put the shirt he had taken out of his pants back on and unfolded the wrinkled area.

'Go. It's still fine. Let's start with a new mind'

Sang-woo said to himself as he took the wheel. There was an unknown anxiety, but he tried to
ignore it and hit the accelerator with the gears in reverse. He turned his head to check the
back, and he found Jae-young. He still had a perverted look in his eyes.

"So where are we going?"

"To a fancy hotel.
"Hey, you've made up your mind. Shall we sleep there for the night?"

"We'll be back after dinner."

"Let's check in before we eat."
"Stop talking nonsense. I have a plan to follow.”

Sang-woo said something cold without realizing it, and his mind flashed. He looked to the
side to apologize, but Jae-young just smiled weirdly. Sang-woo bit his lips.

"It's an important day. Don't be angry."

"Don't say anything inappropriate, hyung. I've got everything scheduled and ready."

She tried to smile and speak softly, but her teeth clenched and her pronunciation sounded
strange. Jae-young covered her mouth with her fist and laughed.

"Yes. It's fine."

"Thank you very much for your cooperation."

He didn't mean to be sarcastic, but the way he spoke seemed strange to him.

Fortunately, Jae-young didn't say anything or play around until they got to the hotel. so
nervous that his hands were shaking, and he was nauseous. Jae-young, who was standing still
as he entered the parking lot, suddenly said,

"Sang-woo.

" "What?"

"Why do you have the parking card in the parking lotmouth? You're hard again." 'You
son of a…'

Seeing Sang-woo's face, Jae-young added,

"Are you going to be mad at me on this important day?" was it

an important day?"
"No, I don't know anything. I
just assumed." "Really?"

"How would I know, if you haven't told me anything?"

Sang-woo took a deep breath and nodded. It was a surprise and he had been hiding the
preparation process thoroughly. so he had no way of knowing anything. Sang-woo turned off
the engine after parking perfectly in

the indicated space. Jae-young said he was looking forward to it and got out first, but Sang-
woo sat for a few seconds and drank. breath.

They took the elevator to the top floor. Although it was a mysterious glass-walled elevator at
the front, Jae-young only looked at Sang-woo.

A bright night view unfolded behind the man's back, his hand in his trench coat. Sang-woo
did this out of a desire to systematically possess that tail-headed man. He was sorry he hadn't
brought a camera because the photo seemed plausible.

"Did you make a reservation?"

"Yes, it's in your name. Chu Sang-woo."

Soon they entered an Italian restaurant not five stars with a night view of the mountains of
seoul. An employee dressed in black guided Sang-woo to the window seat he had reserved 20
days ago.

Sang-woo sat stiffly on his seat and spread his napkin on his lap. When an employee gave him
a wine list, he ordered a bottle of Italian Cabernet Sauvignon, which is good with meats, using
the knowledge he had studied beforehand. When the employee left, Jae-young leaned back on
 the chair and crossed his arms.

"What kind of event is about to happen for my Sang-woo to spend so much money?"

The cost of the suit, the car rental, the meals and the wine were formidable. But it was all a
necessary cost. Sang-woo didn't think it was a waste at all.

"The usual rational consumption is for this occasion." "I

can't wait to see what you're trying to say."

Sang-woo smiled stealthily. This is how people do surprise events. I couldn't wait to see Jae-young
surprised.

"Hyung, do you like this

place?" "Yes".

"Really?"

Sang-woo asked him. Jae-young, who was always relaxed, seemed neither satisfied nor
dissatisfied. Sang-woo felt sad inside, as he expected to

see him amazed by the night view of the city and admiring the luxurious atmosphere of the
restaurant.

"..."

Jae-young pulled up her chair and sat near the table. The light from the candles in the center
stirred in her eyes. Then a large palm covered the back of Sang-woo's hand.

"Any place I like if I'm with you. It's about time you know" He

pulled Sang-woo's hand, kissed the back and lowered it. Sang-woo felt a little bad seeing him so
relaxed.

"I know, but today is a special day, so I wanted it to be better." "You are so
beautiful today that I can't see anything else."

"..."

"I'm holding back too much to be decent."

Sang-woo looked to his side reflected in the front window. Jae-young seemed to like her new
blue suit. It was worth suffering for two hours going through Yu-na's "Try on this, try on
that".

Meanwhile, the soup and bread came out. Sang-woo ate the soup with a spoon, but he was so
nervous that he only vaguely knew that it was hot and couldn't taste anything. His hands
shook and the spoon collided with the bowl.

"What's wrong with your face? Doesn't it taste good?"

It's just a routine comment, but why does it sound so profound? Sang-woo looked up and met
Jae-young's eyes. Que smiled, dipped the bread into the soup, and brought it to his mouth. He
chewed slowly, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. Its purpose was very obvious. Sang-
woo tried countless times to ignore her, but he couldn't take his eyes off her again.
"Are you seducing me?"

"I'm eating bread. Why? Does that look sexy to you?"

"Now you're seducing me, and it's not the time for either of us." "We're in a hotel. There are
rooms here."

Jae-young smiled and lightly licked the tip of her index finger. Sang-woo felt hot without realizing it,
but he didn't want to fall for that brazen game.

'What the hell is wrong with him?'

Jae-young wasn't an enemy and should be persuaded to make him feel good, but strangely he
felt like a villain trying to ruin his plan. Sang-woo took his eyes off her and ate the soup
roughly. He memorized "100 good words to ask your lover before proposing", but it was
playing separately in his head.

"Does it bother you that I keep flirting with you when you have something important to say, honey?"

"You know that well, then you shouldn't have done it." "I
won't. Look me in the eye."
Sang-woo looked up and made eye contact with Jae-young. Looking at him with a suspicious
look, Jae-young looked innocent as if she hadn't done anything wrong. Sang-woo felt his
vigilance thaw like snow.

"What are you going to do if I get mad at you on a day like this?

What did he do wrong? The fact that he's so attractive? It wasn't his boyfriend's fault if even
the way he ate was sexy. Sang-woo defended Her lover in her mind, she took a deep breath
and recalled the phrase she had memorized beforehand,

“Jae-young, I'm going to make an important proposal today, and before that, listen carefully.”

“Oh, okay.”

“What? What do you think about having someone to support you in life when you have difficult
situations?"

Sang-woo said this while looking deeply at Jae-young. As he made them, he coughed several
times drinking wine. Sang-woo's eyes. He answered with an affectionate look.

"I think that would be very reassuring. Especially for someone as unstable as me, it's
necessary to have a good partner nearby."

"..."

The answer was impeccable, but the ambitious gleam in his eyes seemed somewhat suspicious. Sang-
woo tilted his head to the next question.

"What conditions Do two people need to spend their lives together?" "It's love.
Nothing is more important than love."

Jae-young spoke passionately like an ambassador of the theater and looked directly into Sang-
 woo's eyes.

"Also understanding. Even when they have aspects that don't mesh with each other..."

His eyes slowly changed as he calmly gave an exemplary answer. He clearly looked bright
and intelligent, but for a few seconds, he was laughing like a fool. His concentration relaxed
and his mouth slightly opened.

"Consideration...acceptance..."

Sang-woo had a bad feeling. "Hung?"

"..."

"Hey, Jang Jae-

young." "...huh?"
"Pay attention. Next question. Tell me why you love me." "Oh shit,
it's hot."
“…”

The main course was served. It was the most famous dish in that restaurant, but Sang-woo ate
it without knowing if it went through his nose or mouth. At this point, a very romantic
atmosphere should form, and the excitement should build to the point where Jae-young hears
the proposal and sheds tears. But when he looked at it it seemed like he was spilling
something else.

There is not much time left until the event. I had to change the mood. Sang-woo ate the
remaining pieces of meat and got up from his seat. "I go to the bathroom."
After speaking as low as possible, he left the restaurant.

Standing in the bathroom, she washed her hands with cold water, and her freshness returned.
Sang-woo checked the process so far, to see if he looked good in the mirror. Although it didn't
flow like a movie, nothing was wrong. And there are still many steps.

'I'm exaggerating because I feel impatient. There is nothing wrong with Jae-young. Don't get
mad or ruin everything…we're going to be together.'

Sang-woo looked at himself in the mirror, nodded his head, and then turned his body. There
was Jae-young, who followed him without making a sound. Sang-woo was a bit surprised, but
he also tried to pass, thinking that he just wanted to use the bathroom. However, Jae-young
moved her footsteps and blocked her path.

"Did you
follow
me?"
"Eh..."
Jae-young's hand touched her cheek. It gently lowered to her chin and lifted her face. He
leaned down a bit, put his arms around Sang-woo's shoulders, and put his fingers behind his
neck.

"What's the matter, Chu Sang-woo?"

He smiled as he met a warm gaze. Sang-woo felt weird because he was nervous.
"No problem. I just, I have this and that, but I'm afraid of spoiling the mood."

"The atmosphere is the same as always, why do you feel like this?"

"It's a special day. So I thought it should be a little different." "You and I are
the same. What did you expect to change?"

Jae-young smiled and stroked Sang-woo's cheekbones with his thumb. Forced to laugh, Sang-woo
thought that he was right too.

"It's been almost 500 days since we started dating. You know I've come to love you
constantly, or even more than the first time. Do you need anything else?"

Can not be. This past year and four months have been the happiest times in Sang-woo's life.
He shook his head and fell into Jae-young's arms. Patting her head, Jae-young asked...

"Are you afraid I'll reject your 'proposal'?"

The question was so terrible that Sang-woo flinched. She raised her head and met Jae-young's
eyes. He asked, holding Jae-young's arm tightly.

"No matter what happens, you shouldn't refuse. Do you understand?"

"I don't know, depending on the proposal, I may or may not refuse."

Not knowing anything, the horse was full of laughter. After a soft smile, his lips touched her
forehead. Due to the small contact, Sang-woo forgot his anxiety. Jae-young whispered low.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Since when do you ask?"

"I'm a little scared today."

Sang-woo raised his arm and lowered Jae-young's neck. When he looked up and pressed his lips
together, Jae-young turned the angle and the intensity increased.

Both of them were so excited, that just by kissing and touching their bodies, their behavior
turned abrupt. Sang-woo was very worried about anyone who came through the door, but he
couldn't stop himself. The bathroom door sounded bad because they were pushing. Sang-
woo's back hit the door, Jae-young's neck hit the wall, but she couldn't stand in one place and
her feet kept moving. Then Jae-young pushed the door open with his shoulder and dragged
Sang-woo into the compartment.

"Ah, ah... It would have been nice if we checked into the hotel first." "I did not
say no."
Jae-young pulled Sang-woo's lips and crushed his carefully combed hair. At the same time,
there was a "tak" sound indicating that the door was closed. From then on, everything became
bold.

Jae-young's lips seemed to have fallen to her chin, and before she knew it, she touched him.
He touched her neck and made a sound. He irritated her soft skin with the tip of his tongue,
then licked it nicely and bit lightly. He was the expert who knew best how to arouse Sang-
woo.

Sang-woo struggled to contain his moan, but it was impossible to control when Jang's hand, which
was caressing his thigh, moved towards his groin,

“Not yet…it's not too late. Don't you want to get a room?" "No... No. No."
"That proposal, can't you make it in bed?" "No. We
have to follow... the plan."

Jae-young rubbed Sang-woo's penis on his clothes. Then he grabbed his upper body and caressed
his ears with his lips. Sang-woo grabbed Jae's hair -young, feeling an emotion of joy in front of
his eyes.

"Then there is no choice but to solve it here." Jae-young

put his hand on Sang-woo's belt...
Sang-woo held his hand, but his lips hit each other again at the moment of eye contact. He
couldn't keep his head straight. His pillar, originally aroused by Jae-young's touch, jerked his
head up. Before he knew it, his belt was undone, his pants unbuttoned and his zipper down.
Jae-young groped more openly over his already wet underwear. Sang-woo had a wobbly leg,
but he managed to stand beside Jae-young's shoulder.

"Ahhhhhhhhh...

When I finally did he spat, Jae-young took his hand in his pants and walked over to Sang-
woo. Quickly Sang-woo whispered into Jae-young's ear. He then took her earlobes into his
mouth and lightly bit down on them. Jae-young twisted her body and smiled softly.

"Let's get a room. No matter how much I think about it…" "No!"
Sang-woo dismissed it as such and unzipped Jae-young's pants. He dropped his pants and
grabbed the penis that had been digging into his groin for a while. Jae-young then groaned
and rested her forehead on Sang-woo's head.

"Ah… I'll pass out."

Jae-young muttered as she lowered her underwear. He then kissed Sang-woo roughly. He
grabbed both genitals at once. Sang-woo's tongue, which was moving passionately, stopped.
The strong stimulation made her mind go blank and her thoughts disappeared.

"Honey... are you okay?"

Sang-woo nodded wildly, forgetting even that he was in an unsanitary bathroom. Through
clenched teeth, Jae-young enjoyed the peak of her growing pleasure. Jang Jae-young, a
pervert, was good at everything he did with his body, especially when it came to sex. Between
them, Sang-woo felt a gap that he couldn't reach no matter how much he practiced.

'He's as good at this as art.'

Sang-woo hugged Jae-young's neck, feeling dazed pleasure. The two genitals collided with
each other and dripped into unknown waters. The rhythm quickened

and he groaned. Although his eyes were tightly closed, he could see many colors in his black
vision. Jae-young didn't allow any slack. They were quickly at their peak.

"Oh god hyung, really, you and me…"

"You and me what?"
"No... Later, I'll tell you later." 'Let's live
together forever.'

Sang-woo swallowed his words and clenched his teeth. Still, the moans filtered through, but the
least amount of awareness he could maintain in public was that.

Jae-young's hands, which used to skilfully stimulate the two masts, were now rapidly moving
up and down. Sang-woo pressed his eyes tightly against Jae-young's shoulder. His back and
the back of his head were crushed by the door as he approached. Trembling, Sang-woo's body
trembled at the same rate as the door. Jae-young kept saying her name in a hoarse voice.
Sang-woo had a hunch that the climax was near.

"If it splashes on our clothes... I'll kill you."

It was a piece of 'reason' that he had left. Jae-young responded to Sang-woo's request with a
kiss. And as the speed increased, Sang-woo ejaculated when he thought that it was not
something that humans would do. 100% pure pleasure where no circumstance could
intervene. After the moment when time seemed to stop, the feeling of floating in the air
slowly disappeared and the feet touched reality.

"I thought my arm would fall off."

Jae-young was also leaning on Sang-woo, falling as if he had reached the top at a similar time.
As he breathed as if he had run a marathon, and 'reason', which had been kicked out for a
while, came back.

'I'm crazy…in the bathroom?!'

Only then could he see what they had done at first. The pants of the new suit fell to the
ground, the thighs were sticky with sweat and other substances, and the shirt was covered
with sweat. It was obvious that the hairstyle (three hairdressers joined him when he said he
was going to propose) would have been ruined.

Sang-woo pushed Jae-young's shoulder and wiped his body with a piece of paper. He pulled
up his underwear and put on his pants which fell to the floor again.

Sang-woo's eyes narrowed as he buckled up and checked his wristwatch.

"I
misse
d it".
"What
?"
"They were going to play the violin at eight, but I
missed it." "Oh really?"

Before he knew it, Jae-young, who was wearing pants, gave Sang-woo a light reply causing him
to get angry; He opened the door and went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror
and washed his semen-stained palm.

"Hey, that's great."

They both became magpies, but Jae-young's side was a bit worse. Sang-woo washed his
 hands, brushed his hair roughly, and waited until Jae-young was ready. Jae-young relaxed her
hands, untied her hair, and held the bun in her mouth. Then she raised her arms and tied her
hair back up. It was Sang-woo's favorite posture these days. Looking at him, her anger faded
again. Jae-young smiled as if he had read Sang-woo's mind.

"Violin, what
piece?" "Elgar,
Greetings of Love."
"Oh, I know what it
is!" "Really?"

"Uh. It's heard at weddings when the bridesmaids go out." "..."

No, Sang-woo felt a fever. So, with an unnatural smile and hands on his chest, he left the bathroom,
leaving Jae-young, who was acting as a light for the candle.

When he arrived at the restaurant, the artists were busy arranging the instruments. When he
sat down, the staff approached him and quietly asked if he could do the event he had
requested in advance. Originally, he planned to give himasked them to continue as planned
when his partner returns.

'It's the worst.'

woohe was drenched with sweat from doing sexual acts. He was glad he hadn't messed on his
clothes as he almost did the laundry in the bathroom.

Sang-woo's beloved boyfriend soon appeared. With his hands in his pockets, he walked in
with a relaxed look. and perfect as if nothing had happened. Sang-woo was puffed up with
anger, but drank the water to keep from showing it. She wanted to hold hands with her lover
and talk about the future. She wanted to see him smile and remember the most exciting things
of the past. I wanted to pinch his cheek and tell him how cute he is when he makes jokes.

"I don't know why you get so upset when you get angry."

Who was that shameless man looking at him with a blank stare with his chin in the palm of
his hand? Slowly ruining the event that Sang-woo worked hard for over a month, the villain
who moved his left hand slowly up and down in the bathroom. Sang-woo lost confidence
because he had already used half of the items, which he had prepared, but it had no effect.

Then the hotel staff came over. He gave Sang-woo a bouquet of red roses and placed a slice of
cake in front of Jae-young. On the white whipped cream cake, it said "I love you" like syrup.

"You have to say it yourself, where do you want to go with this?"

As expected, Jae-young was not impressed. Sang-woo desperately gave her a bouquet of
flowers. The plan was to kneel down and hand it over with both hands, but he would look
foolish.

"Uh, thanks."

Jae-young sniffed the flower bouquet, then smiled and set it down beside her. It was his first
normal reaction today. Sang-woo plucked up some courage and urged him to eat the cake
quickly. Jae-young opened the cake with a fork, keeping her eyes on Sang-woo. He put it in
his mouth and murmured, and said,
 "It's not so sweet, it's delicious."
"Hurry up and try some more."
"It's good to see you like this. I'm getting turned on again."

Sang-woo opened his eyes very slowly. They've been living together for 16 months, and
they've been dating every weekend, traveling every month, and having sex regularly, but he
doesn't know what's wrong with them, even dating, he thought.

Waiting for something to get caught on the fork, Jae-young frowned and drank some water.

"I swallowed something weird. I guess

it's..." "what?!"
Sang-woo jumped to his feet and walked in front of Jae-young. He held her shoulder and
looked at her face.

"Open the mouth."

As he forced his chin to open his mouth, Jae-young pushed Sang-woo away. He coughed a
few times as if something was stuck in his throat and tried to drink water again. Sang-woo
took the glass of water from her hand and held it away.

"What's going on?"

Jae-young looked curious but Sang-woo's mind went blank. "Get up, quick. You
have to go to the hospital."
"Why?"

"You swallowed something strange... Get up now."

Sang-woo pulled Jae-young's arm in a hurry, but he stood his ground.

At that time, they had to go to the emergency room or do an endoscopy if he had already
passed his esophagus, Sang-woo's mind was very complicated. It was urgent to leave the
event and take Jae-young to the hospital.

"Wait wait."

Jae-young gently removed Sang-woo's hand and looked alternately at his face and at the cake.
When the fork was raised and mashed the remaining cake, a gold metal appeared at the end.

“…”

Jae-young took the ring with a puzzled look on her face. And Sang-woo stood there for a long
time, feeling like a statue.

Damn...

The unlucky man once said that even if he fell on his back, his nose would break... Murphy's
Law. Sang-woo was averse enough to superstitions, which he normally doesn't believe in at
all, but now they seeped into his head and plagued him.

The blog review he saw said that the proposal boy found the ring in the cake and shed tears of
emotion; instead her boyfriend covered his mouth with his fist and laughed as he wiped the
ring with his napkin.
'At least you didn't buy it.'

Sang-woo sighed heavily and returned to his seat and fell helplessly onto the table.

"Don't put it on yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, his lovely green frog put the ring on his left ring finger.

"Why?"
"No, not
yet."
"No. I'll keep it on."
"...do what you want."

It was a complete disaster. It would be hard for him to sink that far, but the event that Sang-woo
designed with all his heart and soul was going to be ruined without any expected effect.

Sang-woo couldn't remember what happened after that. Was there more food or coffee? He
was struck down and killed for his repeated failures, eating what he was given and sitting with
a blank mind. It seems that when Jae-young pulled her arm and stood up. When he woke up
from his slumber, he was on his way home and driving.

"Achoo!"

When she sneezed, Jae-young turned up the heat on the heater and put the sweater from the
backseat over her shoulder. He was such a sweet lover. He wasn't a bad person, and he knew
he loved him, but why was everything ruined? Sang-woo stepped on the accelerator wanting
to cry.

Jae-young stood still on the way home, his feelings softening considerably. When he saw him
sitting quietly with his bouquet of flowers, he regretted having been angry for no reason.
When he pulled into the parking lot, Jae-young unbuckled his seat belt and turned to his side
to look at Sang-woo.

"Dear".

"What?"

"A round in the car after a long time, what do you think?"

"Get down!"

It was Sang-woo who was obsessed with the idea of killing him. "...it's
okay, Dr. Jekyll."*

*Note: Character from the novel The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr.
Hyde. Jekyll is a scientist who creates a potion or drink that has the ability
to separate the most human from the most evil side of a person. When
Jekyll drinks this mixture, he becomes Edward Hyde, a criminal capable of
any atrocity.
After Jae-young came out with the bouquet, Sang-woo half-heartedly opened the trunk. There
was an explosion outside. Sang-woo went down grimly, hearing Jae-young laugh.
 Jae-young muttered that she didn't know he would have been so prepared and put his arms
around her shoulder, but Sang-woo sighed at her expression. The colored balloons blown with
helium gas and the banner "ChuSangWoo 'JangJaeYoung', which were in the trunk,
perfectly floating in the air, but Jae-young just laughed with amusement and showed no signs
of moving.

“Is there something wrong with the lyrics?

…It looks bad." "You promised not to use it"

"Oh, I did."

Did he choose the wrong font? If he had known this would happen, he would have consulted
Yu-na. While Sang-woo was sullen, Jae- young reached out and pulled the banner. He
separated the balloons, removed the banner, folded it carefully, and held it in his arms.

"I will keep it for the rest of my life."

Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't catch the reaction. Sang-woo spoke helplessly. "Go in first."

"Come with me."

"First of all, come in."

Jae-young looked at Sang-woo's face and said that he knew and headed home. When Sang-
woo saw that he was far enough away, he lowered all the balloons and released the entrance
to deflate them.

"I wanted to make you happy, but it's all messed up."

Sang-woo arranged all the balloons wistfully and closed the trunk. 'But the
truth is important.'
Although all the events seen in the movie and on the internet have failed miserably, Sang-woo
still hasn't given up hope. When he put the balloons down and got home, Jae-young was
waiting at the door. Sang-woo was a bit surprised because he naturally thought he was inside.

"Why are you standing there?"

"Let's go in together. You must have done something inside. Like roses or
candles." “…”
Unaware of Sang-woo's speed, Jae-young hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. And
the door lock activated as it was. He opened the door, humming an expectant tune. The song
cut off for a moment and then resumed again as soon as Jae-young checked the scene in front
of him. A sigh escaped from Sang-woo's lips.

"I'm impressed."
"Do not make
me laugh."
Sang-woo let go of Jae-young's embrace and entered the room, kicking away the rose petals.
He took off his jacket abruptly, hung it on the hanger, opened the refrigerator and drank cold
water.

"... You're angry?"

"Sit there with your mouth shut."

Jae-young looked at Sang-woo and walked over to the sofa, wiping the petals with the back of
her hand, and slowly sat down. Sang-woo chose Jae-young's favorite champagne and gave
him a shot as a courtesy. (The cork flew out of the ceiling and fell toward Jae-young. Sang-
woo expected the cork to hit him in the head, but unfortunately, it caught him in the air.)

Sang-woo turned on the projector he had set up a few hours earlier, after standing in the
center of the heart-shaped candle. Now he has used all the cards he had prepared and there
was only one left, really.

Sang-woo took out the laser pointer from his pocket and pointed at the presentation material.
Several hearts appeared on the screen, and a photo of them together at a ski resort last winter
appeared. Originally, he was going to recite a poem written by his father on the cover screen,
but now he wasn't in the mood to do that. Sang-woo flipped the slide to the index.

1. Existing life plans...

2. Proposal for a change in life plan

3. The cause of marriage

4. Functional guarantee

5. Suggestions

"The PPT smells like Choi Yuna."

"Because Choi Yu-choi made it for me."

"I've missed Bonoxbono for a long time, so it's a shame."

Jae-young blinked with her cushion in her arms. The trembling of a leg seemed charming.

'Please, please don't refuse.'

Sang-woo prayed fervently and took a deep breath. She had never been afraid of introductions
in her life, but right now her hands were shaking with great tension.

"I'll start my introduction. If you have any questions, don't interrupt…raise your hand instead."

"I look forward to it, Chief

Chu." "Silence please!"

Turning the page, Sang-woo's previous life plan was displayed in a graph. Sang-woo sought his
consent by explaining in detail how he originally planned to live, and announcing how he revised
his plan after meeting Jae-young. It was a proposal, not a warning. Because he had to draw a
future for them, not just for him.

He explained it enthusiastically. He also mentioned at what age he planned to marry Jae-

young, why he wanted to be with him for the rest of his life, how to overcome institutional
blind spots, the ideal season and location for the wedding, and the number of guests. Jae-
young did her best to make sure everything was clear so there would be no confusion.
The only audience sat in an arrogant position, sometimes nodding their heads, sometimes laughing
out loud, other times taking photos and videos.

Fortunately, he listened without asking until chapter three to see if the explanation was
correct.

And before long, the introduction entered chapter 4. It was time for Sang-woo to appeal to
what he could do for Jae-young and how beneficial it was. When the laser pointer was
operated, the small letters appeared densely on the screen. It was the winning record.

"Don't let it go. Let's read them all."

Wearing glasses, Jae-young changed her posture and put her upper body forward. He then
asked several questions. He meticulously asked how many students in the school gave the
Right Living Award, which subject received the Scientific Exploration Award, whether they
missed out on the Best Score Award, whether they had studied before the math competition,
whether the Math Olympiad it was an IQ test, what gun they used to shoot the full shot, and
what was the secret to receiving the Soldier's Special Award. Sang-woo answered all the
useless questions truthfully and flipped the slide to the next page.

[Safe Functional]
Programming - PC/Web/Mobile Applications (Java, Python, C, C++, C#, etc.)
Computer Repair/Assembly
mental arithmetic, memorization
GAME - All genders play together
Korean - Correction possible
English - TOEIC 990 points, writing, and simple
conversations Chinese - 6 credits, simple conversation
available

Driving - Ordinary Type 1 Driver's License

Martial Arts - Taekwondo Level 4 Black Belt Certificate

Exercise - Soccer, Basketball, Table Tennis, Badminton, Shooting, Bowling
( Beginner), Billiards (Beginner), Skateboard (Beginner), Snowboard
(Beginner)
Swimming: Freestyle, Backstroke, Stroke.
First Aid - CPR Training Completed Cleaning - Gokmun Elementary
School 2nd Year Cleaning Award Simple Food Cooking (Recipe
Required)

Jae-young carefully read and said a word. "Why didn't

 you add 'sex'?"
“…”

It made sense. Sang-woo walked over to the laptop and wondered if it should be included in
the "exercise" item and entered it separately on the bottom line. Jae-young nodded as if
satisfied.
"Last four slides. If you have any questions, I'd like you to ask them." "Is this the last time?

Nothing is more important. Any travel plans?

Any vacation plans? What's your hobby?"

Sang-woo couldn't beat Jae-young's torch and added a slide. Introducing the title 'Another',
Jae-young said as if she had been waiting.

"More than 20 days of the year they must travel together."

Sang-woo's hands busied themselves with writing.

"At least one movie per week, at least one performance per month, at least one trip per season,
and at least two ski resorts per year."

Sang-woo checked the content by typing. It didn't seem like an unreasonable demand because
they are still practicing.

"Activities to be together next year, take notes. Skydiving, bungee jumping, diving,
'troublesome' Camassutra retries, couple tattoos."

"Tattoos?"

"What's wrong with your expression? Don't

you like it?" "...I will do it."
If you can marry him, it's no big deal to paint on his skin. Sang-woo moved his fingers gently.

" Sanctions. No physical contact with another person other than the couple, except the
handshake. The handshake can only be done in public places, and not for use as an expression
of personal privacy."

"Does this also apply to

you?" "Of course".

Sang-woo originally has no physical contact with anyone other than Jae-young. So it was a
much more favorable sanction for him. After writing it, Jae-young put his arms together as if
he had nothing more to say.

"It's finally time."

Sang-woo took a deep breath and touched the last slide. There were only hearts on the pink
background, but no letters. As soon as he waited, a pop song on the subject of the proposal
came out. Sang-woo returned to the heart made by candles and saw Jae-young.

"Mr. Jang Jae-young."

Since he didn't say anything, he let go of her arms and stood up a little. Sang-woo swallowed
 his saliva. And with his mouth open, he vigorously uttered the words he had practiced several
times.

"I love you enough to give up reproduction, which is a selfish gene demand."

"Wait a minute".

Jae-young turned on her cell phone camera and listened to Sang-woo. "Tell
me that again."

"It's already
gone." "..."

"I want to marry you in six years and spend the rest of my life with you. I will always make you
happy like I am now. I promise."

Sang-woo said confidently. He was an expert who knew how to make Jang laugh. "If you
like the proposal, wear a ring on your finger to accept it."

Jae-young was already wearing the ring, but Sang-woo pretended not to see it. Now you have
done all you can and only the other person's decision remains. Sang-woo closed his eyes tightly.

"I agree".

But the answer came less than a second later. When he opened his eyes, Jae-young was
smiling and putting down his cell phone. Sang-woo felt hesitant at her joy.

"So easy?"

"Then I must refuse?"

"Not at all, but it's a lifelong decision, and you'll have to think about it." "What
do you want me to do? You'll kill me if I refuse."
Jae-young smiled languidly and opened her arms. There is nothing you can do about it. She
has no choice but to approach him and give him a hug.

As he got closer, Jae-young hugged Sang-woo tightly as if to crush his waist.

"I ask my hyung, who is a libertine person, to compromise... So, I forced you to answer?"

Sang-woo asked quietly. Jae-young untied her hug and looked at him.

"This is the fifth time I've heard that question, and it's hard to answer." "You've never
answered correctly before."
"I have always answered you with all my heart."

Jae-young pulled Sang-woo's waist and put him on her lap. Sang-woo felt his neck tingle and
checked Jae-young's answers.

"What did you say when I first asked you about that?..."

"I hugged you without answering. It was nice to see you snort, but can I see you like that again?"
The next day, Sang-woo was absent from class because he had too much sex that night, and Jae-
young took a leave of absence from work on the pretext of poor health.

"The second time?"

"I said 100 times that I agreed. But you thought it was a joke because it was too exaggerated."

"Third."

"I said I'd be arrested in handcuffs." "

Weren't you drunk that day?"
"That's right"

"How can I believe what someone so weak-minded from alcohol says?" "The fourth
time I asked you.......... “
I was whispering that I loved you.”

Sang-woo pulled Jae-young's cheek with a stern look. It was obvious that he had never
answered correctly the previous times, that she should marry him. But Jae-young still seemed
a bit cheeky.

"It's fine. Enough is enough, call me 'Honey' to celebrate your success in the proposal." "...no,
you're not my husband yet."

"You're like a husband now, even with a ring on."

She held Sang's waist. woo with one arm and held out his left hand to see the ring. His gaze
turned to Sang-woo's left hand.

“Where's yours?”
“I don't wear
rings.”

Jae-young frowned. Sang-woo's face displeased and he pulled the gold ring from his finger,

"This is a funny guy. Am I the only one who has committed? Wash it well and return it tomorrow."

"What?"

"I didn't even like the design anyway. It's not some kind of gemstone ring…”

Sang-woo was surprised. No matter how fickle, there was no point in accepting the proposal
and returning the ring.

Sang-woo didn't wear rings. So he thought it would be reasonable not to buy it. at all, instead
of buying it and not using it. Sang-woo got up from his lap because he was so disappointed in
Jae-young, who was looking at his cell phone lying on the sofa as he left him alone.

"Where are you going?"

Jaeyoung immediately grabbed him by his waist and sat him back down. As soon as he
opened his mouth and tried to fight him, Jae-young put his cell phone in front of him. There
was a photo of a glowing white ring on the website. Sang- Woo looked alternately at Jae-
 young's face and gadget without knowing the words. When Jae-young changed her eyelash
with a casual look, another design appeared.

"I've been looking at a couple of rings lately. I couldn't choose because they were both pretty. See
which one is better.

” “Huh? Uh…"

Sang-woo looked closely at the screen, feeling struck. The rings in the picture were both
platinum. The first had various small jewels and the second had spiral patterns. Sang-woo's
gaze found the price on one small information window under the picture.

'Which ring is only 10,000 won each? It must be plated.'

If you're going to make the ring cheap, why did you go out of your way to plan all those top-
notch events? Sang-woo knew that rings weren't just worn for beauty, but as a symbol of
constant love. So he wanted to say no, but at the same time he couldn't because Jae-young
seemed to like it. Sang-woo wanted to hear what his lover wanted. After much thought, he
said

"It's still an engagement ring, but it's a bit cheap. " "This is a dollar."

"...it's ridiculous overconsumption."

"Excessive consumption, you say? Says whoever has done all this to commit himself."

Sang-woo had nothing to say. Although it was ten times more expensive than the average
market price of wedding rings, Jae-young's attitude that she should choose between the two
naturally hurt her confidence. If you don't like another candidate for no reason, you can say
you don't want to get married because of that fickle personality. Sang-woo was forced to point
to the first ring.

"I think that's good."

"Yes. Shall I reserve now? We can try them on at the store next week." "...Yes."

"What number do you need?"

Jae-young looked at Sang-woo's hands for himself, muttered, “It would be fine if he was the
same size as me,” and booked the ring in an instant. He smiled triumphantly and took Sang-
woo's hand.

"You have to wear a ring. Or I won't marry you." "Look,

I don't wear rings or things like that."
"No, when I'm walking down the street, at work, and someone stands next to me while I'm
buying a hamburger, I'm going to show them my ring. 'I have a lover'."

'I'm in a relationship, I'm not single, I have a boyfriend.'¹ He practiced so often in Jae-young's
private lessons that Jae-young made him repeat phrases like

"I am
engaged "
“ai am
 ingeich". *
"My partner is waiting for me at home."

'My lover should not be angry, I am getting married soon, it is safer to give me up, my partner
is very dirty, no one looks better than my man, my lover is more handsome than you²', etc.
After letting it go, Jae-young smiled and said,

"Okay."

Sang-woo sighed softly, feeling on edge. Jae-young seemed happy. He held Sang-woo's
cheeks in the palm of his hand and kissed his lips, chin, forehead, nose, both eyes, cheeks, etc.
indiscriminately. The corners of his mouth never turned down.

Notes:
*It is the English pronunciation of Sang-woo
1) All these phrases are in English, Jang makes him repeat them.

two) These phrases are also in English.

"hyung".

"Yes?"

"You must be happy to have received a surprise proposal."

"...surprise?" *hahahahahahaha
"Yes. Surprise."

"You're always singing about getting married, so what do you mean 'surprise'? "Then hurry up and
say that today is the happiest day in the world."

When did all this happen? Sang-woo was obviously sitting on Jae-young's lap, and he was lying
on the sofa with his head back. Jae-young slowly swept Sang-woo's cheeks with the back of his
hand. A face turned against the light had a picturesque smile. pity the camera in the room.

"I'm terribly happy. Not just today, but every day. I've been like this ever since I met you."

Sang-woo gave the horse a big smile. He barely drank, but he felt a little drunk on wine.
Being stunned was certainly out of the ordinary. Sang-woo said, putting his hand on the back
of Jae-young's hand.

"I wanted to give you an exceptional day like it happens in the movies. The process was a
mess, but the result is a happy ending, so that's not bad, right?"

Jae-young smirked, wrapped her arm around Sang-woo's shoulder, and put an arm between
his calf and thigh. His body was lifted up and Sang-woo almost cried out. He held Sang-woo
in his arms, turned around, kicked in the door, and went to bed. His vision changed and he felt
dizzy.

Soon, Jae-young threw Sang-woo on the bed and jumped on his body. He pressed his wrist for
fear of tearing his clothes and puncturing his face. Then, she opened her eyes gently, smiling
as if she had.

“…”
 Sang-woo blinked, unable to adjust to his lover's strange behavior, and Jae-young's hands,
which were holding both wrists, slipped and gently clapped. Serious expression was neither a
comedy genre nor an action genre. Sang-woo slowly closed his eyes, feeling his heart
pounding.

Jae-young's lips touched him slowly as if in slow motion. He grabbed Sang-woo's lips and
gently licked them with his tongue. It was a genre of romance without a doubt. He was
capable of being so romantic without candles and bouquets. For 16 months, he thought that he
had theoretically conquered love through professional books and movies, but he still had a
long way to go.

As the kiss deepened, the thoughts gradually faded, and the emotions came alive. The feeling
of having achieved her goal, the uplifting feeling of overflowing love, and the possessive
desire to keep this man by her side forever.

"How's it going, now, like a movie?"

Jae-young slowly moved his lips away as he said that, Sang-woo thought the question was
funny.

"I haven't seen a guy as attractive as you in the movies."

"Where did you learn to say that? You're just trying to seduce me, aren't you?"

Jae-young tickled his side with her hand. Sang-woo twisted his body with a burst of
physiological laughter.

"Oh no!"

As he played harder, Sang-woo turned around and started fighting Jae-young. Tears welled up
from laughter. This fight was unconditionally disadvantageous for Sang-woo. This is because
Jae-young tickled her sides, armpits, and neck.

"I can not take it anymore."

He didn't sound like Jang Jae-young. The lack of laughter in his voice made Sang-woo
nervous. The violently shaken bed became silent. Jae-young took a heavy breath and
continued speaking.

"What happens after you manage to propose, you know, according to the movies?"

Jae-young's weight dropped and soon the lights went out. And the romantic genre changed.
This time, Sang-woo knew very well what gender it was.

Semantic error Volume 4 | Chapter 5

Hello World! (3)
"How do I look?" Jae-young asked with a trembling voice. Sang-woo looked at him and
replied.

"You look handsome".

"Don't joke around, what do I really

look like?" "Is seriously."
 Raising his arm, Sang-woo stopped walking and looked Jae-young up and down. There was a
satisfied smile on his mouth.

"You look more friendly and naive than usual."

Sang-woo took out the giant camera on his shoulder and took some photos. It looks like he
took 100 photos in the morning, but he kept hitting the shutter randomly. Jae-young left his
lover who lost his objectivity and checked himself one last time.

The hair that had grown for half a year was cut off. He was wearing a modest black coat, a
white shirt under a dark blue tulle sweater, and beige cotton pants with black shoes. In her
hand was a set of high-quality Japanese sweets and a box of pears.

"
G
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a
t
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Seeing Chu Sang-woo's eyes turn into hearts, he felt calmer.

"Are you going to do that in there? Leave the camera in the

car." "No, I'm going to take a picture of the house."
"...yes. Who's stopping you?"

Jae-young patted Sang-woo's head. He was holding the camera up to his face with one eye
closed. Sang-woo's subject, a two-story detached house, seemed like a 666-story dungeon to
Jae-young. Jae-young swallowed hard at the sight of the brown building with no polished
walls. Sang-woo lowered the camera and carefully put it into a case.

"I didn't know I'd be coming home to you. It feels weird." "I
feel even weirder."
"Why?"

"I feel like throwing up now, so be quiet. You remember everything I said in the car, don't
you?"

"Of course".

"I'll take care of it, so don't say an unnecessary word. Okay?" "Yes."
 Sang-woo looked excited in that place. The response seemed to be lukewarm, and somehow
not as reliable as usual. That's how they got to the door. Jae-young was flustered and looked at
the plate with two names written vertically next to each other.

'How did this happen?'

It was too late to ask. As Sang-woo pressed the doorbell, the chance to run away had already
disappeared. Jae-young straightened her back, trying to put a soft smile on her face. Then he
remembered how he was forced into this situation.

***

"I'll be back from Daejeon next Saturday. I'll be back the next day," Sang-woo said last week.

His semi-annual visit to his home has never been pleasant. But the only reason that really
bothered her this time wasn't just because she wouldn't see her boyfriend for two days.

"Are you going to tell your

parents?" "What thing?"
"The proposal".

His mouth stopped when he was diligently chewing rice. Sang-woo's dark eyes turned to Jae-young.

"When I go home, my father always asks me if I have good news to tell. In fact, I will have to say it."

His eyes went to Jae-young and he went back to the fried rice.

"If he doesn't ask you, don't say it."

Jae-young had, until now, prevented Sang-woo from revealing their relationship to his family.
Sang-woo naively told him that dating was private and therefore parents couldn't interfere.
But what parents would be happy that their son was living with another man? Jae-young didn't
want to have a conflict with a harmonious family.

"What am I supposed to tell my father? I'm sure he'll ask me what's the happiest thing that's
happened to me lately. I've never…"

He definitely wanted to talk about it. Sang-woo sometimes spoke in a rather open and direct
manner. But the method he used was not good enough to express his inner self. Jae-young put
the fried rice in her mouth and chewed on it. She promised to marry him and they were about
to go to a foreign country. She also understood his desire to let his parents know. Sang-woo
grew up in a harmonious family environment, unlike him.

"So will you tell

him?" "Yes".

"..."

Still, I didn't expect him to reply as if he had waited so long. "You'll say?"

"I'm engaged to the man I live with. The wedding will be in six years, I hope you'll come"

"Hey, are you crazy? No. You have to explain the post-war situation well." "How?"

Sang-woo looked confused. Jae-young took her hand and explained it step by step. Why she
couldn't say she was dating a man so lightly, what kind of story she should tell first to soften the
mood, and what steps she should take to bring it up. Sang-woo's parents will be shocked in the
same way, but it was better to smooth things over earlier.

"The conclusion is the same anyway."

"What have you heard so far? People think differently. I'm not sure they accept it"

"I don't know."

He thought he had gained some human ability during the year and a half they had been
together, yet he was still somewhat inhuman at times like this. Jae-young thought it was
natural for Sang-woo to go home with such an attitude, but it broke her heart to imagine that
his parents would kick him out because of their relationship.

"I have a solution" Sang-woo said.

Jae-young waited for her next words without any expectation. "You can
speak them for me."

"What?"

Jae-young laughed as if he was puzzled but Sang-woo's face was serious. There were no signs
of a joke.

"Yes, you can. You can go and

explain it." "Me? Your mother
and father?"

Nodding his head. Sang-woo smiled with a look of perfect solution. Jae-young seemed to be the
daughter-in-law of the Chu family. He sat open-mouthed for a while before beckoning to Sang-
woo. woo." Then he put down his spoon and walked over. Jae-young hugged his boyfriend's waist
and looked into his eyes. But before he opened his mouth, Sang-woo took the lead.

"I'm not forcing you."

It was a attack of looks. The words meant to be cool and made an incredibly anticipatory
expression. Normally he asks for what he needs, but why is he acting like that now? Jaeyoung
felt his heart weaken and patted Sangwoo's back.

"Do you want me to come with you? and talk to your

parents?" Sang-woo nodded without hesitation. "I want to
show you. I want to show you off."
Jae-young had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to turn down this crazy act.

How could I let him do that alone? If he was going to be expelled, it would be better to be expelled
together. Jae-young muttered with a sigh.

" I'll have to cut my hair first." "Too

bad. He's grown a lot."
"You don't seem to regret it at all."
"Isn't it obvious? Short hair looks better on you.”

***

He canceled the word “inhuman” for Sang-woo even canceled the fact that he thought he was naive.

The fact was that Jae-young was in this terrible position because of a little fox (his mpvio).

"Is Sang-woo here?"

When a man's thick voice was heard from inside the door, his body stiffened. Maybe Jae-
young was going to get a slap from him today.didn't even wear his glasses.

Soon there was a click of the lock and the door swung open wide. "Huh?"
The old man's face, which had lit up when he saw his son, was full of astonishment. Jae-
young bowed politely and stood up again. He wanted to smile softly, but it didn't work.

'Shit, no matter what I say, I shouldn't have come.'

The man was dressed in a brown shirt and crimson pants. His eyes were soft and comfortable,
and he seemed less wrinkled for his age. He didn't look much like Sang-woo to the point of
not looking like his blood father.

Sang's father -woo was a 55-year-old poet. He had three poetry books published, one of which
was a success. He bought it and read it, but it was so romantic that Jae-young didn't like it. He

looked closely at Jae-young then turned to Sang-woo,

"Welcome. How did you get here?"

"I drove."

"Wasn't there a lot of

traffic?" "Not really."

Sang-woo treated his father as if he had seen him the day before, even though half a day had
passed. and his father, who didn't even ask him who was standing next to him, was equally
strange. When Jae-young looked at him, Sang-woo pointed at him as if he had only thought of it.

"It's Jang Jae-young, Father ."

"Oh...I was wondering who was standing there! Nice to meet you, Jae-young. The one who
lives in the same house with my Sang-woo…isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," Jae-young said, holding out his thick hand. "Nice to meet you."
This is the first time in his life that he has had such a strained voice.

"What have you bought?"

Sang-woo's father smiled, taking the gift from Jae-young's hand. Seeing him smile brightly, Jae-
young felt sick.

"Come in, come in. I can't believe I brought a friend home. The sun will rise in the west tomorrow."

"He is not a friend."

 Jae-young stepped on Sang-woo's foot. Then he fell silent. "Honey,
honey. Sang-woo, well, he brought a friend!"

After Sang-woo's father broke into the house, Jae-young reluctantly took off her shoes.

The porch was so clean that it made him feel a bit uncomfortable. There was not a single shoe
and there was no dust on the shoe rack. Sang-woo opened the shoe cabinet, wore a pair of
slippers with "Chu Sang-woo" on the front, and took out the ones that said "guest 1" and gave
it to Jae-young. Then in the living room, there was a woman who was obviously Sang-woo's
mother.

"Hello..."

While sitting in a straight posture, she lowered her glasses a bit and looked at Jae-young. Jae-
young was stabbed to death by that serious look, which was actually neither very sharp nor
very scary. The woman had a slim face, a slim body, and an atmosphere surrounding her
showed that she had been a beauty in her youth. Still he had a strong charisma.

Fifty-three years old, a chemical researcher, who had been working in a company for 20
years. The moment Sang-woo's mother looked at him as if to speak to him, her husband said,
putting the gift package on the table,

"Honey, you know, this is Jae-young… He lives in the same house as Sangwow."
"You mean him… that friend."
"Yes, yes. The friend."

"That's weird. He's never brought a friend home before."

"That's right, it never happened in grade school."

The woman looked at Sang-woo as if she had lost all interest in Jae-young. "Oh, is Sang-
woo here?"
"Yes, how are you?"

"Fine. How is your health?"

"I stay healthy." "It seems."
Jae-young sat idly by listening to the dry conversation between mother and son. He wasn't
surprised, since he often heard them talking on the phone. The conversation cut off there, but
no one seemed uncomfortable. As Sang-woo went up to the second floor without saying a
word, Jae-young sat at the end of the sofa feeling embarrassed.

"You have decorated the house beautifully."

Even though Jae-young was nice, she couldn't say "mother".

The old house had an ancient aura, although it didn't have that sensual touch. On the wall
there were several paintings of the sea that would have been painted by an unnamed artist and
a Korean scroll, which was the poet's taste. All the wooden furniture, including the table and
shelves, looked as old as the house, but with the passage of time, it felt like a luxury brand
whose value increased.

"It's my husband's taste."

 Said Sang-woo's mother as she closed the book and went to the kitchen. Jae-young stood still,
feeling awkward. He had been to his friends' houses and had been nice to his parents. The
problem is that Sang -woo wasn't just a friend. It wasn't easy to think that the result would be
in vain.

"Yes, is it okay to live with Sang-woo?"

Then Sang-woo's father sat next to him and said affectionately. " Oh yeah. I'm having
fun."

"It's great that you've endured more than a year. Jae-young, I guess you have the same tastes as
Sang-woo. I'm sure you have a clean personality."

Neither was true, but Jae-young smiled and nodded.

"Not a usual bet. I don't know how amazing it is to share a house with someone. It's worth a
try. When I was young, I used to live with my older brothers to save my living expenses, but
all the memories I went to play with back then have become active now."

As the man laughed, his eyes narrowed and folded like a crescent moon. Jae-young
understood where Sang-woo learned to smile.

"You said you're older than Sang-woo, right? Did you graduate?"

"Yes, I have been working for two years. And please feel comfortable addressing me."

"Oh, so what should I call you?" "If you

could call me Jae-young…"

"So Jae-young is like Sang-woo… Are you, uh, electronic programmer?" "No, I work in visual
design. I graduated from art school."

"Is it an art career? How do you two communicate?"

The poet asked curiously, but was interrupted by a voice calling him 'honey' from the
kitchen. After the man ricocheted off like a bullet, Jae-young was left alone.

As he sat, She found several frames on the shelf. Jae-young got up and looked closely at some
family photos and some siblings playing together.

'What, you were so pretty'

She muttered inwardly and picked up the mobile phone camera. When she took a first shot of the boy
holding the toy, Sang-woo came down from the second floor.

"Why did you leave me alone?"

Jae-young gave him a small claim with a small pout, but Sang-woo came down and sat on the
sofa with a look of ignorance.

They sat in silence for a long time. Sang-woo seemed comfortable in his own home, but Jae-
young was restless. He eventually went into the kitchen and tried to help prepare the food, but
when he felt Jae-young's questioning gaze Sanf-woo's mother and the un ho's scolding Saying
that the guest was not doing that, he was forced to leave.
 The meal began exactly at six o'clock. Each had a thin plastic pedestal in front of the table,
with a bowl of soup, rice, and

personal plates on it. A cup of water was placed in a cup holder and a spoon in a small fraud
holder. Nothing was unmatched or out of use. Everything was arranged at an angle where it
was supposed to be.

"It's been a long time since you've been home. Eat a lot, Sang-woo." "Yes".

"Jae-young, I hope you like it very much."

"Yes, thanks for the food."

Seaweed soup, fish pancake, bulgogi, and some vegetables. There weren't many of them, but he
seemed worried about the arrival of his son. However, the atmosphere of the food, which did not
go back and forth, was suffocating. No one but Jae-young seems to be uncomfortable. Apparently
the environment of that house was like that originally.

Jae-young ate without knowing if the food went into her mouth or her nose. As he ate, Sang-
woo's father spoke.

"Did you finish school well?"

"Yes. If you're curious about my grades… last semester they were all A+'s. I studied less
because I was busy getting jobs, but those were the results."

His father wouldn't have asked him that exactly, but he was proud of his grades. Sang-woo
was being talkative in front of his parents. Maybe if someone other than them had asked him
the same question, he would have only answered with a 'yes'

"Has anything good happened lately? Besides the fact that you've been looking for a job."

"...I can not tell you."

His father changed the question instead of insisting on it. "Have you
made any friends?"
"No".

Sang-woo ate seaweed soup and continued talking.

"You always ask me. I don't need friends."

"Don't bring up the Black Mamba story."

Jae-young was caught off guard and laughed. He almost spat out the rice paste. As he drank
water while pretending to have something stuck in his throat, Sang-woo's mother intervened.

"No matter what he says, it's up to him. Respect his right to speak."

"We didn't give birth to snakes, yet we're talking about them. We've heard it before."

"No matter how often I say the right thing, it's not enough. Obtaining the wisdom of nature is
a commendable attitude."

There seemed to be a "breathing" sound. Sang-woo's mysterious confidence rose like this. But
Sang-woo's father did not give up.
 "Every human being needs social relationships and you are no exception. You see, you did a
good "Battle Venturi" with the friend next to you."

"It's 'Veggie Venturer.' And this person is older than me. We're not friends."

"Even with a different age it can be a friend. There is also a friendship that is formed
regardless of age."

"I'm not saying that. He's not a friend, he's…"

Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo's knee under the table before he continued talking nonsense.

“Because I was in a sunbae-hobae relationship with Sang-woo. He's also a coworker, so he's not used
to the word 'friend.

“Oh, is that so? Well, Sang-woo is sensitive to the definition of words." 'It's not what
I imagined, but it's not bad,'
Jae-young muttered to himself. It might seem suspicious that the son brought the man he lived
with, but those parents didn't give Jae-young surprising interest. However, Jae-young looked
at the atmosphere sensitively, as she couldn't stay like a shadow.

"Why did you bring him?"

He suddenly forgot how to move his mouth while chewing his food. The attack from Sang-
woo's mother, who had been sitting quietly as if nothing had happened, came too quickly.

"This person..."

Jae-young squeezed Sang-woo's knee.

"Because he's a close hyung. I wanted to show him to my mother."

Sang-woo didn't forget Jae-young's request. He thought he had handled it well, but his mother
seemed upset.

"Hyung? But you only have one noona."

That calm voice gave off considerable force when it spoke. Jae-young inadvertently held his
breath, but Sang-woo responded casually.

"There is a custom in Korean society where people call superiors they trust, even if they are
not related, 'hyung or noona'."

"Is that so? Do you have to go so far as to risk the possibility of confusion in honorifics?"

"When intimacy goes beyond awkward, you have no choice but to call it that."

"Voucher".

Jae-young exhaled the breath she was holding. Although he was relieved, a crisis occurred,
and when it suddenly ended, he couldn't catch the flow of the dialogue. He felt stuffy inside. I
had an upset stomach.

After finishing the meal, Sang-woo's father brought two of the pears that Jae-young bought
and cut them. Quick and smooth cutting seemed to be a skill. Sang-woo's mother ate a few
pieces of fruit and entered the room without saying anything.

Jae-young helped Sang-woo's father carry an empty bowl into the kitchen and offered to wash
the dishes, but was kicked out again. It wasn't until the kitchen door closed that he had a
 chance to talk to Sang-woo alone.

"Why do you have that expression on your

face?" "Why, how do I look?"
"You look like a sleepover"

Jae-young laughed and sat down on the sofa. Considering the parents, he sat a little apart from
Sang-woo, but before long he sneaked up and rested his head on his shoulder. When he buried
his face in her neck and inhaled deeply, there was a teasing sound.

"I noticed that you couldn't stop being alert during dinner." "..."

"Why? Why are you so scared?"

"It's your parents. It's only natural that it's hard for me."

Jae-young closed his eyes and leaned over Sang-woo. Then Sang-woo put his arm around his
shoulder.

"Will I be nervous when I meet your grandfather?"

"Don't think about "
Why?"

"You'll get hurt."

"He's in his seventies, and I don't think he'll push me by force."

Jae-young burst out laughing at Sang-woo's jokes, but was soon embarrassed with the
conviction that it wouldn't be a joke. Come to think of it, she's never heard Sang-woo
admiring the elders. Jae-young firmly decided not to let them meet.

“I'm glad to hear you.”

Jae-young widened her eyes again. After confirming that no one was around, he kissed Sang-
woo's cheek forcefully, and then returned to an upright posture.

"Let's plan the

operation.""What kind of
operation?"
"Honestly, I don't have the confidence to do ittalk to your mother Take your mother's side. I'll
talk to your father."

"Is this a game?"

"The goal is to convey to them about our relationship without getting beaten up or appearing
disobedient. Can you do it?"

"I can do it now."

Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo, who was about to get up, and sat him back down.

"She is proud of her son, who has been raised upright for 26 years . Don't you see what it
means to bring home a boyfriend, not a girlfriend? It will be surprised. I may want to stop
seeing you. In the worst case, family relationships could be severed. Are you ready for that?"
"No."

Sang-woo kept his mouth shut for a while with a confused face. "I don't know. I
am the one who chooses whether I go out or not"
" is true. But..."

"My parents taught me that decisions always come with responsibilities. After I became an
adult, I had to take responsibility for my actions and if something went wrong, no one else
could fix it."

Confidence dawned in his eyes.

"I've watched you for 26 years, and your words and actions have been no different. It would
be a contradiction if they get involved in my relationship."

A vending machine for proper words. A long way to solve all problems with a window of
logic. Sang-woo's attitude was no different, but Jae-young felt confident hearing Those words.
She knew, however, that family was one of the tough pillars that held up Sang-woo's world.
Jae-young felt a surge of affection and apology toward him.

"I hope you're right.

" How surprised he will be Sang-woo if his parents reject him for this incident?

How hurt would he feel? How long will he suffer from guilt? Jae-young faced a straight look
at him with a complicated mind. Then the kitchen door opened.

"Mr. Chu
Sang-woo."
"Yes.
" "Would you like to have a cozy chat with me?" "Yes."

Sang-woo's father walked to the door and took his coat from the hanger. He was carrying an
ashtray and a bottle. transparent in his hand. Sang-woo saw it and went to the kitchen. Then he
came out with a small glass of wine. Jae-young got up and took what was in his hand.

"I'll go instead."

Sang-woo lookedfell to the ground with eyes of agony and looked up to meet Jae-young's
eyes,

"I don't want to burden my hyung. I'll take care of it."

Sang-woo glowered strangely. So Jae-young realized that he liked her a lot. When he opened
his arms, Sang-woo went to him as if it was natural. Jae-young forgot his fear and He hugged
him and the hug gave him great courage. Jae-young lightly touched Sang-woo's forehead and
walked to the front door.

"Wait a minute."

As he put on his shoes, Sang-woo called out to him. He turned and saw something around his
neck. It was Sang-woo's scarf.

"It's cold outside."

 Sang-woo tied his scarf loosely and smiled. There was no other way to smile face to face.

"I'll be right back.

" young waved his hand.

Sang-woo's father was smoking in the courtyard. The view of the hill was calm. The
overgrown garden seemed completely uncontrolled, but only the towering fruit trees were
manly. Jae-young He approached the round wooden table, thinking that this mess would go
well with the poet. Like a stump, the man parted his lips from the cigarette with a look of
surprise on his face.

"Why is Jae-young here? What about Sang-woo?

"I wanted to talk to you, sir, so I told him I'd come instead."

Jae-young put two glasses on the table as if nothing had happened to himwould have passed.
Taking his hand with a bottle of distilled soju, he opened the lid and the poet raised his glass
shakily. When the glass was full, it was Jae-young's turn. Jae-young received the glass
politely and put it down. in front of him.

"It's from an acquaintance who lives in Andong, and it probably tastes good."

He turned his head with a smile and finished smoking. The profile looked lonely. "You must
be sad, right?"
"So...it

. Jae-young turned to his side and followed suit. The strong alcohol seemed to burn his throat,
but he didn't show

it. I am proud that he joined the company where he wanted to get a job since he was young.
That is my baby. Not only is he left with words, he always fulfills

what he sets out to do. I heard it's a very big company, with about 200 employees..."

Sang-woo didn't seem to have explained the company well to his father. As Jae-young knows,
the number of employees is ten times higher.

"It's a job dream for many people, as well as for Sang-woo. He deserves to be proud."

"Right? Besides, he has a friend... It's a surprise. When I first heard that she was going to live
with someone else, I thought she was trying to save her living expenses because I know she is
very frugal*. So I sent him the money and he sent it back because he said he had enough.
That's why I thought I finally had a good friend."

*NOTE: Frugal: which is prudent, passive, thrifty and economical in the

use of consumable resources (such as food or water), as well as
optimizing the use of time and money to avoid waste, extravagance, or
extravagance.
” “Yes.

” “I thought Jae-young would be like Sang-woo. What about math? What about science? I
didn't know you were so "normal"... Oh! Forgive me. I'm not trying to judge Jae-young. It's
just that I thought Sang-woo wouldn't normally associate with other people."

"I understand."
The second glass was filled and immediately emptied.

"How did Jae-young get close to Sang-woo? He only has three friends, as far as I know. But I
think they met because they needed to play or something, but they didn't have a personal
relationship."

Lim Se-won, Kim Choong-ho, and Kim Won-jong. One is an office worker and two are
college students. Only about two or three times a year. They were ordinary kids.

"In the beginning, we met for class assignments and.... "

He left out a lot of information, but nothing was a lie.

"Working together has made us very close by staying in the same space."

"The more I think about it, the more amazing it is. It's a bit embarrassing, but until recently, I
misunderstood my wife...because recently some people are dating between men and between
women."

Jae-young thought the topic would come up. Sang-woo's father looked embarrassed when he
saw her faceI

shouldn't have said that. It was something unimportant. Now that I'm older I say absurd
things."

The man quickly emptied his glass and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Then he took
a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"Give me one too."

The man opened his eyes wideHe looked a little surprised, but soon he handed over his
cigarette and lighter. It tasted stronger than what Jae-young usually smokes. He turned away
from the man and lit the lighter. And for a moment there was only heavy silence. When Jae-
young's cigarette Jae-young was cut in half, Sang-woo's father continued,

“Jae-young will be sad after Sang-woo leaves. They've lived together for over a year."

Jae-young felt that it was finally time. After taking a deep breath of smoke, he took a deep
breath and placed the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Father."

He spoke emphatically so that the man couldn't hearand looked into his gentle eyes,

"Soon I will quit my job and go abroad to study. It's a graduate school not too far from Sang-
woo's workplace, so I'll be living with him there."

Would you have thought that you would apply to the same graduate school three times? Jae-
young chose the latter after considering the option to move to a brand company, while
studying for his master's degree. He wanted to further develop his own design style while
doing experimental personal work. He didn't like working with others' style, so there were
things like that.

The father of Sang-woo opened his mouth wide. The cigarette fell to the ground, but Jae-
young quickly picked it up and threw it into the ashtray before the fire spread across the grass.
The man's eyes that met again were so complicated that it was hard to see the implications.
Whether he was angry, disappointed or desperate, Jae-young couldn't judge.

'Should I at least kneel?'

 He muttered inside himself, feeling puzzled. Time passed as the opponent responded silently.
Jae-young still looked into the man's eyes and opened his mouth.

"I came here to meet you, father, so please listen to me until the end of the dayend."

He just kept his eyes wide open and showed no sign of obstruction. Jae-young steeled himself
as he remembered Sang-woo would be having a similar conversation inside the house.

"We're not just friends. Since July of last year, we have been living in the same house and
having a serious relationship. Same-sex marriage is legal in the state we're going to, so we
plan to get permanent residency and get married in the future. I'm not sure I can get his
permission, but I decided to tell him because I don't think it's right to keep it a secret right
now."

Jae-young really had no intention of acting like a morning drama character. But her body
moved on its own. and put his knee on the ground. Although embarrassed by his actions, Jae-
young was very nervous when he realized that he had provided the best stance to hit his
opponent.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

Sang's father Woo quickly got down from the chair and lifted Jae-young's arm. His grip was
as strong as his age. When Jae-young got up and sat on the chair, a long silence fell between
them.

How long hasSang-woo's father took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He lit a lighter
and offered a case to Jae-young without looking at Jae-young's face. When he reached out his
hands and took one out, he tried to light it himself this time Jae-young approached him with a
cigarette in a state of shock. and strange mood. Soon the flame was lit. Jae-young took a deep
breath.

The poet stayed a few minutes. During that time, Jae-young forgot her nervousness. Now that
he's said it, he felt better, and he can't help it. In any case, Jae-young had no intention of
giving up on Chu Sang-woo just because her parents objected. So they had to overcome
whatever reaction came back.

"You'll be fine?"

But Sang-woo's father's reaction was unexpected. He was calm and showed no signs of anger.
The words were incomplete, making it difficult to understand the meaning. Jae-young had no
choice but to ask her to repeat the question in a silly way.

"What do you mean?..... "

"Even if Sang-woo doesn't look like that, he's an obsessive guy."

The man looked into Jae-young's eyes. Jae-young read the concern around her crinkled eyes.

"He still has the toys I bought him when he was three, he's repaired them dozens of times. The
Lego I bought him when he was five is still there without missing a piece. Not to mention his
forklift."

"...I know a bit about that."

"Once he has decided to have something, he will never throw it away, no matter what. You must
think carefully. Perhaps now is the only time to run."

Jae-young opened his mouth with the feeling of being slapped. "You don't mind
 if I'm a man?"

The man laughed in vain.

"You mean you two are lovers." "Yes."

"Is that what Sang-woo thinks?"
"Yes Yes of course."
"Are you sure? Did you ever hear it from his mouth?" He
stopped with an air of shame.

"I don't know what Sang-woo is thinking by teaming up with Jae-young. I'll tell you something that
might surprise you."

He sighed and looked at Jae-young.

"Sang-woo… although he recognizes sexual desire, he doesn't understand things like love."

The father knew his son VERY well. Jae-young was in a sentimental mood, remembering her
tearful days before she started dating Sang-woo in earnest. The man added after seeing Jae-
young's expression.

"It is not a
joke". "Yes I
know".

"Something weird. He's been smart since he was a kid, but his emotional development is slow.
The joy, the happiness, the affection of a relationship. I've tried hard to

teach him as a parent, but I've always failed. When he was 21, I was so happy that he was
dating a girl from the same school..."

He shook his head.

"He told me it was an experiment to see if the other person was fit for marriage. He said he
didn't know what he did wrong, even though I scolded him a lot, he had nothing to say. It just
didn't work for him... I felt it." for her"

She was a sophomore he met while working part-time at the administration office; whose
essence he liked very much, every time he approached her. But Sang-woo didn't reveal his
name because it was personal information, therefore, it remained an eternal mystery to Jae-
young.

"He is a boy who recognizes that love between parents is also a genetic act for nurturing.
Even though we showed him love and gave him a lot of affection, he didn't understand
much..."

He wondered how he could comfort the father Sang-woo's, but Jae-young said, filling the
empty glass,

“But Sang-woo is very devoted to you guys.”

“What's the point of paying us back the money we've invested in him so far?” We're not a
 bank. "

"..."

"He's my son, but he lacks humanity. It's all my fault... I raised him wrong."

Looking at the man with both hands around his head, Jae-young smiled warmly. He also had a
similar idea. But now many things have changed.

"Don't say that. I can see how much Sang-woo likes his home and how much he respects his
parents."

"Jae-young, unlike Sang-woo, is good at talking in vain…"

"No, I'm serious. Sang-woo has grown up to love well. His original temperament may be a bit
straight and inflexible, but I think your parents' influence has been very significant…”

“Love? Sang-woo?”

“Sang-woo has changed a lot, Father. He is good at expressing affection, he is jealous, and he
repeats everything another person does. I also received a proposal from him. I couldn't refuse
it."

Sang-woo's father had a look of disbelief on his face. Jae-young took out her cell phone and
showed him a captured message for her to see.

Chu Sang Woo♡♡: I love you♡♡♡♡ 11 months ago...

"...You made him do it, right?"

The man opened his mouth wide with a surprised face. In fact, he was forced to do it, but Jae-
young didn't bother to reveal it.

"He was a kid who refused to use words that were vague in his concept, even if everyone else
did, like on Father's Day."

Sang-woo's father muttered with a hurt face. Although it was not the right time to feel
superior, Jae-young had to lower her lips.

"Sangwoo isn't good at expressing himself, but he's honest with his feelings. He says he's
happy when he's happy, and sad when he's sad."

The proud words came out of his mouth. Jae-young hoped her comments didn't sound like
bragging. At the same time, he thought he deserved the Nobel Peace Prize this year.

"And since he has his logical thinking and the understanding is mutual, there's no need to
fight. There are times when he's disappointing, but he always improves."

Sang-woo's father weakly nodded. He felt spellbound after seeing the message.

"I don't know if a year and a half seems like a short time to you. So, I'm afraid to say this,
but…"

Contrary to his humble words, Jae-young was full of conviction. A year and a half never
lacked him, enough to make a decision that threatened his life.

"I have never seen anyone like Sang-woo in my life. I love your son with all my heart."
 There was no plan to say such a cliché, but it was rare for Jae-young's life to go as planned
anyway. It will be different because he will be with Chu Sang-woo all the time.

"I'm embarrassed and sorry to be a man, but if I get your permission, we'll have more trust in
our relationship."

Jae-young said proudly. The feeling of anxiety and fear had already disappeared.

After a bit of silence, Sang-woo's father sighed and answered, looking at the ground.

"You like Sang-woo, I understand, but I don't give you my permission."

It was a vague answer, but it was a pretty good answer. Jae-young has been groomed to take
the position.

"Try to talk to my wife. I have no authority in this house…"

The figure of the head of the family with his head down looked pitiful. "Does she have many
objections?"

"No, it's the opposite, it's... You probably don't get it. I could say they're like two electrons in an
atom."

"Yeah..."

Jae-young thought it was a good thing to leave her mother's side to Sang-woo. There was a
persistent silence for a while.

"Jae-
young.
.."
"Yes."

"Thank you for being honest. However, I am confused at the moment. If you have nothing more
to tell me, I would like to be alone." said the poet, lighting a cigarette. Jae-young nodded and
stood up. As soon as he was about to say he was going in, he was curious.

"Can I ask you a question before I go?" "Of

course".

"How did you meet mother?"

The man start laughing. He looked at Jae-young and answered.

"When I worked in Seoul and traveled by bus... I always saw a girl sitting in the same seat at
the same time every day. She was an eye-catching beauty."

"Ah..."

"I wrote a poem and delivered it to him once a month, but he didn't reply for over a year. One
day he said, 'Follow me, your grammar is wrong.'"

"..."
"It's not a romantic story for a poet who writes love poems,

is it?"

It was hard to say that even those empty words were true. Jae-young tilted her head, blocking
her mouth with her fist as she was about to burst out laughing.

On the way home, with the low laughter as the background, the bright moon shone
beautifully. Jae-young missed Sang-woo a lot.

He turned the handle and the door swung open gently. Entering a tidy porch, Jae-young took
out a pair of slippers from the cobbler that said "guest 1" and put her own shoes on the spot.

The room was dark, and lights filtered in from the room next to the stairs. When I went up to
the second floor, he walked past the room with the door slightly open. He overheard a
conversation between the hat and the cap.

"So how did you catch him?"

"I made an unusual proposal and arrested him with a ring."

"You are very wise. The best way to capture spouses in all walks of life."

"He's an innocent person, so I convinced him by putting something shiny on his finger.
Maybe I feel a little embarrassed."

"And so is your father. He never thought he would be captured for life, and he was ecstatic."

Jae-young laughed in a ridiculous way. When he put his hand in his pocket, he touched the
thin ring he had left out for hours. Jae-young took it out and placed it back on her fourth
finger.

"He's handsome, isn't he?"

"I don't know. If I compare it to your father when he was young…"

"That's not true. You have completely lost your objectivity. I feel the after effects of love once
again."

Holding back her laugh, Jae-young walked closer to the door and listened. "By the way,
are you having safe sex with a medical checkup?"
"No... but we always use condoms." "That's
a relief."

"In fact, I must confess, I always anticipate my desires and enjoy my excessive sex life.
Sometimes I feel that I have lost my humanity. It stimulates my sexuality just by making eye
contact. If there were any harmful bacteria, it would have been a problem because It had been
broadcast before."

"Now that I see you, you look like your

dad." "Blood doesn't go anywhere."
"I had 14 different kinds of medical tests, including gonorrhea, before I got involved with
your father. You should do the same."

"Okay. Now that I think about it, I think I was careless. I'll schedule a doctor's appointment
 tomorrow."

Apparently, it was all over the place. He knew he would be embarrassed if he was caught
spying, but Jae-young couldn't help worrying about what mother and son were talking about.

"You look like you're

having fun" "Because
it's fun." "Why are you
so happy?"
"My life has boomed since I started dating him. I can't wait to get married. I want a more
stable relationship. No matter how many times I wear the ring, I feel anxious and I think I
need to be legally handcuffed to feel safe."

"Of course, it's psychology. Everyone prefers stability."

"I don't understand how I could have endured so much while I was in my last year of college."

Jae-young leaned her back against the wall and quietly listened to Sang-woo's unusual voice
today. She couldn't stop laughing.

“How are you sharing the house?”

“I'm in charge of laundry and cleaning, and my hyung is in charge of cooking. He forgets to
throw away the food waste though, so I do it for him."

"What do you mean by that? Aren't you eating well?" "It's not that,
he just tends to be a little lazy."
"Well, so is Sang-hee."

"How can you compare them? The monster will surely remain the first human being whose
legs have deteriorated. He just... he's a little lazy sometimes. Maybe it's because he's tired
when he comes home from work.”

Her soft voice sounded sweet.

“Sang-hee also brought her lover last month. They said they planned to get married next
year."

"I know. I wonder if he knows who she really is?"

"Surprisingly, her boyfriend lives with her, so the flaws in her lifestyle are less apparent."

"He's a fraud. You'll find out when you get

married." "Are you free from such a problem?"
"I don't know. Sometimes, to make Jae-young feel the same way, I deliberately turn my socks
inside out and take them off for about six hours. Then there are times when I feel self-
destructive."

'Does he do that?'

"Sometimes I buy literary books to impress your father. I don't read them.

" "I know what you mean. I also learn to skate every weekend these days."

"How's that?" "Wait.

 I'll show you."

The room was silent for a moment. Then there was a voice he heard somewhere.

- Look carefully, Sang-woo. You push the tail with your heels right? But you
can't touch the ground. If you do it wrong, it will flip over and you will hit your
head.
- Where do I press it?

- In the heel. It's hard to explain in words, but you have to balance it with your
shoulders. I'll show you again. So... do you want to try it? It's faster that way.n.
- Wait a minute. I'm shooting a video right now.

The video cut off when the skateboard made a friction noise with the ground. Choo Sang-woo
wants to show off himself to his parents. I was doing very badly. It was a great prize.

"Why are you doing this?" said his mother, who had been silent for some time.

"I think he prefers it because it feels more intense than running." "It's
not a means of getting around, right?"
"No, it doesn't have a motor, so it's inefficient to call it a means of transportation. It's quite
fun. I felt really bad last week and got a bruise here. It's gone now."

"You should be careful."

"And I have to travel once a season and see a movie once a week." "You must be a saint."

"It doesn't bother me because it's kind of like dating."

"He's bigger than you, so he's not physically damaged, right?" "Don't worry."
"That's enough."
"Any other
questions?" "No."

"So shall we go upstairs?"

"I haven't seen you in a while, but let's talk more nonsense. Talking to you makes me feel
better."

"Okay, then tell me about the research you did recently." 'That's definitely filial
affection.'

Jae-young smiled brightly. He was especially careful not to creak the ancient stairs

. Sang-woo was right. His parents were people who respected their son's decision and tried to
understand it. They weren't interested in Jae-young. The father was only interested in his son's
feelings, and the mother only cared about his well-being. Probably, even if Sang- woo would
 have brought an alien, and not another man; they would have had the same reaction.

'I'm sorry for some reason'

Jae-young smiled, thinking of such a blessing. There was a bathroom and two rooms on the
second floor. The first door was covered with stickers. At least I was sure it wasn't Sang-
woo's room. Looking closely, there were letters written with a purple pen.

Sang-Hee's room~☆☆★ Nobody

come in! (Especially Sang-woo)
He drew something like a cloud next to Sang-woo's name, and it was probably a lettuce. Jae-
young walked forward and stood in front of the clean door. Somehow, her heart was
pounding, so she took a deep breath and opened the door. He knocked against the wall and
laughed as soon as he turned on the light.

"Well, this is the Chu Sang-woo Museum."

Jae-young looked up and looked across the small room.

The children's science series were packed into a bookcase that filled one side of the wall.
When I made a copy, it was written <Why does the galaxy exist?> on the cover of the sticky
design. They all looked old, but mostly "How do the wheels work?" and "Why the numbers?"
they were worn like a mop. The walls had star maps and bromide with hundreds of dinosaur
names on them, but the edges were worn even though they were covered.

The brown desk where Sang-woo sat and studied in middle school and high school was
covered in glass, and on it was a pencil sharpener and a mobile model of the solar system. The
bookshelf held a math problem book and several notebooks, and on the top row were about 20
helicopters, destroyers, model satellites, and game CDs.

"A lot of time has passed".

Jae-young opened some game CDs and felt nostalgic. Then he found something and smiled.

He carefully looked at the most valuable collections, if there was a real museum. If Jae-
young's guess is correct, it was a scoop model she bought when she was six years old. Sang
Woo's first love. The toy that looked white because the yellow background was almost worn
out was a "crawler" type. Jaeyoung carefully put down the bulldozer, which was smaller than
her palm.

His gaze went to the bed, which seemed slightly smaller. After passing through the clean
blanket that Sang-woo's parents had prepared, he fell into a black space under the bed. The
secret law under the child's bed. Jae-young didn't think that Sang-woo would have anything
resembling an erotic photo (even if he saw erotic photos in his teens, he would have backed
them up by digitizing instead of owning the real thing), but he turned to curiosity and looked
under the bed.

There was a plastic container, so he took it out and found that it was full of toys: a mini car, a
bottle rocket, a robot, an ambulance, a chuck, block puzzles, beads, commemorative coins...
In another box there was a colorful Lego and next to it a mountain of scientific magazines tied
with string.

Time seemed to have stopped in that space alone. Sang-woo seemed to have saved nothing if
he cared. Everything was worn and yet beautifully preserved.

'You must feel at home every time you come here.'

 Jae-young moved around a lot, so he lost everything he used to wear when he was young. For
him, the only home he had was an office that he now lived in with Sang-woo. Is it a wish of
the wandering nomads to live a stable life? Jae-young was overwhelmed by the starry past
that would have created Sang-woo's present.

'Your world. your origin. All that has brought you to my side.'

Jae-young stood in the place where Sang-woo had grown from a baby, touching the world one
by one, where an inquisitive and sincere child would have disappeared, and captured it in his
eyes. I was jealous of things that existed 10 years ago and will still be the same after 10 more
years. Jae-young imagined that if Sangwoo's affection hadn't changed, he would cherish him
for a long time. And he thought that he wished to be one of Sangwoo's favorite things forever.
Also, after a long time, he hoped that one day, traces of Sang-woo would remain on him like
the science books in his hand.

Jae-young put everything under the bed and got up, finding Sang-woo's graduation album on
the shelf. Lying on his side on the bed, looking at the faces he didn't know, waiting for Sang-
woo to come out.

Chu Sang-woo's elementary school days weren't very interesting because it was exactly what
he expected. The boy had short hair and an expressionless face. Although his skin was white
and thin, he did not appear to have been hit anywhere. The same was true for middle school
and high school photos. He could only feel the flow of time, but his face was surprisingly the
same.

"If we had met in high school, we never would have gotten close."

Jae-young muttered while looking at Sang-woo's group photo in high school. He was a weird
study bug who didn't miss out on first place in school, and he, on the other hand, was a rebel
who suffered from being locked up in school. Everything felt like a miracle.

If Jae-young hadn't been interested in being an art student, he wouldn't have been able to get
into Korea University. If she hadn't put off that bloody liberal arts class until last semester,
she wouldn't have even started her relationship with Sang-woo. If he had properly participated
in the group homework by doing a PPT for the semester in question, Sang-woo wouldn't have
remembered Jang Jae-young's name forever. If Han Soo-young hadn't passed the "Yachae
Man" project to Jae-young, she probably would have graduated without ever hearing Chu
Sang-woo's name."

The hand holding the photo album gave her strength. Too many coincidences overlapped and
placed Sang-woo at Jae-young's side. What would have happened if I hadn't met him?

The door opened as Jae-young moved in chilling imagination. As soon as he saw a man
walking through the door, he got up from the bed. When he came to his senses, he held Sang-
woo tightly in his arms.

"... you're crying?"

"No. Something got into my eye."

"It's a room I haven't used in a while, so it's dusty."

Jae-young smiled calmly and hugged Sang-woo's back. He thought that his affection for this
man filled his mind. He thought that there was no place to climb because he had already
reached the top. It was an illusion. Chu Sang-woo was getting better every day. Jae-young
always loved today's Sang-woo more than yesterday's.

"Sang-woo."
"What?"

"How much
do you like
me?" “…”
Jae-young slightly loosened his hug and lifted Sang-woo's chin with his hand. He only made eye
contact for a moment, but there was heat in the gaze.

Who said it was a robot vacuum cleaner? Where in the world was there such a friendly robot?
Jae-young urged with a smile.

"Fast".

"...I can't quantify it in quantity."

"You like me more than a forklift, right?"

"It's been a long time since I thought of that" 'I've beaten

you, forklift!'

Jae-young declared victory over the bald toy. "Hung."

"Yes?"

"I want to kiss you."

"What if your parents come in?"

"Nobody will come in, so don't worry."

Jae-young stared at Sang-woo and worried about him. Sang-woo looked irritated as he shook his
head as if he was getting closer "

Sang-woo, there's a forklift and a helicopter watching us." "They should

know I'm an adult,"

Sang-woo calmly added

, "How long will you play with the toys?"

A laugh escaped Jae-woo's mouth. young But the next moment, Sang-woo hurriedly covered her lips
with his own and his laugh could not continue

finale.