semantic error volume 3 chapter 1

La Dame du mercredi

'A 21-year-old university student who loves French romantic literature.'

Unlike the previously given title, Ryu Ji-hye was a realistic girl. Although she liked to spend
time with Victor Hugo and Flaubert, she did not allow herself to have relationships in that
way. Every time he failed in his three previous relationships, he looked at the failures of his
loves and learned how the qualities should be filtered in the future instead of being endured.

Not being too smug, not over the top, not having too many friends, not using too much
rhetoric, not being too self-confident, not being a smoker, not being a bad head, not having a
shot, not being a liar, etc. .

In this sense, Chu Sang-woo was a perfect boyfriend. A pristine area where Ji-hye is reluctant
to do nothing. He wasn't her completely ideal type, the more she saw of him, the better he
was in her eyes. Although the first impression was not very good.

Three months ago, Ji-hye was a bit greedy to put her luggage in the locker in advance.

Boxes with a bunch of books that I couldn't even read. The passerby he met at that time
was Chu Sang-woo. So their first meeting was neither predestined nor romantic.

Doesn't he usually feel sorry when a person is in trouble and carrying a heavy load?
When Sangwoo saw the box fall to the ground and the objects scattered around without
showing any interest in helping. She thought he was kind of cruel.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

The first words she heard from his mouth, which was closed in a straight line, were as
forceful as his facial expression. Black quilted coat, black cap and loose straight jeans.
She thought that personality was just as bad as his gloomy style. But at that moment, he
was the only one who could help.

"I think it weighs more than 30 kg. At this rate, the mail and cargo deliverers would
also charge extra money." The boy said as he carried the heavy box.

Why did she get hooked on those words? Perhaps it was a warning that they should keep
their distance, but in Ji-hye's ears it sounded like a flirtatious phrase that said, "Why do
you carry such a heavy load by yourself?"

Everything has changed since then. His serious face showed responsibility, and his
appearance, which she had initially thought was normal, also turned warm. She asked him
his name and many other things. He asked her what class she was in and where she lived.
He responded to everything with an annoyed expression. When Sang-owo was halfway to
the library, he took off his padded jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his T-shirt…but she
didn't know why he looked so cool. She kept looking at his sweaty forehead and
appropriately beefy arms. But since she was not a realistic, non-romantic girl, she did not
fall in love with Chu Sang-woo at first sight.
 The boy was slowly improving. A little weird at first, then an unusual person, then a nice
person, and now a nice person.

The problem was that Sangwoo didn't seem to be interested in her at all. Not that he didn't
like her, though, they barely made eye contact. No, I didn't see her when they were
together.

"Am I not pretty enough?" she wondered.

She tried on clothes that boys would normally like and learned how to put on makeup
from the internet, but nothing worked. Sang-woo had no interest in Ji-hye.

Still, Jihye didn't give up. He thought that if he kept trying, one day he would catch her
heart. In fact, there were signs of improvement in their relationship as they walked
through the festival together.

But... his plans were unexpectedly interrupted: Jang Jae-young.

Until a few months ago, he was just a senior who felt like a celebrity. A celebrity who is
liked by a close friend as an actor. A handsome man who turns his neighbors into squids.
A tall, elegant

waiter in an Italian restaurant. A theater star who sells his tickets just by hearing rumors
about his appearance at a concert.

He didn't think he would meet such an unrealistic person, but thanks to Chu Sang-woo, he
got to know him. Ji-hye was very excited when she ate with him at the student restaurant.
Who wouldn't want to eat with such an opposite guy? But he wasn't just a 'nice' senior.

'You must be very close to Sang-woo, calling him that nickname.'

'Don't worry about Sang-woo. I'll take him home'
When she first interacted with him in the student restaurant, she thought his personality
was a bit weird. But at the festival's ghost bar, it was even stranger. The level of hostility
he showed towards her has exceeded the limit. If Ji-hye's premonition is correct, he was
warning her like a rival.

"Do you like Sang-woo?"

Jang Jae-young asked without even saying hello at the arranged meeting. Her friend would
have been envious of her if she found out. Ji-hye had barely sat down when he got right to
the point.

Ji-hye looked at her opponent's face in an absurd way, but there was no clue in her bright
eyes. Jaeyoung just bit into a straw and drank a drink that looked like American coffee,
like he was bored. A creepy black t-shirt with balls, various spiked earrings in the ears,
and even a tattoo on his arm unknowingly. Fear grew in Jihye, but so did her fighting
spirit.

"If I like it".

So, she replied more emphatically. Jae-young looked at Ji-hye with a blank face.
"If you and Sang-woo fell into the water, and there was only one life jacket. What would
you do?"

Ji-hye's face scrunched up when she heard such a rude question. Something meaningless
to her and she couldn't come up with a clever answer. He answered the unorthodox
question with common sense.

"For now I will not answer that."

Jihye was building good feelings for Sang-woo, but it was just a one-sided thing. Also,
this is the 21st century, not the time Romeo and Juliet committed suicide together.

"Then Chu Sang-woo will drown."

The opponent threw out a ridiculous question and turned Jihye's answer into garbage. She
was stunned and barely answered.

"Or I will die."

"It means you don't like him enough to sacrifice yourself for him. Then you can give
up."

"How do you come to that conclusion?"

Jihye felt dizzy from the unpredictable flow. She hit back angrily.

"If it was you, would you give Sang-woo a life jacket and fall into the water?"

"I don't like to play in the water, so I don't go to places like that. Sang-woo doesn't
like it either."

Ji-hye lost her words and just blinked. He was a college senior, a celebrity, and he was
closer to Chu Sang-woo than she was. Ji hye was a loser to her opponent in many ways,
but she didn't want to see herself defeated in such an absurd manner. She hit back with a
clenched fist.

“Why this interrogation? Do you like Sang-woo?”

Jang Jae-young is a man, and Chu Sang-woo is a man too. It seemed to be a touchy subject,
so she didn't want to ask directly. He kept threatening, it wasn't an option.

"Eh".

But he answered it very easily. Jihye inadvertently looked around. At three o'clock on
Thursday, there were few people in the school cafe. He quoted at that time on purpose."
Jae-young said after sucking her drink through a straw.

"I must say I like her enough to admit that I know the dangers you're thinking of."
*** the fact that they're both men in front of such a homophobic society

Here we go again. The way to make the other person trash Ji-hye felt her mouth heavy
but she wasn't stupid enough to feel miserable in the face of hostilities from a guy like
him.

"I look good right?" Jae-young asked sarcastically.

"Not at all." Ji-hye shook her head with a frown. do.

 "That's right. I have a nasty temper. When I mess up, I'm good at getting through
situations not so cleanly."

"And?"

"I don't care if you talk about me."

Jae-young got up from her chair and sat near the table. His calm eyes have changed.

"If you avoid Sang-woo even a little bit, I'll be damned."

Jihye was suddenly startled by the way he was looking at her, like a screw was missing or
something. After a moment of steadying, she came back to her senses.

'That's not fair! I haven't done anything wrong!'

What crime is it to want to go out with her oppa who is in class with her? If those two
were dating, Chu Sang-woo didn't show any of it, so how could he know. So the
treatment she receives now is too unfair. Ji-hye patted both cheeks with the palm of her
hand and held her heart steady.

"I'll keep the secret, so don't be so scared."

First, calm the angry beast.

"And I had no idea. If you guys are already together, of course I should give up."

She gave him a kick. If those two were dating, he could implicitly convey a message
through Sang-woo for her not to flirt with him anymore. Jae-young, however, preferred to
call her aside to say the message himself. So Jihye concluded that there was nothing
between the two of them.

"I think the reason you're upset is because you know I'm smart."

Jae-young smiled and nodded, but it didn't seem like a compliment at all. Ji-hye smiled
with a firm face. She wiped the sweat from her palms on her blue jeans, and sat up
straight so as not to appear weak. There was a moment of silence and Jae-young said,

"We don't have a relationship. It's a one-sided thing."

He was indifferent when saying something that showed his own disadvantage. Jae-young
raised her eyes and made eye contact.

"But what is the difference?"

Of course, everything is different. If they are lovers, Ji-hye becomes an unpleasant

obstacle, but if Jang Jae-young is in love like her, she becomes an equal competitor.

"If you and I are in the same situation, why should I give up?" "No. You're
wrong."
Ji-hye closed her mouth. As much as he thought about it, he couldn't tell where he was
wrong. Jae-young looked at her nails after taking a drink of coffee. With her eyes
downcast, her face looked perfect for a photo shoot. He wondered how a man like him
could wear such a fine mask.

"You don't think you and I fought over Sang-woo, do you? No way."
 "It is not like this?"

Jihye couldn't come up with another plan. If he didn't consider her a rival, why bother
crossing the street to find out her phone number?

Jae-young smiled slightly, leaning back in her chair...

"I mean you. You're not a threat to me at all." "What?"

“You are not even a distraction between me and Sang-woo. The obstacle to this
relationship is Chu Sang-woo himself and nothing else.”

Jae-young was arrogant, playful, and sharp, and was shown with a moody look.

"You were going to make a confession after lunch tomorrow, weren't you? Suppose you
confess. Can you expect a positive response?"

“...”

“It's impossible. Sangwoo hasn't set aside a time this semester to go on dates, just to focus
on his studies and making games.”

Jae-young slightly raised her chin and said with a sullen look (just like Sang-woo does).
He was a perfect imitation of Sang-woo. Ji-hye almost burst out laughing, although this
was not the time for something like that.

"I may just give a simple answer. I don't have time to waste on relationships."

Jae-young, who finished his acting method possessed by Chu Sang-woo, returned to his
original form. Even the pleasant moment was briefly brought back to the position where
Ji-hye had to deal with Jae-young. He couldn't feel better. The line she chose was so well
acted that it seemed to come from Chu San-woo's head, so even though she hadn't
confessed yet, she already felt rejected.

She was ready for the next day anyway. I didn't even expect to go out with him this time.
However, he wanted to confess to Chu Sang-woo in order to have a reason for being.
After that, he thought that it would be a good opportunity to create good feelings step by
step. Someday, even if it's not this semester... That was Jihye's strategy.

"I see what you mean. But if I'm not a threat, why did you summon me here?"

Jihye couldn't handle facial expressions anymore. He was glaring at his superior, who is
six years apart, but he couldn't afford to pretend to be nice. Jae-young stared at Ji-hye and
answered.

"Because it's annoying."

That sounded insignificant. Ji-hye was slightly hurt by the strong feeling that Jae-young
didn't see her as an equal opponent.

"I'm so emotional these days that when I'm not looking at Sang-woo, it bothers me to
think that when he takes classes, chats, eats, and walks, he's with someone else."

Ji.hye had a headache. It reminded her of a movie about a mother-in-law who was
obsessed with her son and trapped her daughter-in-law, and a story about a husband who
was determined to prevent his wife from associating with her entourage. She is sure that
he is great. Seeing this, you have no idea how that word came about.
Jae-young said quietly.

"Confessing to you in a situation like that. I know it's silly, but I don't like it. Ji-hye,
I don't want you to say that to Sang-woo, and I don't want Sang-woo to hear it. Do
you understand what I mean? "

Jihye knows what he means, but she doesn't understand it. If he is so sure, why is he
jealous of her that she has no hope of connecting with Chu Sang-woo? Furthermore, Ji-
hye thought that it was strange that a person who had been dating only the prettiest and
best Unnies in school had a crush on Chu Sang-woo, who was indifferent and eccentric.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

She felt something else, reflecting on the petty and irrational words Jae-young had blurted
out.

Ji-hye devoured literature, but she didn't understand Julien's attraction to Mrs. Renal and
Quasimodo's desperation for Esmeralda. She had never felt such passion. before, so she
thought it was just something that happens in novels. However, she noticed something in
Chu Sang-woo. She saw something emanating from him lately.

'He must really like him...' thought

She felt that she had already lost Not only that, but...

'That colour... No, I hate it so much I don't know what to do

'

.to understand the situation he was in. Why hadn't he noticed? The reason why Chu Sang-
woo was active in any way lately was because it was all about Jang Jae-young, except
when he was in a game console or when asked to explain about cultural theory.

'Maybe it's not one-sided love.'

Ji-hye's fighting power was rapidly declining. The assumption made her understand
everything better. She also understood why Chu Sang-woo never looked at Jihye. Maybe
they are dating. Jae-young might have lied for consideration to Sang-woo. Ji-hye swept
his face with the palm of her hand. Defeat was very close.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have time to sit around thinking, I don't have time, I don't
feel like it." I'll confess and go."

At one point, Jae-young said quickly. Ji-hye nodded and fixed her hair. She sat up straight
and looked at her opponent again. He looked as expressionless as when he entered the
cafe.

"Chu Sang-woo… you feel like you deserve it. I understand. He's smart, cute, law-
abiding, has a good face, good neck. He'll make a lot of money when you graduate."

'Oh God! What's wrong with this guy, really?'

Ji-hye opened her eyes gently, but Jae-young professionally continued her words.

"What right do I have to force you to quit? Whether you keep hanging around
Sang-woo like you do now, or you cleanly leave him, you take care of it."
 Ji-hye laughed in vain. It was almost as if she had forced Choo away from her right away,
but now she has to take care of herself. Jae-young continued with a smile.

"But if you keep hanging around, you'll be ready to fight me. Unlike you, I'm a real
hindrance and very tiring."

"..."

"I can't wait to see what happens."

"I knew it".
Ji-hye, who had already lost her combat power, smiled. When she entered the cafe, she
thought she would rise triumphantly, but when she realized it, she was in pieces. Ji-hye
pulled out the last bit of energy and said,

"Are you threatening me?"

"That's right. Didn't you imply that I was threatening you from the beginning?" "I
didn't say it."
"Well if it's a threat, and I'll be ready from now on."

Jae-young had a briefcase next to him. Ji-hye received a heavy envelope with a suspicious
look on her face...

"Is that money?

An absurd idea crossed her mind, but when she opened it, it was an A4 paper document.

Each page contained photos of people.and simple personal information. Ji-hye frowned at
the list. A legislator's son, a band vocalist, a medical student, a law student, a music
student, an amateur baseball player, a developer of robots, a voice actor, a possible
employee of an overseas conglomerate. The profiles of the men, each
branch, went through here.

"I chose mixed guys because I didn't know what your taste was like. read them all;
there is no limit on the number of times. If you don't like any of them, I'll get you
new ones.

" "How many of these are there?"

"50 guys."

"Eric Smithson? What the hell is this?"

There were even foreigners with Swedish nationality.

"He's good at Korean. I could do better than you."

"What nonsense is that?"
Ji-hye couldn't stand the situation and started laughing nervously. She saw a familiar face
as she turned the last page, fluttering in despair.

Park Hyun-jin, 21 years old, 180cm, philosophy student at Hankuk University, current
chair of the theater department, aspiring actor, responsible, loyal, careful in his dates...

"Isn't this the Frankenstein?"

 "He was wearing heavy makeup that day, but you still remember."

"I can't help but remember, right? You sent this man to our table several times!"

"Later he left on his own.seemed interested in you."

Jihye had nothing to say and puffed out her cheeks. She found it ridiculous that she was the
same age as him, but the word "philosophy" appealed to her.

"So Hyung-jin is the leadoff hitter?" No, I

didn't say that."
Ji-hye put the thick blind date papers in an envelope and put them in her bag. She
straightened up, sat up straight, and looked at Jae-young. Although she seemed
intimidated by the threats and conciliatory gestures, he didn't want to appear easy until
the end.

"For now, I understand. I'll think of it as giving up." "You're

good through words."
"Don't get me wrong. I will not give up because you have threatened or persuaded
me. I have never lost my reason to be as brazen as you. I just don't want to get
involved in a relationship that seems to have already started."

Jae-young laughed quietly. The line "yes or no" seemed to be heard. Jihye hesitated and
asked.

"Can I be her friend?"

"No. What have you heard so far?"

The reply came right away. Jihye felt it was unfair and raised her voice.

"Why? You know he's not interested in me anyway! It's like a vending machine that
explains cultural theory when you push a button. If you twist one thing, you'll have
to study twice as much as a broken machine!"

"Negative"

"It's not just a rational favor. It's fun and nice to be with Sangchu. I want to remain
her friend."

"That's why I don't like you."

Jae-young made a cheeky expression with her arms crossed.

"Are you her guardian? You're not an older brother, you don't have a drop of blood
in common."

"How dare you give your superior a rude vegetable nickname?" *** sangchu means
lettuce or cabbage

"Sangchu said it's fine !"

"I hate it. Don't."

"So what do I call him?"

 "Don't call him! If you have to, call him Mr. Chu... hello, Mr. Chu! Like this."

The laugh and the sigh came out at the same time. Jae-young himself was laughing
dumbfounded, so I couldn't tell if it was a joke or a true story.

"What the hell is going on here?" *** reminds me to the meme xd…

Jihye was confused by a mixture of melancholy and pleasant feelings

“Oh, really… Lettuce Oh… No, Chuu, I didn't know you were this kind of
person…”

“Well, it seems You think I'm a well-designed angel these days."

"It's a huge waste of Mr. Chu's time."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew how hard it is."

Jae-young mumbled so much that she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. and checked the
time. Jihye stared at him as she got up from her seat.

"I have to go. Call me when you want me to introduce you."

"Okay. "

"Better, don't call me. Sang-woo might misunderstand."

"What are you going to do if I do?"

Jihye snuck away.

"Do you think I'm kidding? I'm not."

Jae-young left after making that comment.

Jihye sat for a while. The thoughtless silence made her laugh,

"That's the way it is."

It's a good thing he missed the game with no chance. He made a wise decision. She couldn't
help feeling sorry for herself, though she couldn't help it.

He is curious to know what it feels like to love someone as passionately as a movie.

Thinking, thinking, thinking. Again, this time, his head, instead of his heart, moved.

Jihye didn't dislike such a thing. This is the 21st century, not the time when Romeo and Juliet
committed suicide together.

"I guess I'll concentrate more on studies."

He got up with a shrug. At least in the upcoming final exam, he will do better in the exam
than Chu Sang-woo, who would be distracted by dating. Although he studied hard, his pride
did not forget that he was eight points below him in the exams. Ji-hye walked through the
cafeteria door and saw an exceptionally blue sky.

"Good weather!"

Ryu Ji-hye's fourth love story, she has finished with herself before she even started.

A new trait that you must filter for your future love: "There must be no handsome boy around
her"

semantic error volume 3 chapter 2

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Ryu Ji-hye, Department of French Language and Literature: Sir, I have urgent business
tomorrow, so I have to cancel my appointment. Sorry.

10:37 p.m.

Okay. 23:49
Sang-woo sent a reply and put down his cell phone. The Friday night date was canceled and
there were two changes. First, he was able to make it to the practical testing room on time.
The other is...

"I need to get rid of this."

He looked at the movie ticket on his desk. Ticket worth 10,000 won. The reserves that Jae-
young put at the door two months ago were to be used this Sunday. Although he lost the
console game Ji-hye gave him because he was drunk, he thought it was okay to pay her to
buy him a bowl of udon after receiving the 130,000 won bill. But the date was cancelled, so
he dumped her.

"Then I'll have to sell it."

But considering Friday's moves and connections, there were only two people who could buy
tickets - Choi Yu-na and Jang Jae-young. Between them, it was better to sell what he
received from Jae-young to Yuna than sell it to him again.

” At that moment, Sang-woo remembered what Jae-young said as if he had searched a

database with the word “movie.

” “You want to watch a movie?”

“Huh? I didn't ask you to join me.",

"Come to the movies with me.",

"Hey, you piece of shit. Is it so horrible that I asked you to go to the movies with me?"

"Why do you have that Joseon period mentality? I only watch movies with friends."

It was a memory of the day Jae-young came to the computer room with a laptop with no
RAM card, the day he was sexually attracted to him for the first time, and the day he swore at
the door and left.

"You must really like movies."

Looking back, he sang a song from a movie. That's when he came up with a way to get rid of
movie tickets without selling them. After thinking about it for a while , Sang-woo postponed
the plan 2 method.

At midnight, he checked his mail and opened the work Jae-young sent him. Jae young sent
some comments he didn't like and turned off the computer. He turned off the light, got under
the blanket and closed his eyes.

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"Where is the person who always sits there?" He pointed to Yuna's stall.

Jae-young, who was only working to greet Sang-woo, turned his chair around and around in
front of the question. I was wearing a t-shirt with a hexagon inside a cube and inside this,
another hexagon, it looked interesting. Then there was a look on his face that she didn't like.

"You don't even say hello to me. Is that what you mean?"

"I didn't because you seem busy."

"You shouldn't ask silly questions like that if I'm busy."
"Sorry. Keep working."

Sang-woo was a bit embarrassed by the sudden attack, but he lowered his tail because he
thought it was reasonable. When he got his laptop and mouse ready and sat down, Jae-young
asked.

"Why are you asking about Choi Yuna?"

"I had something to tell her, but it can't be helped, she's not here."

"So what do you want to tell him?"

"I was going to
sell you
something."
"Sell it to me."
Sang-woo frowned and met his gaze. In this environment, Jang Jae-young often asks until the
end and gets the answer he wants to hear. He thought that she would rather tell him than
waste his time.

"The movie tickets you put on the door before, it's for this weekend."

Jae-young's mouth twitched into a smile. That was why Sangwoo didn't want to talk about it
with him. It was a very uncomfortable subject for both of them. Sang-woo cursed Jae-young
and failed to control his emotions.

"You're not thinking something strange

right?"

"Are you talking about it now?"

 "Well... do you want to watch a movie?"

Jae-young narrowed her forehead. It seemed like he didn't know what he was talking about.
Sang-woo said, "If you don't want to," and turned back to the computer. I could hear the
wheels of the chair moving.

"Both of us?"

Sang-woo silently nodded. He could feel Jae young's strong gaze, and his cheeks heated up.
Jae-young was doing that for a long time and then spoke to him

"Don't you think that two men going to the movies is gross?"

Sang-woo stared at the monitor. At that time, he really thought about it at some point, but
now his way of thinking was forced to change.

“…I'm aware that I've done some stuff too.”

“Now that you've pooped, doesn't it matter if you fart?” ***(wtf?

Yuck!)

“Really, compare it to. .. If you don't want to, don't go. I'm going to post it on the
university page.”

Jae-young was speechless. When Sang-woo was entering the page and writing the title about
the available tickets, he said,

“Choose a reservation at Jeongnyundong. I'll pick you up tomorrow at ten in front

of the computer room."

Sang-woo's hand, which was entering the price, stopped. It was just a word of warning of
time and place, but his heart pounded in his chest as if the Another guy would have said
something extraordinary.

"It's no big deal."

Choi Yuna wasn't in the practice room, so she decided to give it to Jang Jae-young as a
second plan. Also, he had recently drawn a picture on her arm, he took a bite of his
dumpling, and he would have made a profit of about 10,000 won.

Sang-woo entered the multi-flex homepage. Sang-woo's fingers clicked diligently. It was the
first time he had done so. since 4 years ago in November, when I had a girlfriend

"Choose a movie: 1. Superman Revival, 2. The Youngest Spy's

Sister, 3 쀼쀼와, 4. Hot Hot Hot Hot"
"No.4 Hot, Hot, Hot”

“Did you know what that movie is about?”

Sang-woo stared at the red poster and turned his head towards Jae-young in a curious way.
When he returned to his seat, he shrugged with a naive look.

"I don't know. It's like an erotic movie and it sounds good."

“It would be better to reserve tickets for the Superman Revival. This is the
 maximum booking fee.

" "Of course, you have to do what you want. What do you know?"

Time selection, quantity selection, seat selection, payment. Sang-woo quickly made the
reservation and said,

"Superman Revival, Jeongnyun-dong International Cinema, 10:35 pm with seats in

room 5, L13, L14."

"Thank you for telling me..."

"..."

Then, Sang-woo not only kissed a man, but would also watch a movie with him.

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After half work Saturday time, Sang-woo told his boss that he wanted to work until May,
taking into account the production schedule of the game and the schedule of the final exams.
The boss was very sorry for him and butted in why he was busy, so So Sang-woo was ten
minutes late explaining it to him. Instead, Sang-woo made a deal to finish 10 minutes early
during his next shift and went downstairs.

When he hit the ground, Jae-young's car stopped in the road. A hatchback with a straight line
accent design.The white box car, which looks like a refrigerator, had a n red ceiling and
mirror. The car owner was leaning against the car and looking at his mobile phone.

Jae-young was wearing shiny gray pants and a white shirt that Sang-woo saw for the first
time. The earrings and glasses were not visible, and the doll that was shown with the sleeves
rolled up wore watches and leather bracelets. It was hard to tell the difference exactly, but his
hair looked a bit different than usual. After a pause, Sang-woo started walking again.

How I look?

For the first time in his life, his own clothes bothered him. Sang-woo was wearing black
sneakers, old jeans, and a navy blue shirt.

Why should I worry about this when I meet Jang Jae-young?'

Sang-woo approached the front of the car with a bit of a downcast expression. Jae-young
looked up and smiled at Sang-woo.

"I'm sorry to be late".

"It's our first date. I'm excited."

"Don't say anything weird, just get on it."

Jae-young ignored Sang-woo's words and opened the passenger door wide. Sang-woo
hesitated a bit as he gestured to enter. It was his first trip since that day.

"What about the

glasses?"
 "I didn't bring
them."
"So I drive?"
"No".

"I have a Type 1 Driver's License."

"I will do it."

He walked quickly to the driver's seat, opened the door and sat down. Sang-woo stared at it
and checked an electronic clock with the number 22:12 on it. The movie starts in 35 minutes,
and if they don't make it to Jeongnyundong, they will be late by 10 minutes. He was forced to
close the passenger seat door.

As he fastened his seat belt, Jae-young lightly held Sang-woo's headrest with his arms and
turned the steering wheel while looking behind him. He was just getting out the car, but
Sang-woo's gaze went to Jae-young's chest, which was revealed between the two buttoned
shirts. A tendon had sprouted in the neck that followed the line of the jaw. Sang-woo, feeling
dizzy, looked over Jae-young's face. Then she met his eyes, which changed gears again.

"You look a little worried"

Jae-young muttered again, staring straight ahead. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't
figure it out. Sang-woo was still anxious.

"You're worried if I can drive properly while not wearing glasses, right?"

He said as if he had been in and out of Sang-woo's head and Sang-woo nodded.

"How's your vision?"

"Myopia 0.7, astigmatism a little."

"Well, I can see the signs well."

"You're insured, right?"

"If something happens, it's not like I'm asking you to pay for the
damage."
"Why didn't you bring glasses?"
Jae-young didn't answer for a while. Then she caught a stop sign and looked into his eyes as
she waited.

"You have to be able to put up with small inconveniences for big things to happen."

"What's the point of that?"

Jae-young replied, "No you need to know," and drove away. Sang-woo didn't bother him
in his already sore anxiety.

Jae-young stopped at a remote paid parking lot, not the Multi-flex parking lot. Sang-woo
didn't agree with that, but Jae-young didn't listen to him anyway. With 11 minutes left
 before the start of the movie, they headed to the movie theater between walks and jumps.
Jae-young angered Sang-woo by hesitating to buy popcorn even when he arrived.

I didn't expect the process of watching the movie with him to be very satisfying, but I
didn't know it would be so hectic. Or that he saw a cross-section of how Jang Jae-young
usually lives and why he couldn't meet the deadline and was always late for meetings.

"You can enter Room 5 to see Superman Reborn."

Sang-woo was informed by an employee showing his digital ticket that he had left open
on his cell phone. Even after three minutes, Jae-young walked slowly.

"It's late. Let's go quickly."

"There will be commercials for
10 minutes."

"It clearly says the movie starts at 10:35, but now it's 10:38."

Jae-young gave Sang-woo a bucket of popcorn and he grabbed a handful of it and popped
it into his mouth. Sang-woo complained a lot, but was forced to chew and swallow what
was in his mouth. He tried to speak again, but Jae-young did the same thing with the
popcorn.

"Posts L13,
L14.” "It's a
good place."
Jae-young glanced at her entrance and walked into the dark room. There weren't many
people because it was the last batch and it was already late. The row of seats where they
would sit was empty, with just a couple of couples at the end.

As Jae-young said, the commercial was in full swing on the screen. After sitting down,
she turned off her cell phone, put it in her pocket, and leaned her body against the back of
her seat, which it made him feel stable. Sang-woo blinked slowly and drained the energy
that was in motion.

He was thirsty, but Jae-young gave him a soda as if she had read his mind. Maybe he was
going to drink alone, so he just brought a straw Sang-woo opened his mouth to complain
and then fell silent again,

"You didn't worry about it while kissing."

Jae-young already knew what to answer.

He sucked on the spicy drink without saying a word. When he handed the drink back to
Jae-young, he bit down on the straw. The black drink was quickly sucked up through a
clear straw. Sang-woo thought, "I don't know why you look at others like that."

A dizzying change of light in a dark space illuminated one side of Jae-young's face. It
darkened and lightened, and so did his face. The shadow that the nose makes on the cheek
was shortened and lengthened. Sang-woo's mouth is dry, even though he had a drink a
while ago.
 Who would be the winner of this long snowball fight, maybe Jae-young? When the screen
was black and all the lights were gone, Sang-woo closed his eyes and kissed him.

Although Sang-woo was surprised by the sudden brightness of the surroundings with the
cry "Help!"... Sang-woo felt embarrassed. The first time, he kissed Jae-young while he
was asleep, and the second time he was drunk, and the rest of the kisses were kind and
agreed, but this time he did it without permission from the person who was clearly awake.
As she covered her eyes with her hand, she missed the beginning of the movie.

'I'm screwed up.'

Sang-woo didn't like feeling like this, attracted to that boy. He stared at the screen with blank
eyes. The hand that was placed on the armrest of the seat, as if it were natural, moved like a
spider. Sang-woo forced himself to straighten up and looked ahead.

Fortunately, the movie was so simple that even if you missed the beginning, it wouldn't
interfere with understanding the plot. Aliens with skin capable of flying at the speed of
light and withstanding all physical damage and filling energy sources with sunlight have
emerged. The super alien had a plot to discover the weakness of his enemy.

Sang-woo was in double danger. Firstly because there were many incomprehensible parts
in the movie, and secondly because Jae-young kept moving her hands. The fingers white
and shining in the dark could not stop moving. He would touch her with the tips of his
fingers, stretch them out, and sometimes turn his hand over so that the palm could be seen
facing up. He didn't look at Jae-young's face for two and a half hours on purpose, so his
facial muscles might have become stiff, but his mind was still disoriented because of Jae-
young's hands.

After the movie, they left the theater without saying a word. When they got off the
elevator and walked out, hot air hit Sang Woo's arm. The night sky was black, and the
streets were grey. It was after one o'clock, and the main road in Jeongnyun-dong was
empty.

"How was the movie?"

Said Jae-young, who hasn't said anything for nine minutes. The posture with his right hand in
his pocket seemed relaxed.

"Should Superman be classified as an animal or a plant?" "What does

that mean?"

"They obtain energy sources from the air and sunlight. Although the structure of
the body is as complex as that of a human being, shouldn't it be classified as a plant
rather than an animal if it lives by an effect similar to photosynthesis? "

"Uh... I don't know."

"And there's a line that says, shaving, how did you cut your body hair? You didn't
burn a hair in the middle of a supernova explosion. Of course, a regular razor
wouldn't work."

"Um."

"Too bad kryptonite was a weak point."

It was the only scene Sang-woo was immersed in. The scene where Superman, who was
invincible, collapses on a stone from his home planet. His skin, which had been resistant to
the uranium radiation, had become as weak as normal humans. Sang-woo felt a sense of
crisis as if it was his own business.

"The reverse Deus X Makina from the Superman series, well."

"What?"

"In short, he's a trickster. It's not fun if he's too strong, so kryptonite is always used
to corner Superman. It doesn't mean much because the crisis is easily resolved
anyway."

"Oh…"

"Superheroes tend to be like that. The audience itself has a punitive structure
because it focuses on the action instead of looking for a more believable narrative.
Few people care about photosynthesis and shaving like you do. The important thing
is that Superman is on our side and he's wearing tights.

Jae-young's left hand moved through the air in a complicated orbit. After he finished
speaking, he fluttered around a few times, clutching the chest of his shirt as if it was hot.
Sang-woo stared at his side face, which seemed more learned today.

"Sunbae, I didn't know, but you're smart."

"What the hell do you think I am?"
Human horse breed, bully, psycho, sadist, trash. He really doesn't know now that a lot has
changed since then. When he looked away from

Jae-young looked ahead, a tall tree regularly planted on both sides became visible

, “Where are we?”

“It's Geongnyun Park.” “Why

did we come this way?” “It's a
short cut.-
woo frowned. If it's a shortcut, why didn't they come this way sooner? Then it wouldn't
be too late. That's what I was thinking. Jae-young touched his cap. He looked to the side
and met her eyes. The moon shone with light from behind her dark brown hair.

"That's why it was fun, I wasn't

there." "Fun?"
"Yes. If you've seen a movie, didn't you enjoy it?"
"Well, I don't know. It was a strange movie."
Sang-woo was interested in Jae-young's opinion and added, "And what do you think of
the movie?" Jae-young, who was only looking forward, looked around. He answered,
making eye contact

“I found it interesting.” “Which part?”

“I don't know.”
“Why don't you know?”

“I couldn't see the movie because I was looking at your face.”

Sang-woo was speechless And he stopped to analyze the situation. Jae-young walked
away and Sang-woo stopped in his place and stared at his back.

"Thud thud thud." As he calmed his heart, which swayed between the unpleasant and the
pleasant. at the same time, the back gradually faded away. Sang-woo found a
contradiction in his words and moved again. He walked quickly and managed to stay out
of the way.

“That's ridiculous. You didn't see the movie. It was fun. One of them is a lie.

" "Both are true."

"How do you feel it's funny when you haven't seen the movie?" "You
need a little imagination, sir."
As soon as he heard the easy answer, came the lighting. Sang-woo went for it for no
reason, but he couldn't even find his money. After that, he had no choice but to walk with
his head down.

When the walk in the park ended, the wall continued. Sang-woo , also came here when he
was out with his ex-girlfriend. Back then, I remembered being irritated by so many
people. Now that there wasn't a rat in sight, only a throbbing feeling filled my chest.

They walked in silence for a while. Sang-woo was looking straight ahead, but Jae-young's
left hand was always hanging at the end of his vision. His right hand was scratching his
nose, touching the back of his neck, and putting it in his pocket, but his left hand was
always there. The hand, which was casually moving from the cinema, was present and it
tormented Sang-woo even after one minute, two minutes, and three minutes. Sang-woo
suddenly looked at his watch and found that it was almost two o'clock.

'He said it was a short cut.'

Even though it was two hours later than his usual bedtime, his mind was clearly awake.
The senses were sharper than ever. Sang-woo was ready to lose himself in any
encouragement. He even felt the sound of Jae-young's breathing, the trace of her shaking
hands, the change of footsteps, and the shape of the wrinkles that were caught and
released in her pants.

"Jae-young,
sunbae." “Tell
me?
It was quite embarrassing to ask if he could hold hands. Sang-woo had nothing to say.

“When will we get to the parking lot?” “We're

here.”

The waves trembled in his heart. The caged beast howled. deciding whether or not to hold
her hand, or what would happen next, Sang-woo was forced to stretch out his hand and
close his eyes tightly.

The tips of his fingers grazed Jae-young's naturally trembling palm. And when did
 nothing, his hands clenched. Sang-woo breathed calmly. The hand swayed in the wind
and slowly did pendulum exercises

back and forth. The numbness began to spread from the point of contact to the entire
body.

" Sunbae.

” “What?”

“Nothing.”

But that wasn't all. The beast in Sang-woo's stomach went wild for more. Sang-woo said,
“No, let's keep up appearances,” but didn't listen.

“Sunbae.

” “What?”

“Just… Nothing.”

He reached the parking lot with a stiff hand. His hands were sweaty. I squeezed like a
sponge, the water would drip. How could he pretend to be normal for 25 years with such
a strong desire? I couldn't understand it.

"You're funny. You don't usually hide what you can't say, what happened to you
today?"

It was then that he looked at Jae-young's playful face. The moment he saw the face he
was trying to avoid while walking, his head went blank. There was a seething passion in
his heart. Sang-woo responded, severing the connection of the hand, which had a bad
effect on him.

"I'm a little weird today. You're not going to wake people up at the theater, are you?"

"I thought you lacked creativity until now, but I guess I'll have to rethink."

Sang-woo didn't know how to stop the steep rising graph. During the intense internal
conflict, he came to the front of the car. It took 33 minutes to get to the theater and only
10 minutes back, and Jae-young said with a cheeky face.

"We are already here".

Sang-woo had other thoughts in his head, so he didn't question the comment.

"Sunbae".

"Uh, just say it."

But it wasn't really easy. What a stupid thing. Sang-woo tightened his grip and pulled out the
horse that had been hovering around his mouth the entire time like a root of grass.

"Why did you sleep with a man?"

"I think it's similar to a relationship between men and women."

"..."
 "It's something people do because they're attracted to it, what's so different?"
"Sunbae".

"What?"

"Nothing."

Jae-young didn't butt in as irritably as usual. The lock came loose when he wordlessly took
out his car key and turned it on.

On the way home, the atmosphere was suffocating. Jae-young didn't play around or talk
nonsense, he just drove looking straight ahead. Sang-woo didn't know what he looked
like because he couldn't see his face.

The car ran cool on the empty road but Sang-woo's mind was so congested as if it was
jammed with cars. Whether he wanted to get there fast or not, he himself was at a loss
because time passed slowly.

Despite Sang-woo's wishes, the car, which used to run at a constant speed, arrived in front
of the building where he lived. Jae-young parked the car properly and turned it off. Then
there was a long silence...

"We're here"

There was no joke in his voice. There was no jocular atmosphere, as Jae Young used to show
it. Sang-woo's face was also stiff.

"I can't get off now."

"Why?"

"I have something to do."

Sang-woo knew well that he would not be able to calm down. Looking to the left, a pair of
eyes met as if waiting. Jae-young twisted her body and raised her elbows on her back.

"Try it".

He pretended to be casual, but his heart was beating fast. As Sang-woo had seen before, he
crossed the stick of the car and swung his opposite leg on the driver's seat. He sat on Jae
Young's lap with his hips and held his shoulders with both hands...

"You asked me to do it, but why would I be so surprised?"

Sang-woo raised his right hand and caressed her cheek, closing his eyes and leaning closer.

Calmly.

Unlike the noisy and messy interiors, her lips gently touched Jae-young's lips.

Slowly.

As she learned, she put Jae-young's upper lip in her mouth and sucked on it. Feeling the
soft skin inside her lips, he caressed her neck with his hands.
 Gently.

Jae-young, who hadn't responded for a while, reciprocated the action. Sang-woo sucked
on his lips and released them. She then came out to meet Jae-young's tongue.

'Breathe through your nose.'

He turned his head to make his kiss more effective and stimulated Jae-young's tongue.
Jae-young moaned and fell into the kiss. His hand entered Sang Woo's shirt. His palm
touched hot skin and the upward curve was steep.

Jae-young swept Sang-woo's waist and back for a while, then threw off his cap and
stroked his hair. Sang-woo moaned into Jae-young's ears and eyes. With the tips of his
fingers, he searched the places he normally only looked at. He thought that Jae-young's
bangs had changed shape. Sang-woo crushed Jae-young's hairstyle with his hand. The
opportunity to touch him so freely was rare.

The arousal only grew stronger and showed no signs of abating. Sang-woo felt both
pleasure and anguish. How many times did he change the angle and kiss, turned Jae-
young's face away. Sang-woo thought that he would do this forever, he looked into his
eyes, although he was a little disappointed. I had never seen her face so red.

"You... Did you

practice?"
"Yes"
He glanced at his watch and it lasted nine minutes. It had the effect of practicing. Jae-
young gasped and frowned.

"How?"

"I don't want to say it."

"You didn't do it with someone else, did

you?" "No."
"Enough is enough, then."

He looked at Sang-woo with his disheveled hair. Sang-woo could easily feel the same kind of
drive as himself in his eyes. Jang Jae-young has never hidden her sexual desire from the very
beginning.

"I... I'll go in."

Sang-woo took his hand with a knob to resolve the awkward situation in someone else's
lap. At that moment, Jae-young pulled Sang-woo's shoulder and held his upper body in
his arms. He rubbed his lips against her forehead.

"Just stay a little longer. I can't calm down."

Jae-young hugged Sang-woo with all his might. It was too tight and it was hard to
breathe. Sang-woo silently closed his eyes and faced a lustful desire in his heart. It has
always been like this. He was only influenced by a slight impulse and that was enough to
trigger that situation.

"Hung."
 Sang-woo had no intention of saying anything. It was not coined for the reason. Always
failing to go to extremes, sexual desire was at the wheel.

Jae-young didn't reply. He just inhaled and exhaled sharply. Sang-woo's mouth fell open
again.

"I want to do it, with my Hyung."

There was silence. At that moment, Sang-woo was surprisingly calm. His heart was beating
fast, but it was like that from the moment he saw Jae-young leaning against the car. He had a
clear objective and knew what the most effective solution was.

"You are going to do it?"

Jae-young's voice was steady, and her head was clear. His grip on Sang-woo's shoulder gave
him more strength. After a moment of waiting, Jae-young replied with a hoarse voice.

"We enter?"

"I need some time to prepare." "How

long?"

"One hour."

Jae-young raised her left arm and looked at the clock.

"I'll be there at
3:32." "OK, see
you later."

Sang-woo said so and got out of the car.

Return 0

Bam bam bam bam bam!

Jang knocked on the door as the minute hand passed from 32 to 33 minutes. Even Sang-woo
was surprised by the precision of not breaking even for a second.

Sang-woo stared at the door for a while, then took a deep breath and walked over. When
he reached out his finger and released the lock on the door, it sounded like a machine and
the latch was released. Soon the door was flung open and Jae-young stepped onto the
porch. The moment was so overwhelming that Sang-woo inadvertently stepped back.

Even before the door closed, Jae-young's shoes flew around in any corner and the
contraceptives, which she was holding in one hand, were scattered on the floor like an
invitation. He put a bottle of wine with his right hand on the shoe rack and immediately
ran to Sang-woo.

After an hour of mind control and similar sexual activity, Sang-woo, who had his lust
deep down, was more nervous than excited. He was afraid of Jae-young, who hugged him
 tightly around the waist even though he made up his mind firmly. He didn't care much
before, but at that moment, he was aware that Jae-young was getting taller than him.

Jae-young pushed Sang-woo against the wall and put her lips on his cheeks, nose,
forehead, chin, and lips. He looked very unstable and Sang-woo became flustered. At
least his mouth smelled like fresh toothpaste, so he was a little relieved.

Jae-young's lips, which had been nipping at her lower lip, slid down her chin and onto her
neck. The lick with the tip of his tongue made Sang-woo cringe on his own. Before he
knew it, his hands entered his clothes and he felt his back, and pulled Sang-woo's waist
together tightly. As soon as he felt something too hard in his groin, Sang-woo stiffened
completely. He had mastered the universal foreplay course and simulated it several times
and was not lacking in theoretical study, but he was so nervous and scared that he
couldn't even move a fingertip.

"Forgiv
e me".
“…”
“Surely with a man… you've tried it… Is that true?”

Jae-young licked Sang-woo's neck without replying. been up to his chest, it fell off. While
Sang-woo was embarrassed, this time Jae-young locked his lips. He did it for 9 minutes
before, but he guessed it wasn't enough. Now it's time to get used to kissing him, but the
situationconfused how far to put his hands.

Sang-woo thought Jae-young was pushing himself up little by little during the kiss. He
thought he had taken a step or two back, but before he knew it, the bed was already
behind him. Seemingly closing his eyes, Jae-young naturally knocked Sang-woo down
like a judo technique. The stiff body leaned forward, and the head hit the pillow and saw
the white ceiling.

"mmmm."

The anxiety increased and hardened. He felt like he wanted to give up all his sexual desire. It
was a shame to take off his coat under a bright incandescent lamp, but the inconvenience was
too great to withdraw the decision.

"It will be over in about ten minutes." **yeah, of

course Sang-woo closed his eyes tightly. Then, he couldn't feel Jae-young's touch all over his
body anymore. When he opened his eyes slightly and looked up , Jae-young and their eyes
met. Jae-young's eyes loosened like the day she drank.

"Why are you so still? It's different than before." "...it's

because I'm kind of nervous."

"Are you ready?"

"You asked me before."

"Because I'm out of my mind now"

 "It's okay. I have washed every corner of my body, so don't worry. I cut my nails
and cleaned my inter…”

Jae-young closed Sang-woo's mouth with his hand.

“Shh. Don't explain that."

"Mmm.

" "Well, be quiet now."

Her lips filled the missing hand. The only thing that comes to mind is fear. The crash of
breaking the silence, Jae-young's expression With his eyes closed and his brows furrowed,
his hand caressing Sang-woo's waist and neck, and the pressure against his thigh made Sang-
woo nervous.

"What are you thinking now?"

Jae-young parted his lips for a while and said, Sang-woo swallowed his saliva. What
should I say? The mind was complicated by things like the process of sexual intercourse
and the mechanism of pleasure, advice read on the Internet, safety regulations, and
prevention. of diseases.

"There are many..."

"Forget the theory. This is real."

Jae-young said so and they kissed again. His hand, persistently toying with his hot ears,
moved down to his neck, his collarbone, and his chest. His thumb pressed on the useless
lumps, which he didn't know why. they were attached to the man's body and he began to
gently touch them. He pinched and rubbed again. His tongue fell from Sang-woo's lips and
held his opposite breast. He sucked heavily into his mouth and bit the nipple with his teeth.

" Ah..."

A strange moan came from his throat. Sang-woo quickly covered his mouth with his palm,
but Jae-young grabbed Jae-young's wrist and pulled him down again. He stopped talking for
a moment. For a while, pressing his chest and tormenting him persistently. It made his back
shake and his fingers harden. Sang-woo grabbed Jae-young by the back of her head and
pulled closer to his body. Then he bit down on the chest like if he had been allowed to do so.
Sang-woo gritted his teeth and stopped his moan

. brought'.

He was thirsty in the middle of a whirlwind. The more intense the touches, caresses and
games, the greater the tremors and the greater the frustration.

'Quickly... I want you to do something else.'

They have kissed and touched before. The reason why he called Jae-young today was to
raise this "tickling" feeling to the end and relieve it completely.

"Stop".

Jae-young's lips already lowered to her belly. Sang-woo didn't know when he was
cheating with his underwear. Jae-young touched and licked everything else, but didn't
 touch the swollen genitals that were about to explode. He was upset that Jae-young
seemed to be provoking him. He obviously ordered her to stop doing that and move on to
the next step, but she didn't listen.

"Stop... stop doing that already."

Instead of responding, Jae-young bit his side, causing Sang-woo to cry out. Sang-woo was a
bit upset and jumped on his upper body. Jae-young looked surprised.

"Take it off".

Sang-woo pulled Jae-young's shirt up without unbuttoning it. The well-built body
revealed itself and she gasped for breath. Jae-young crumpled his clothes and threw them
away and looked at Sang-woo. He didn't do anything, but he was out of breath. Jae-
young's impartial chest also rose and fell rapidly.

He's definitely a man, but he seems to have broader shoulders than Sang-woo, so why
does he feel sexual desire for this? If he had this taste,
how come he didn't feel anything like it when he was in the army? While Sang-woo was
asking a lot of questions, Jae-young jumped.

He walked over to the wall, turned off the lights, and turned around. All was darkness
when the light went out. Only the dim light that filtered through the window shone on
them. Sang-woo swallowed dry saliva from the tension. As he walked, Jae-young picked
up condoms and lubricants from the ground, took off his pants, and threw them away
randomly. Then she climbed into bed in her underwear.

The man in the dark blinked slowly. Lips sweetened, followed by the softest kind of kiss.
As soon as his eyes closed, Jae-young hugged Sang-woo's back and pushed him. He laid
him flat on the bed and lightly grabbed Sang-woo's genitals, preparing him for sex.
Laughing mischievously, he whispered in a slightly hoarse voice.

"What happened
with this?"
"Umm… I…"

"I asked the wrong question. Shshhhh."

Jae-young took off her underwear and put on the condom. Sang-woo deliberately didn't see
him as he did so. He soon knew where he was going to go, so he thought it would be better
for his sanity not to see it.

"Are you sure you got it right? Isn't it upside down?"

"Hey".

"Did you get the air out at the end?"

"If you care that much, do it yourself."

Jae-young ripped open another condom and put it on her finger. Sang-woo's mouth was
dry when he saw the gel squeezing on top of him. Biting her lip, she flexed her legs
tightly.

Not caring, Jae-young pulled Sang-woo's underwear down with one hand and overlapped
 his body. And when she saw him kissed, she thought she was going to distract him from
the background. As they kissed frantically, Jae-young's fingers tightened inside her body.

Jae-young kept poking at Sang-woo's mouth with her tongue, while at the same time
squeezing more gel around her fingers. Sang-woo took a deep breath and wrapped his
arm around Jang's neck. I wanted to believe that Jae-young had done it before. He would
never have entrusted such a dangerous task as that if he had not been an experienced
person.

"Sang-woo."

Jae-young whispered. The fingers still moved with force. Sang-woo was too nervous to reply.

"Are you going to stay calm later?" "That's when I'll know."

After the silly question and answer, the foreign object became much worse. He didn't
think it was just a finger. Jae-young moved her hands slowly back and forth. Sang-woo
frowned and grabbed his arm tightly.

"Are you okay?"

"Go on. I take pain well."

It felt like Jae-young had extended his fingers inward. The muscles stretched and the
discomfort grew. Jae-young spoke softly, "I don't like the person who has my fingers inside
to feel uncomfortable on their backside."

"I'm not saying it hurts."

"I know how to give pleasure through prostate stimulation. It is also used for
urology."

After making a sticky sound for a while, he turned his hand around and pressed
somewhere. He felt a strange sensation for a moment. Then

Jae-young's hand slipped out and a thud touched her butt. Although he expected it, he got
goosebumps. Sang-woo tried to push Jae-young's chest, but he squeezed her upper body
tighter.

"Wait a minute. Let me check your diameter.

"...don't use that word in this situation."
"That place is not expandable. If you do
something wrong..." "I'll be careful not to hurt
you."
Jae-young wasn't smiling at all. Sang-woo could see that he was also nervous. Anxiety
gripped his sweaty hands. Now he's thinking seriously but something thicker than a finger
opened the entrance. Sang-woo kept his mouth shut, but screamed inside. Jae-young, who
entered slightly, frowned and slipped away again. He squeezed out the lubricant, placed
the cold gel with his penis and pushed it back in.

Sang-woo gritted his teeth to not make any noise. He really took the pain well. However,
it was an experience he had never done before, so it wasn't easy.
 Jae-young he took Sang-woo's hand and steepled his fingers. He looked inside the joint
and moved slowly, then pressed forward. He touched Sang-woo's ear and kissed him
much harder than usual. Sang-woo held his breath His mouth hung open and he stood
still, his head going blank and his heart beating fast. with force. Nerves had gotten to him.
It seemed to get deeper and deeper, but he couldn't tell where it was going. Jae-young bit
Sang-woo's lips.

"You're doing this on purpose, right?"

"What…?"

took a deep breath and put the words together very

slowly. "Please relax, relax. It's going to break."
"..."
"Come on, stay calm... Just think about what you like to relax. Something like a forklift."

"What the hell?"

Sang-woo replied fiercely. His voice rested as a manifestation of his anxiety. Jang seemed
to be able to allow himself to joke, but not Sang-woo. Even

though he started it with his By his own permission, he didn't feel focused on that action
at all.

Jae-young slightly raised his head and looked into Sang-woo's eyes. His face was
distorted and Sang-woo felt bewildered meanwhile.

"What's wrong? "

"It hurts."

"What? What can I do to make you relax?" "I

don't know.hurts.”
“Ah…”

Sang-woo felt like crying.

“Just make it quick and finish it.”

“No, shit…see for yourself. What do I do when only half has entered?"

Sang-woo shook his head. He didn't want to see such a thing. He heard that the theoretical
acceptance du, but he doesn't know why it's the opposite. Something was wrong. Sang-woo
said, pushing Jae-young's shoulder.

"This is not pleasant at all. Take it out."

Jae-young shook her head desperately and kissed Sang-woo's neck. He replied with pity.

"No, I don't like that idea."

"Exclude when you say nice things.

" "Well... would you like to tell me the number pi numbers the circumference? Uh,
if you say up to 100 digits, I'll get it right away."
 "....do you think I can't?"

"Come on, do it."

Are you crazy?

Sang-woo smiled vainly, but Jae-young's expression was She didn't think that she would
seriously have to have all the digits of the number pi, but she opened her mouth because she
thought that Jang Jae-young wouldn't give up if she didn't

. 3.1415926...."

A hundred digits could have been recited by him in two minutes. He was slightly relieved
to think that this madness would end with a little patience. Sang-woo closed his eyes and
recited the numbers that came to mind.

"535897... Ugh, Ugh!"

However, Jae-young, who stood still, suddenly went deeper into him. When Sang-woo
stopped talking, he stopped. Looking at him, Jae-young she said with an innocent look on her
face

, "No, nothing happened.

Go on." "932...38...Ah,
ah...."
"Go on."

"46.... Hmph... Wait a minute. Stop. “

Sang-woo, have you forgotten? You said you knew up to a thousand

digits." "1,024 digits................. Argh!"
He couldn't help but scream. Jae-young pushed his penis. Sang-woo's body. Sang-woo
closed his eyes tightly with tears in his eyes.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

He punched her in the shoulder, but Jae-young didn't stop and moved her pelvis to insert his
penis further.

"It's okay. Everything's fine."

"It's not okay. See if it's bleeding. Quick."

Not having the courage to check it out himself, Jae-young sighed and looked down. He
then shook his head sharply and rested his forehead against Sang-woo's neck.

"I don't think it is. I think we can go on." “Wait a

minute, please.”
Jae-young raised his eyes and squeezed the gel into the joint. His penis slipped a bit and
went back in with lube. It was a shaky insertion.

Sang-woo grabbed Jae-woo's shoulder. Young hard and took the blow. It must have been
crazy to allow such a thing. Jae-young's member was filling his guts. Sang-woo clenched
 his teeth to keep from crying.

Jae-young raised his upper body with his hand. palm of his hand. He looked at Sang-woo
and began to move his pelvis slowly. He bit his lips with a distorted look. It was clear that
it wasn't entirely pleasurable either, but there was nothing to be done. *** the truth is that
if they can stop

"I hope this ends soon."

Now, there was only one thing that Sang-woo wanted. If she got sexually aroused with him,
did she wonder if Jae-young would ejaculate a little sooner? Sang-woo wrapped his hands
around Jae-young's cheeks and pulled them towards him.

When he kissed her lips deeply, Jae-young stopped moving and leaned against Sang-
woo's chest. His mouth was filled with wild breath and his heart was pounding rapidly.

"Why don't you continue?"

Jae-young didn't reply. Instead, he raised his head slightly and looked at Sang-woo with a
relaxed look. Sang-woo forgot how to breathe for a moment. Although he didn't get the
pleasure he expected, his heart beat fast when he looked at Jae-young.

Sang-woo caught his breath and stroked his sweat-soaked thighs. Jae-young trembled as
she propped her back up with her fingertips. Sang-woo grabbed his back neck and put his
lips close to his ear. And whispered low.

"Hyung, you said you wanted to have sex with me. Hurry up."

Jae-young's eyebrows were furrowed. Suddenly he leaned fully on Sang-woo. As Sang-woo

blinked without knowing what was happening, he stuck out his genitals with a nervous
attitude.

"why are you suddenly doing and saying things you don't usually
do?" “…”
Jae-young took out the condom, tied it in a knot, and tossed it anywhere. It was a goal.

But after his ejaculation, his member still stood erect. Sang-woo was slow to check the
diameter with his eyes and felt bewildered just imagining that 'it' had been inside him.
When Jae-young took out a new condom and tried to open it, Sang-woo knelt down and
grabbed his arm.

"Not this way, let's do it like last time." "Why? No. I

didn't even do it right."

"It's not your fault. If you can't do it, there's a better way for both of us." ** refers to
masturbating together without penetration

"Who can't do it???!" *** They called poor Jae-young a bad fuck,
she yelled with a red face. There was a small sigh. "It's so narrow,
you... It's so late."
 "Think about it. There's no way the tightness will grow, and we can go another
way."

Jae-young smiled and looked at Sang-woo. He seemed to have regained some of his usual
self-control.

"But once I've got it out, I can worry about going for another round."

Sang-woo didn't have time to take it in. Jae-young grabbed the condom. He took the tip,
quickly put it on and put his face close to Sang-woo.

"Give me one more

chance." "..."

"Five minutes."

It was time to deny with a single blow, but Jae-young's expression was too serious. Sang-woo
fell into the desperate look.

"...so only five minutes."

It didn't seem like it would be much different this time, only because he failed anyway and
was willing to hold out for another five minutes. Sang-woo lay on his bed waiting for the
moment only for Jae-young to feel pleased.

After hearing the squeeze of the tube, Jae-young overlapped again. But this time he
turned Sang-woo face down. He was lying on his stomach when Jae-young calmly moved
with the force of the pushes...

"...Sunbae?"

Sang-woo looked back in bewilderment. Instead of answering, Jae-young slowly inserted it

into Sang-woo's hole. Sang-woo gritted his teeth again and started counting down from 300.
Only this time it wasn't as painful and unpleasant as the first time. Sang-woo waited for the
moment Jang rushed at him. But Jae-young didn't set everything in motion instantly.

Jae-young moved his genitals slowly from behind with his chest pressed against Sang-
woo's back. Unlike before, he seemed to be writing or scratching on

the wall. Sang-woo, who was counting the posture of the two lying on their stomachs like
beasts and the structure of the organs, soon noticed their intentions.

Until he counted down to 224. It was a time when he counted at ease, thinking he had
gotten used to the piston. Sang-woo, who was supporting his bed with his palm,
subconsciously groaned.

"Ahhh..."

It was because the end of the penis touched a point. Sang-woo kept his mouth shut and
continued the countdown. 220… 219… 218….

“Ugh…ahhh” again.

“Sang-woo, are you counting

right?” “215. Don't worry."
 Jae-young hugged her back and hit harder. This time it was on the same spot. The sheet
crumpled tightly in her hand. She thought it was a coincidence, but she hit on the same
spot again.

" I'm halfway there now. Should we stop?"

Sang-woo couldn't answer. Every time he tried to answer, he felt strange and clenched his
teeth. If it had been a slow search before, now Jae-young had started digging persistently.
And a kind of pleasure came. direct and deep that was different from directly stimulating the
genitals. It was the first sensation he had ever felt.

"Ahh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhh…"

A subtle feeling came periodically. Although he bit his lip to prevent moans, he pushed
immediately and kept opening his mouth

, "Wait a minute... Wait, ooohhhh..."

"Why? What's the problem?" "Do it

slowly................. no, quickly..."
Sang-woo thought he didn't know what he was talking about. He just closed his eyes and
tried not to get carried away by new pleasures. But on the other hand, he wanted to lose
his mind over that sense. I didn't know what the truth was.

Jae-young rested her chin on Sang-woo's shoulder and stretched further. The hand, which
felt his chest and neck, went up to his cheek and grabbed Sang-woo's hair. Then the way
he shook his waist became more and more apparent. Jang

found and pressed that corner that made Sang-woo's arms stiff like arrows shooting
coordinates. The cycle accelerated more and more.

"Uh, oohhhh... Ahh!"

Sang-woo held on with his arms tight. But no matter how hard he tried to keep his mouth
shut, he couldn't stop the moans coming from inside him. Another wave came before he
could regain his senses. Sang-woo began to be dragged away. The pace quickened more
and more. He thought it was once a second, but at some point, he couldn't afford to keep
counting down.

"Ah, ah, aaahhhh!"

A strange sound came out of his mouth. It was something he hadn't even imagined he
could do. The sound of Jae-Young's breath hitting his ear became more and more violent.
Then Jae-young bit her earlobe and pushed her genitals to the roots. Sang-woo screamed,
feeling as if he had been punched in the stomach.

His well-standing arm trembled and his posture collapsed. It was impossible even if he
tried to get up again with his hands. Sang-woo lost the strength to hold on and panted
with his cheeks and shoulders on the bed. Then Jae-young's weight spilled over her. He
held Sang-woo tightly behind his back and whispered in his ear.

"What...yeah? Should we stop?"

Sang-woo shook his head with his face down. He felt like it was getting weird, but he wanted
to cry in agony… but he hated it even more when Jang stopped. More more. Faster, stronger.
Through clenched teeth, he screamed inwardly. He wanted more.

Jae-young suddenly stopped moving. Familiar with the cycle of successive pleasures,
Sang-woo looked back in a moment of anger. Jae-young scooted over and pushed Sang-
woo's body to his side and turned him onto his back.

He quickly walked over and lowered his stance, putting Sang-woo's legs on his shoulders.
He spread his hands between her hips and then his alter ego flooded back.

Jae-young moaned and bit Sang-woo's lips. Sang-woo tightly gripped Jae-young's arms.
She squeezed her eyes shut, enduring the feel of his hard flesh penetrating her gut.

This time, Jae-young was tough from the start. Immediately, he pushed through the roots
so that the flesh and body could touch and make a crashing sound. His lower body jerked
violently, and the regular stimuli began again. Sweat dripped from the tip of Jae-young's
nose. A serious face looked angry.

"Ah, ah, ah... Ugh, shit, wait a minute..."

Sang-woo hugged Jae-young's neck and held on. Jae-young's hands pressed to her cheek and
impatient fingers entered her mouth. Sang-woo bit down hard on his finger to keep from
being swept away by the sensation across the border of pain and pleasure. The first storm of
stimulation drenched the body and caused the waist to shake. As the sound of the meat
rubbing together grew louder, the thirst deepened.

Feeling suffocated, Sang-woo put his hand to his own penis. To ease the tremors, dull
blooming, and increased libido, he clung to his pillar and quickly moved up and down.
The oddly hot male muscle trembled at the slightest provocation. She thought that she
could feel the best pleasure if she touched him a little more.

However, Jae-young suddenly squeezed Sang-woo's hand, who was rapidly exercising up
and down, and steepled his fingers. I couldn't do anything doing that with the other hand.

"Let it go, I can't stand it!"

Sang-woo jerked his upper body roughly, but Jae-young crushed him with her body. He
looked at Sang-woo silently and only moved his waist. When he tried again and struck in
the same place, his eyes gleamed with each blow. The sexual desire, which had rebelled
against everything, jumped with wings. Sang-woo fought for an immediate ejaculation.

"Fuck, I can't!"

"Ha ha ha, what's the matter with you without manners? If you keep cursing... quit
already."

Jae-young had no choice but to move her buttocks instead of keeping her hands away
from her genitals. He couldn't stand the gap in the way to go in, so he went first and hit it
at speed. An unrefined moan cut through the air. The noise filled the small room. Rough
breaths tore from the lungs like a marathon runner. Sang-woo held Jae-young's hand so
tightly and bit him on the shoulder.

"No, shit... I'm going crazy."

Between moans and breaths, Jae-young whispered. He told Sang-woo not to swear, but he
was swearing too. He lowered his upper body to kiss Sang-woo's neck.
"Huck, huck…"

"Sang-woo… How many years in prison are you going to go to jail for driving people
crazy?"

"Ugh... Ohh... Hak!"

"Huh? Tell me, what's the fine if you make a person... go crazy?"

Jae-young's moan broke in her ear. He released Sang-woo's wrist and squeezed his watery
penis. Sang-woo, forgetting his holding thoughts, opened his mouth and groaned loudly.

It didn't sound like his voice. It couldn't have been him. The body that accepted the man's
penis could not have been his. But Sang-woo didn't care. It was only important that the
full stimulus be directed towards the end.

"What... what are you talking

about?" "Chu Sang-woo, you are
very sexy."
When Jae-young whispered in his ear and put his penis on his roots, Sang-woo reached
his peak.

He saw the end of the stimulus. The snow closed and the substance that was contained
like lava was released. Sparks of color flashed in the dark vision. Even with his eyes
closed, he felt dizzy from the bright light. Sang-woo had never felt anything like this. It
was incredible.

"Ha, ha…"

Although there was a strange sound as Jae-young escaped from her body, she couldn't
afford to feel embarrassed. He was so infatuated with pleasure. Jae-young seemed to have
poured the paint from head to toe, which is sexy. Without it, he could not have felt such
deep satisfaction.

"You are very swollen."

The voice seemed to echo in the distance. A chill lingered at the tips of her fingers. Sang-
woo looked at his sweaty finger, thinking that it was amazing.

Reason slowly returned. He wondered if the clock that pointed to 4:58 was broken.
Unlike him, Jae-young's genitals, which were still aroused, were blurred. So there was a
sense of trouble that

his body was not clean. But he was so sleepy that he couldn't even raise a hand. I didn't
want to do anything in this state of mind.

"Are you sleepy? Let's change the sheets and go to sleep."

Sang-woo blinked. In the dark, Jae-young held a sheet folded into a square. Instead of
getting up, Sang-woo extended his arms towards her. Soon Jae-young got up and
crouched down. Sang-woo clutched his neck and closed his eyes.

"Sang-woo." "…" "Do you sleep?"

Sang-woo's bedtime is never past one. Actually, it was a miracle that he was awake until
five. When Jae-young said, "Are you sleeping, you pervert?", he seemed to be already
 asleep.

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It hadn't been long since she opened her eyes and felt someone heavy beside her. Also, it
was curious that this someone was such a strange and abstract boy.

Jae-young rested her head on her arm and looked closely at the sleeping boy's face. There
was clearly a strong impression on his nose and eyebrows. Watching him like this added
a sharp and intelligent feeling. Meanwhile, an elegant neckline on her white skin that ran
from her chin gave a youthful look. Jae-young loved the contrasting impressions on her
face.

The sun was shining through the window. Particles of light seemed to dance across his
black hair and eyebrows. There was such a romantic corner that morning.

As soon as he leaned down and hugged him, Sang-woo widened his eyes. The blinking
eyes, which seemed drowsy and sleepy, moved up and down. Jae-young smiled very
confidently, keeping her eyes on him.

"Did you sleep well?"

Sang-woo widened his eyes. He seemed to remember what had happened the day before.
The gesture of resting his hand on her forehead turned out to be sensual. Not so much the
movement itself, but because it revealed her naked body.

"Yes".

Sang-woo dealt with the questions that came in, then turned around and stood up.

"Er…"

He limped and let out an uncomfortable moan.

'Was it too much last night?'

As always in Jae-young's daily life, the day before didn't go as planned. Originally, he had to
pour the wine on the table* and let the atmosphere turn warm, and waited for Sang-woo to
get carried away with the situation, then melted him from head to toe and tried to relax the
game. With gentle manners and perfect technique, she tried to give the impression that sex
with him was very satisfying and sweet.

N: *It is a phrase of good omen, to call good luck.

After imagining everything for 10 minutes waiting at the door, it was difficult to hold
back until the agreed time, as her body was almost out of control. His intention was to
melt him (to Sang-woo) like ice. However, as soon as the act began, the feeling did not
turn out as expected. Jae-young ended up getting reprimanded.

He doesn't know why he was so out of his mind when he put it (his penis). Is it because it
was the boy's first time, or perhaps his hole was exceptionally small? It was somewhat
 troublesome for Jae-young, as the stimulation was so intense that it was difficult to move,
and the situation was somewhat awkward and awkward. As a result, the act became rough
and indelicate, as he was torn between excitement and frustration.

Sang-woo entered the bathroom without saying a word while Jae-young was left alone.
She lay on her back on the pillow, and just by remembering what she felt the night before,
the arousal returned. You heard that humans are in heat 24 hours a day.

Jae-young didn't do anything and lay down for a while, then got up from the bed and
opened the window wide. He wandered around the room, cleaning up the traces of the
previous day. Picked up clothes and garbage. The sheets piled in the corner were placed
in the washing machine and she swept the room with a broom. He didn't like cleaning and
he had no talent for it, but if he didn't, Sang-woo would have to.

Sang-woo came out when Jae-young was drinking cold water after finishing cleaning.
Unlike when he entered the bathroom in his underwear, he came out dressed both top and
bottom and his hair was wet. It took her a long time to get out of the shower, so Jae-
young joked around.

"You were fucking her*, right?"

N: * the original note says 'giving your daughter', but I consider it more comfortable to read
it in Latin jargon, for a better understanding. He asked her if she was masturbating.

"..."

I was saying it as a joke, but apparently it was true. Sang-woo stood up with an anxious look
on his face. He poured water into a cup and drank it immediately. A wary look fell on Jae-
young's face.

"You do not
go?" "mmm
yes…I'm
leaving."
Looking at the clock, it was almost noon.

"What about lunch?"

"I'll take care of that myself."

There was only one '3 minute*' curry in the pantry. Even if I wanted to invite him to dinner,
it seemed that he would be rejected for reasons like "I want to be alone".

N: * Instant curry that has a preparation time of 3 minutes.

Sang-woo frowned and sat down on a chair. He asked if he was okay but he replied with a to
go away. Although he knew well that it was time to retreat strategically, Jae-young did not
stop.

"Don't you have a part-time job today?" "I'll

get some rest and go."
 "So, will you go like this*? Where is your mobile phone?"

N: *He means he's sore from last night

Sang-woo looked at him strangely for the question, but it wasn't something that bothered
him. Looking around the room, Jae-young reached into Sang-woo's backpack and took out
his cell phone. Sang-woo took another sip of water and leaned back on his desk as if he
wasn't curious about Jae-young's behavior.

Jae-young looked up the guy from the computer room in the phone book and called him.

- Hey Sang-woo, what's up?

"Hello, boss. I'm a close friend of Sang-woo's. He's not feeling well today, so I'm
thinking of going to work instead."

- Huh, is he really sick?

"Yeah, I don't think I'm in a situation where I can get out.

- Have you ever worked in a computer room?

Jae-young replied that he only had a restaurant in his work experience, but the boss
accepted it. They asked him to arrive 30 minutes early. After hanging up the phone, Sang-
woo stared at him.

"...you do not have to

do it." "Stay
resting."
"There's a lot to do. You need to know how to clean the store, prepare food and
handle card payments."

"I'll take care."

Sang-woo sighed with an expression of doubt as to whether he was trustworthy.

"Thanks. I'll send you the day's money when I get paid."

Jae-young, who had no idea she would hear such a cordial response, blinked. Still, he did
not miss the opportunity.

"Don't worry about the money, do something for me in return."

"like what?"

“Change the way my name is listed in your phone book.”

Jae-young handed Sang-woo back his cell phone. In fact, he looked in the phone book
and saw that his number was still saved as “Free Ride 3.” Sang-woo replied with a
nonchalant look.

“Okay.

” “Condition. Include special characters."

 "what do you mean?"
"Don't use taboo words like. Vision, design, CD, department. None of that."

Sang-woo kept his 'I don't know what you're talking about' expression for a while and
returned to his expressionless face.

"Okay." "Rest,
then."
Jae-young patted his head and headed at the door.

'Why am I being so nice?'

He went downstairs thinking that. Although he was good at pretending to be nice, Jae-young
was basically a selfish person. He used to keep the best attitude wherever he went, but he
didn't like being bothered and didn't have a soft spot. But why was he? so pitiful to see Sang-
woo cringing his back in pain? **he got hit really hard last night =(

He started the car, but didn't go in the direction of his house. He packed kimchi stew, soft
tofu stew, and two bowls of rice in the most delicious restaurant in the area and bought an
ointment for sensitive skin at the pharmacy When he stopped at the market and calculated
the drinks, cushions, sandwiches, eggs, meat, vegetables and

fruits, he found himself with two large bags In his hands. Finally, he bought this and that
at the bakery and headed to Sang-woo's house.

The door opened long after he knocked. Jae-young walked past Sang-woo, who was
slightly hunched over, and left five bags on the floor.

"Eat this now and heat this another for dinner."

He took out the stew and brought it to Sang-woo's desk. He put the cushion on the chair
and put two bottles of yogurt juice, food and fruit in the refrigerator.

"Eat the rest when you're hungry."

He put down the snack box, jar, and bag of bread on the ground and took out the ointment
from the small bag and held it in Sang-woo's hand.

"Put this on if it hurts."

Sang-woo frowned as if he didn't understand. This time, Jae-young went to the door to leave,
but couldn't take it anymore and quickly turned around. He dropped the shoe that was half on
the ball of his foot, went back into the room and hugged the man who was standing in the
middle. Sang-woo didn't rebel and returned the gentle hug.

"Yesterday was a good day."

Jae-young whispered. Although he pretended to be fine, his head filled with Sang-woo's
face, who was imbued with pleasure. After a while, Sang-woo replied.

"Lie, you didn't

ejaculate." "I did it
once."
 "Is it because I couldn't
stand it?" "No, is not
that."
Although he tried to comfort him, it was great in the end. I was sad because the time was
not right.

"Don't think unnecessary things and rest well."

"Yes".
Thinking that it would be dangerous to be closer, Jae-young quickly backed off. Sang-
woo didn't stop him.

As he walked down the ragged stairs and out of the building, a dazzling blue sky greeted
him. Instead of getting in the car immediately, Jae-young stood by the bike rack and
smoked in the sun.

'Am I achieving my goal?'

How hard has it been to be constantly rejected by Sang-woo? She used all of her love skills,
which she knew would always work, to sleep with Chu Sang-woo and endured it with
superhuman patience without even touching him. But now that he got what he wanted, he
should feel refreshed. However, behind that satisfaction was an unidentifiable discomfort.
Jae-young didn't like that vague sentiment.

'Is it because I can't handle a person like him?'

He smiled and tossed the half-lit cigarette into the trash can.

⌘W

The next day, Sang-woo appeared in the practice room at the usual time, with a look and
attitude as if nothing had happened. He left his hat in Jae Young's car, so I was hoping he
wasn't wearing it, but he was wearing another black hat with a similar design. Jae-young
didn't know that Sang-woo had a spare.

"Long time no see."

Yu-na greeted him and looked at Jae-young.

"Yes".

Sang-woo walked in, put his backpack on an empty seat, opened his bag, and took out his
laptop. It was time to plug in the mouse and sit on the chair, but he pulled out another one
and threw it at Jae-young. Inside the white plastic bag printed with the pharmacy logo, Jae-
young's belt, black boxer shorts, and socks were folded. Everything seemed to have been
washed.

"I have what you left at my house. Please give me my cap. And…"

She spoke casually, and suddenly walked over to Jae-young after confirming that Yu-na had
her back to her. She turned her palms around her mouth and whispered into Jae-young's ear.

"You put on my underwear, right? Please bring them tomorrow."

"Huh? Uh…"

Jae-young stuttered like a mule. "I

have done what you asked."
Sang-woo took out his cell phone. When Jae-young received it and opened it, the phone
book immediately came out. Jae-young went down the list with a slight heartbeat.
Where did the name go? It went down, down and finally appeared.

Jae-young ᄉᄇ Э

*as it appears in the original text

“…”

He didn't expect his name to appear with a heart symbol, but he

thought that was weird. And he supposed 'ᄉᄇ' could be the
acronym for "sunbae" but it seemed something else.
"Done?"

Sang-woo took his cell phone from Jae-young's hand looking at the screen and put it in
his bag.

"Hey, what do you mean by that special symbol?" "Do

I have to tell you?"

“well yeah"

"I looked up all the special symbols and that was the one that fit you best."

"☆ not a star, ※ not important, ♬ not fun, Э it's a bathtub. Are you kidding?"

"It's always hot.like you, sunbae." **HAHAHAHAHAHA

"..."

The gap between "Jae-young hyung " and "Jae-young ᄉᄇ Э" wasn't
very nice, but when he heard the explanation, he found it so far-fetched. In any case, it's
encouraging that it's not still "Free Ride 3" and wondered if it wasn't Jang Jae-young, a
veteran of visual design like others. Seeing Jae-young's face, Sang-woo snapped.

"Don't get obsessed with a few bytes of data."

"Who's obsessed with?"
"You're like dad... a few letters mean nothing.

" So do you want me to put you in my phone book as a 'chewing puppy'?"

"I don't really care. Because I'm not a 'chewing puppy.'"

Sang-woo said it like it wasn't something important. He then held out his hand to see if he
could think of anything.
 "Look, what
did you say?"
"...it's a
secret.-
young took his mobile and hid it in his pocket. Sang-woo quickly gave up. He went back
home and looked at the time table with a gloomy face, and Jae-young put the white
plastic bag in the drawer.

"I'll set up the sound this week. I found a good sound effect without copyright. I'll
email you a link now, so please check it out and let me know what you think”

“How's the sound quality?”

"There are so many different things. I think there is something useful if you look hard
enough."

"I think it's better to ask for the production of the opening music and looping
background music, even if it's the sound effect. I'll take care of this."

"It's fine."

Soon, a click and a mouse click came from the right. However, Jae-young's hands, which had
stopped since Sang-woo appeared, showed no signs of moving again. Jae-young looked at
Sang-woo, took a sip of coffee, looked at Sang-woo again, turned on his cell phone for no
reason, looked at Sang-woo once more, and scratched his neck. How could she work with
him at her side?

She longed to touch him, kiss him and hug him from behind. It was absurd to try to find a
reason to have physical contact. At least it was for Jae-young. She knew that kissing
would give her access to caresses and free use of her hands, and having sex would give
her access to their bodies. However, with someone like Sang-woo, even he was hesitant
to even pinch her cheek.

'I have never done anything right by force'

It was Chu Sang-woo who dominated that relationship. If Jae-young was an elevator,
Sang-woo would be like a ladder, so if Jae-young tried to do something, Sang-woo would
stand still. Although they seemed to be in the same position, it would be Jae-young who
would follow him. He had no choice but to wait while the stalemate lasted. This
relationship has been working that way.

"What are you doing?"

A sudden sound woke Jae-young from her thoughts. Sang-woo was next to him on the
chair. The light from the monitor wisely spread over her motivated eyes.

"What's this?"

As Sang-woo scaled down, the pink circle that filled the screen shrank. When Jae-young
reduced the size of the areola to 100%, it looked like a mole. Sang-woo only saw a
character with a tube around his waist in a swimsuit for a while.
"I asked you to modify the button first. Partial monetization is not a priority."

"I'm going to do this first."

The names of the two characters in "Beven" are Chu Chu-chu and Zeze. Sang-woo's first
name was Cheol-soo, but he changed it after an argument with Jae-young. They both wear
basic clothing when they start the game, but they designed an ad that improves performance
when you buy and install an item with cash.

"Where were we?"

Jae-young put her work away and showed Sang-woo what she had completed. Rock Star
Chu-chu, Master Chu-chu, Confucian Scholar Chu-chu, Ghost Chu-chu, Mobster Chu-
chu, Mechanic Chu-chu, Nomad Chu-chu, Barista Chu-chu , the gypsy Chu-chu, the
Dumb Chu-chu. He has completed ten concepts and was working on one related to
swimming pool.

"When did you do so much?"

"Look. You can change her eyes and hair color too." "You didn't
tell me that."

"I said it now, so it's fine."

Every time Jae-young pressed the keyboard, Chu-chu's hairstyle changed with a sullen
look on her carrot face. Baby hair, two block hair, half cut hair, foil silver hair, tied up
long hair, sport cut, braid. They were all hairstyles that he wanted Sang-woo to try. In
particular, she thought that the half-cut style would be amazing because of the shape of
her head. Sang-woo had his arms crossed as he stared at the character with green eyes and
ash brown hair for a while.

"The quality is good, but it's not a priority. What about Zeze? I also
took care of that."
Jae-young also showed his female character in cash by flipping through the image
archive. Sang-woo, who saw it until At the end, he frowned and drummed his fingertips
on the desk.

"It's gender bias. Do it right." "Why? It's the

same.”
“You just changed the color of the skirt, did you think I wouldn't notice?”

Jae-young honestly thought she wouldn't.

“It's not good. Let's equalize the quality of the two characters. And before that,
modify the buttons."

"Wait. I'm just doing this."

Jae-young opened the work file again to enlarge Chu-chu's right breast in the pool.
Taking the murmur "What are you doing?" as the background, he gave it a three-
dimensional effect

.looks
so…"
"Sexy?"
"Perverte
d.

" "How did I know he was thinking something dirty?"

At last he had an excuse to touch him. Jae-young wrapped his arms around Sang-woo's
waist and pulled him gently. She said, spreading her fingers over her hips,

“It's a good thing you can read minds.”

“Why are you doing this here in the Practice Room? It's not just the two of us."

Sang-woo whispered, brushing his hands away. Jae-young smiled and looked up. Fingers
crossed, Sang-woo shook his head and ran away.

"Come quickly, before they catch us."

Are you crazy, in the practice room?"

"I run with your hard drive. I'll send you a file every time you do." "It's
coming, how are you going to get Hard out?"

"That's right, I was computer illiterate."

Sang-woo was also smiling. Jae-young thought that it was something so precious that she
had never seen before. However, it seemed that that was not the only reason why he
couldn't take his eyes off her.

Jae-young was going to stop playing at that point, but Sang-woo came and sat next to him
and got playful. When Jae Young stabbed him from behind with his finger, it twisted his
body and Sang-woo tried to get mad at him. However, it kept tickling her side, so she
couldn't help but laugh. Sang-woo laughed breathlessly and pushed Jae-young's stomach
with his slippers. The whole scene was ridiculously cute.

"Oh crazy... Stop it, hyung. It's really... It's hard."

'I want to take it and eat it'. Jae-young thought.

Suddenly, his mischievous mind completely disappeared. Instead, he wanted to tame him and
punish him right there. I wanted to ask her why she was smiling in such a charming way.

Jae-young was already holding Sang-Woo's wrist tightly and wrapping one hand around
his waist. The smile gradually disappeared from Sang-woo's face when he saw Jae-
young's face.

“…”

The atmosphere had changed. At the time I wanted to be a beast, in a 19+ comedy genre.
If they were two dogs, not people, they would be stuck right now, like they were the day
before.

Bang!
 At that moment, the one who had been completely forgotten about showed his presence
splendidly. A fluorescent orange glass rolled over and hit Jae-young's foot. Jae-young
casually picked it up and slowly turned her head back. Yu-na stood up in a clumsy
movement with her shoulders all hunched.

Sang-woo slipped out of Jang's grasp. His ears were red when he returned to his seat,
continued as if nothing had happened and looked at the monitor again.

Jae-young waved her hand for Yu-na to return to her seat and turned around. She had
been asking so much lately, so he told her something about his relationship with Sang-
woo. He doesn't know why she looks so surprised though. For a while, in an awkward
atmosphere, only the sound of the mouse and keyboard was heard. Until Yu-na opened
her mouth.

"Jang-Jae-Young-we two -cigarettes- shall we go?"

Jae-young stood up without saying anything, packing a box of cigarettes and a lighter. As he
gestured towards the door, Yu-na took out her slippers first. Jae-young patted Sang-woo on
the back of the head and followed her.

"Did you sleep together?"

As soon as he reached the first floor, he asked. Choi is unmatched in his direct way of
speaking among those Jae-young knows. (It's a story before meeting Choo Sang-woo.)
Instead of responding rashly, Jae-young lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. Yu-na spat out
in a high-pitched tone.

"You said it was a passing thing last time, are you messing with an innocent boy?"

"What are you saying?"

It was an inaudible sound. Jae-young looked at her friend's face with a puff of smoke. Yu-
na isn't the serious type, and she's quite the classic type in love. She tends to fall in love
quickly, and thanks to that, she has already suffered the aftermath.

"Is that how you're going to proceed?"

"Who do you think you are? Shouldn't you ask me first?" "It's
different. What are you going to do in the future?"

It was an angry voice. Jae-young answered irritably.

"What's wrong with you? What do you mean?"
Yu-na closed her mouth at the comment. He had never done this before while he was near
her. Yu-na only smoked for a while.

"I was worried last time you told me, but I didn't want to intrude. . It's been a few days,
so I'm going to be direct this time... You're so irresponsible! are you playing like this
and then throw it away and… go study abroad?”

Jae-young smoked more than half of the cigarette and then kicked it. Who is playing and
who is throwing who? He was very angry. It is not the Joseon Dynasty, when people slept
once and lived together for the rest of their lives.
"You're being too emotional, aren't you?"

Being drawn to your heart's content by a person you met lightly. He knew that she had
been grieving for almost half a year because her old relationship had ended badly. He
understood what she meant, but what was happening right now was his business and he
didn't want to let her interfere.

"Do you think all cases are the same just because you had a relationship with a
scumbag of a person?"

"Well said... I got a scumbag. What's different about what you're doing to him right
now?"

"Why should I explain that? You don't know what's going on, so don't talk about
it."

His bleached blonde hair fluttered in the wind. Yu-na looked sad as if it was her own
story.

"You're going to leave. The situation is the same... how can I not care?"

Jae-young held a new cigarette in her mouth without saying a word. Disgust faded in the
depths of his heart. It seemed that Yu-na pressed a switch that she shouldn't have pressed.

He doesn't think about the future. The motto is to live a fun life doing what you want and
enjoying yourself in the moment. And Jae-young is crazy about Chu Sang-woo right now.
What's wrong with that?

He felt a little better when he lit the lighter and took a deep breath. Jae-young exhaled the
smoke slowly as if taking a deep breath.

"Don't tell me, why do you worry about that? Who knows if I'll feel the same until then
or he will feel the same? I can't afford to worry about it because I'm too busy focusing
on the present."

The horse was badly stopped. So, he's telling him not to forget about Sang-woo when he
leaves the country. It wasn't even funny.

Furthermore, Chu Sang-woo, standing under that staircase, did not even understand this
situation as an affair. He didn't think that anyone who was worried that his sexual desire
would become too severe and his grades would be very sad that Jae-young would be gone
in two months. This uncomfortable feeling was completely up to Jae-young.

"You're the only one who does stupid things. Don't force others."

Yu-na was silent for a few minutes. He just looked at the sky with a blank face and smoked
two cigarettes in a row. Jae-young waited until she was ready.

"Yes… you're right, the situation is so similar that I must have dived in as if it was my
own problem."

Soon Yu-na said what she wanted. She spat out a curse and said, "Sorry to be nosy." Jae-
young praised her easy side. They had different personalities and ways of thinking, but
until now that hadn't stopped them from being friends.

"But you... were you originally Bai?" **I didn't understand this
"Maybe not. I don't know."

Jae-young answered honestly. I have never seriously thought about something like that.

"Jae-young huh."

Yu-na only called him that when she was joking.

"When you leave, be nice to me. You break my heart." She wrinkled her face and said
quietly.

Jae-young thought she was saying all kinds of nonsense. She didn't even know how he
and Sang-woo were getting along these days.

"Oh poor thing...I'm sure you've never been in a relationship before.

How did this bastard get you?"*

N: *She's referring to Sang-woo. She wonders how he could have been caught by someone
like Jae-young.

Jae-young laughed at the nonsense she said. Who the hell got caught?

From Yu-na's point of view, 'poor' Chu Sang-woo had been caught on Jang's hook. In that
sense, Yu-na had misunderstood him, however, Jae-young didn't bother to explain how
things were going recently.

"Do you think he's dumb? He's already been in a

relationship." "You must be kidding me."
"Well, he wouldn't lie even if he broke his mouth."
"I can not imagine."
Yu-na bowed her head.

Jae-young didn't reply. I used to think the same, but now it's different. It was hard to find at
first, but it was like a hell ant that had no choice but to be sucked up once it was taken away.
Jae-young was not proud that he was the only one in the world who noticed Chu Sang-woo's
charm.

"I'll go for now. Stay between yourselves today. I won't bother you."

Yu-na went upstairs and after a while she came down again, and made a gesture with her
hand on his back. Jae-young put her hand in her pocket and looked at the sky. Then he
entered the building.

⌘W

"Nice".

It was a day of ecstasy to the point of talking to himself. The afternoon sky was a dark
indigo, tinted violet, gently fading. It stimulated his imagination.

It was dark and nice, so she would love to go skating. However, for a vicious employer,
Jae-young was forced to work as a slave in the practical laboratory.

On the graphical and creative side of the project, there was a huge mountain of device-
specific modifications and optimizations caused by the change in flowcharts, however,
 they had mostly been done already, so I had Jae-young had some time to relax. On the
other hand, the development of the project was a war against debugging. Sang-woo's
monitor was always full of red letters, and Jae-young, who didn't know anything about
coding and programming, knew that it was a bad sign.

'the resources are not complete yet, so (blah blah blah)... The code that distributes and
handles the data (blah blah blah blah) is in the case of a global variable...'

Jae- Young had already asked him what that meant, but he didn't want to try again,
because he remembered that he hadn't found the root cause of the flaw in the code.

When he returned to his seat after looking out the window for a while, Sang-woo stopped
working and looked at Jae-young. Jae-young guessed that she had something to ask.

"What happen?"

"You keep looking out the

window." "Yeah, because it's
my favorite weather."
"If you want to go out and have fun, you can."

What a surprise! Chu Sang-woo had never been willing to allow an unwarranted break.
Did he become generous after working hard for so many days, or did he become soft after
the relationship progressed? Jae-young thought it would be nice if it was the latter.

"Then finish for today. See you tomorrow."

Sang-woo spoke calmly, then straightened his back and sat down.

He's not smart enough for a joke, but he's short-sighted. Why does it end in "I guess you
want to play"? Can't you think who I want to play with? Jae-young looked at the sky once
more and turned the chair around.

"San
g-
woo.
"
"Yes
?"

"Come play basketball with me."

Typing stopped. Sang-woo replied after a ten second pause.

"I'm busy."

He was like a soft jelly today. Jae-young, who was expecting such an answer, stood up with a
smile. He languidly stretched out and looked at Sang-woo's monitor for no reason and
quickly kissed his cheek.

"I'll be there first. Finish up and come."

Sang-woo hesitated and followed after a while. They walked silently and awkwardly down
the stairs, making their way outside, where the darkness had settled. As Sang-woo walked
parallel along the wall at Jeongnyun-dong, Jae-young acted somewhat shy and hesitant as if
he had never been in a relationship before.

"Are you good at basketball?"

That was the question.

"I do not think it is."

He answered modestly, but basketball was Jae-young's safest sport. I was so into it since I
was in junior high and high school that I used to participate in friendly competitions with
the members of the basketball club.

"I'll lose. I haven't since high school." Sang-woo said...

"It's just a game, what are you

worried about?" "I do not want to
lose."
Come to think of it, Sang-woo said that he wasn't even good at sports. He is competitive
and has a much higher level than others, but it is not at all obvious. So, Jae-young thought
she was a fun person to open up to. Software or hardware, both.

"What about the ball?"

"I'm going to now."

Jae-young's credit was due to the insolvency of the club. It was the second time he had gone
with Sang-woo since he went to get clothes for the Chinese play. Walking up the stairs, Jae-
young asked.

"We've been here before, remember?"

“It was Friday, March 8. I was angry that day when sunbae took my cap off in the
dressing room."

"..."

It's better not to bring up the stories of those days. Jae-young was surprised to learn that two
months had already passed.if the relationship had been like this, he wouldn't have snorted and
believed it.

Walking together with Sang-woo, he reached the door. Although it was late, the interior
was very noisy, as if they were having a meeting. He knocked twice, but No one seemed
to hear him amid all the screaming. The noise died down when he opened the door.

"I'm here to get something, so keep up what you're doing."

When he entered, the students made a racket.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

" Hi Hyun? I've been waiting!" "Sit

here, sunbae."
 He knew the president, vice president, and general secretary, but the other four were
strangers. Jae-young reached into the box, avoiding being touched to restrain him. The
president slowly approached and he rubbed her shoulders

, "You're having a hard time these days, aren't you? You're having a hard
time working." "Oh yeah. Can you move that hand away?"

He seemed to be trying to crush her shoulders, not massage. The vice president gave him
a canned drink, saying, "Take this and drink it." On the surface of the black can was a
logo that I had seen a lot. It was only surprising that "Blackholic" remained insolvent.

"...I'm fine. I don't drink that."

Jae-young politely refused and picked up the basketball that was in a basket with a bunch
of shoes. As he tried to get out, they grabbed each arm and forced him to sit on the sofa.
Outside the door, Sang-woo crossed his arms and smiled at her.

"What's wrong with them?"

Actually, he knew it well. They have been harassing him since the beginning of the year to
design the poster with the image of the main actor of the play they were about to present.
Now, they seemed to have given up on the poster, but the president kept insisting that he
participate in the play, so recently he had to block his number.

Jae-young, of course, refused. The first reason is that part-time jobs, hobbies, and
relationships are over. The second reason is that he took it upon himself to be the lead
actor, and to direct the play “Death of a Salesman” last year. When Jae-young recalled
promoting the whole thing as a “graduation performance”, her face reddened. How can he
appear in a play again? The shame did not allow it.

"Sunbae... can you help us just once? You said you were busy, so we changed our
character to a smaller one, right?"

"Just once... Just once, please. Why don't you answer the phone these days?"

"You should make good memories before you graduate, hyung. Please come on.
There are so many people who want to see your latest play. Can I have your
confirmation?"

Jae-young brushed off her students and stood up. He made his way one by one holding a
basketball in his arms.

"When I helped you at the festival, did you say it was the last time? Do you think that
person graduated?"

"You haven't done it yet!"

Jae-young slammed the door just before the president came running fiercely at him.

"Phew".

He cleaned his wrinkled clothes, bringing out a delusional mood. He took the ball and when
he headed towards the door, Sang-woo was covering a light smile with his hand. It's his idea
Sang-woo has shown various expressions lately.
"What happens?"

He just said he didn't understand. Jae-young replied, "I don't know", and walked away. After
leaving the building, he took the ball and headed to the court. He was throwing high,
dribbling, and spinning the ball with his fingertips, but Sang-woo didn't seem interested.
After a long silence, he left.

"What does he want you to do in the play?"

"A five-minute cameo. I declined because I'm busy so…" "What's the role they want
you to play?"

"I don't know. A pirate? Anyway, it's a cameo where I die in five minutes."

Sang-woo was speechless again. Jae-young liked her dry voice, but she also liked the
silence. Everything felt good, maybe because it was a beautiful night. There are days that
remain in your memory for a long time, even if there are no special events. I had a feeling
today would be the day. The dark purple sky felt like a fantasy world, and Jae-young
liked the situation of going to basketball with a guy who didn't have any romantic side.

"Sorry".

It was then that Sang-woo appeared.

"What?"

"I've never seen a theatrical performance. We don't have a chance anymore."

Jae-young turned her head on Sang-woo's face. Unlike Sang-woo's usual grammar, the
sentence was incomplete, but he didn't ask what it meant. I couldn't ask like that. Jae-young
recently bounced the basketball before returning to the discomfort she had felt only
underwater.

Before they knew it, they were on the green court. Jae-young walked to the middle line
and looked at Sang-woo, who had moved far away. His skin, wrapped in dark
ultramarine, looked paler than usual.

"Do you want to bet 10

points?" "Agree".
When he passed the ball, Sang-woo received it with both hands. He tossed the ball several
times and dribbled it, saying he was going to practice for a bit. It was as orthodox as other
things. Two steps, two steps, two steps, and a steady two-handed shot to reach the free
throw line. But it was not wasted.

That's how he threw four more times. Two more failed attempts and the other two were
successful. He felt he had a hunch. Sang-woo reached the center, picked up the ball with
no expression on his face, and dribbled it.

"Let's start".
"Yes. This
way."
 Jae-young took off her glasses and lowered her posture. Standing holding the ball, Sang-
woo dribbled at one point and came closer. He was waiting to the left or to the right, but
he came straight to the front. "Are you going to bother me anyway?" it stayed on his face.
He seemed to be making his way to the right, preparing for a physical fight with one arm.

On the right, as expected. Jae-young couldn't touch him when she had to stop him. Due to
the difference in physique, he could do his best to play dirty, but his body did not actively
move. Sang-woo bowed his head under Jae-young's arm and took his first shot.

"What, do it right."

Tuk, tuk, tuk. The sound of the heart felt as loud as the sound of a ball bouncing here and
there.

Jae-young got Sang-woo to throw the ball. The feel of the basketball was unknown. He
was a very active striker who had caught the ball countless times. But he had no desire to
win at all.

He drove the ball slowly, unintentionally. Sang-woo came running to block the front and
looked where the ball would go with his motivated eyes. His arm moved in the air as if he
was embracing a new blow. Jae-young threw the ball while pretending to break through a
few times. It couldn't have been a midline shot. The ball hit the backboard and bounced.
Sang-woo ran towards the ball.

"You will lose".

A fake laugh came out. Sang-woo came running, haggling. This time he turned left, so he
gladly went and greeted him. He tried to take the ball away from her, but he brought it firmly
to his body. And Jae-young's strong post-up and comeback skills broke through.

N: *Take the position in the low post with your back to the basket and with your hands ready
to receive the ball.

He seemed to be a point guard when he saw how difficult it was to keep the ball. He was
different from Jae-young, who is always in charge of the forwards. Distributor and
storage. Designer and developer. They are so different.

Sang-woo reached the free throw line, bent his knees, and fired a two-handed shot from
the same stance again this time. The ball entered the basket cleanly, drawing a parabola.

As Jae-young limped along like a scarecrow without paying attention, the score suddenly
changed to 8:0.

"What if you win?"

"Okay".

"Do what you want, what do you

think?" "Well".
Win or lose, it was a bet he wouldn't lose with Jae-young. He stopped thinking about
what to ask for if he won. If it's easy, he'll just ask for it, and if it's not acceptable, it'll
only backfire.
 Soon the ball flew. After inadvertently receiving the ball with both hands, Jae-young
decided to show off her skills at least once. He lowered his stance and haggled. Sang-woo
didn't blink, even though he switched hands for no reason.

He didn't care unless it was the point. At one point, he thought he was so modest... Now...

"I like those who value nature."

He made a false move and turned left as if to make his way to the right. Sang-woo was
tricked. There was a time when he felt frustrated. It wasn't the case right now,

"I like that you're honest without hesitation."

Sang-woo followed him again. He tried to hit the ball with his arms around Jae-young's
waist. Jae-young turned the ball behind his back and grabbed it with his other hand, and
easily pushed his way back in, bothering Jae-young. his opponent with a cross dribble. Sang-
woo didn't give up and followed him. There was a time when he thought he was a fool. But
now,

"I like that you always do your best."

As he dribbled and ran, the soft air parted her bangs. Her heart pounded. Jae-young
walked to the goal post and attempted a lob shot that she couldn't miss. The ball cleared
the post and returned to her hand. Jae-young bounced the ball a couple times and threw it
to Sang-woo.

"It's eight to two." He said after receiving the ball.

When he reached the midline and stood up, Sang-woo came running slowly. He bounced the
ball regularly and came up with a hard but efficient move. The sweaty T-shirt clung to her
body, revealing a graceful silhouette. She had a look confident on her face.

The moment he felt all of that, Jae-young realized that he was in love with Chu Sang-
woo. It happened before I could tell where it was so special and what was different from
the others. The image of Sang-woo running towards him was as ecstatic as the night sky
itself, and Jae-young felt afraid. He felt overwhelmed.

How did this happen? He doesn't know how long he's been so absorbed in that tactless,
foolish, clueless man. When he came to his senses, he looked like this. The thought that
he would get fed up with it once he slept with Sang Woo was such a wild delusion. After
spending the night with him, Jae-young loved him even more.

Sang-woo stepped forward, eyes raised. Standing idly, Jae-young stretched out his arms
to stop him, but couldn't and hugged him.

"...it's foul."

He was intoxicated with the atmosphere to the point where he couldn't laugh at Sang-
woo's nonsense. At that moment, he felt weird because he liked his opponent so much
that he didn't give up the ball. Jae-young patted Sang-woo's head, feeling painfully
excited.

Sang-woo stood still for a while and slipped away.

"I'll shoot a free throw."

Jae-young watched Sang-woo half-heartedly take two shots. The shooting posture was the
same as copying and pasting frames. Sang-woo walked over with a triumphant look.

"It's 10 points."

"Great". What can I do for you?"

He was gasping for breath. Sang-woo stared at the ground for a while, and when Jae-
young was about to ask him, he looked up. Goal-aware black eyes met the Jae-young's
eyes.

"Kiss me."

Jae-young was going to ask, "Is that it?" But without time to do so, she moved closer to him,
wrapped her hand around his cheek, and swallowed her lips.

Tuk, tuk, tuk. The sound of the ball bouncing gradually faded away. A night of
romance. It was a nice and good night.
⌘W

"The work there is good. It's kind of popular and high-quality."

"I'll apply to Enco later this year. You can find the best design studios there. If I
can't, I'll go to another big company and make money."

Jae-young emptied the glass of soju without saying anything. On Saturday night, he
received a call from a sunbae, to meet up, chat and have a bite to eat, and of course, a
drink. The sunbae also brought two other friends, but one of them was called by his
girlfriend, so they left in the middle of the meeting and three remained (Jae-young, the
sunbae, and the sunbae's friend). As everyone is scheduled to graduate from the
Department of Design this year, naturally the talk about jobs and jobs came to the table.

"Dex will only hire one this year?"

"You know what? It's hard for experienced people to get into that company.
What do you expect from a recent graduate?"

"You don't know because you took a leave of absence. Dex's CEO came over before
last year's graduation."

"Designer Kim Soo-han? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, it was amazing. Like a celebrity came over. We were able to exchange
numbers because you liked my work."

"Who's that Cinderella? Will you be working there? I'm absolutely jealous."

"Who is he, the guy in front of you?"

Both sets of eyes were focused on Jae-young, who was quietly drinking. The sunbae frowned
and asked what he would do after his

graduation. When Jae-young smiled and didn't reply, the reason was explained instead.

"I told Dex I was going abroad to study." "But why

 didn't you leave?"
"News is too slow. Graduation was cancelled."

The two began to laugh. Jae-young let them chew and enjoy it as a snack. He knew there
was no harm in such teasing, though jealousy was mixed in to some degree.

"So, Jae-young, haven't you even contacted me to hang out?

Why can't I see you lately?"

"I know. I've been a bit busy lately."

Jae-young didn't know if that sunbae was pretending to be close to him. Jae-young just
laughed at the man's disagreement...

"I think you have a girl." He said showing a sly smile. The topic of the conversation
changed.

"Oh, you must be a bastard. Who is she? show me Don't you have any pictures?"

They were excited to recite the names of the girls Jae-young had been close to until last
semester.

"Isn't that Seo-rin?"

"Mmm, I don't think so, she's too quiet. . It's more like Cho Min-jung, with that
dance."

"I see… I know! It must be Yu-na, she's scary."

"Ah... Why are you so slow? It's Cho Min-jung or Jung So-yoon. I'm sure. I have a
feeling."

Blank. Blank. Blank. In fact, he was about to have a relationship with the girl they
mentioned last, but now it was something unimportant. Jae-young drank without saying
anything, just the listened to go from deduction to deduction.

"But you're going to study abroad soon, right? Your girlfriend, what do you think?"

He soon felt irritated. He emptied his glass and set it down with a bang.

"Isn't this conversation appropriate?"

The surroundings suddenly calmed. He forced himself to relax his face into her eyes. of
his own conscience.

"Let's talk about something else.

" "Oh, yes, yes. Well. Uh... You're close with Yu-na, right? What do you do when
you graduate? Doesn't she have a boyfriend?"

The boy, whom she didn't want to call 'hyung', was showing interest in a place where
there was no hope. Jae-young said, "I don't know much about her personal matters",
hoping the topic would flow into another place.

"Choi Yu-na has been weird lately, hasn't she? She's so grumpy when she sees me."

"Please understand. He has a bad temper and can't hide his dislike for you."
"I don't think he hates me, more like, I think that's how he expresses his interest. You
know the term tsundere*."

N: * is a Japanese term used to describe a person whose initial demeanor is cold,

reserved, and even hostile, but gradually changes into someone who is warm, sensitive,
and friendly.

"Hey, what are you talking about? She hates your style."

Yu-na's ideal type matched Jae-young's ideal type. They both had tastes for the sensible
and mature. Jae-young realized how useless the term 'ideal type' was, remembering
someone who didn't fit that description at all.

Boring and simple style. Without any sense. is that being mature? Definitely not, Sang-
woo had the level of a child taking his first steps. Jae-young was a living witness who
was KO'd by the punch of that boring simple giant baby.

"No. Tough girls like Yu-na are supposed to be attracted to guys as soft as me."

'No, bastard. Make sure you don't repeat that.'

Jae-young woke up imagining the look Yu-na would have made if she had heard that. I
was going to smoke. He had never had such an uninteresting meeting, for the first time in
his life. No, I used to have a good time wherever I was and whoever I was with, but what
changed? No alcohol, no food, no people, everyone feels shriveled.

When he reached the exit, there was a familiar sound behind him. It was his phone
ringing, but he pushed open the door to get out because he wasn't curious who was calling
him.

"Woah, look at the screen. See how he has it registered on his phone."

"Wow...she's a perfect girlfriend. Answer for her, hyung. Ask her name."

"Oh, good idea."

Hearing that, Jae-young quickly turned around and ran. He hit his thigh on the edge of the
table, but he didn't care.

"Hello? Hey, a guy answered."

"It must be someone else. Hurry up and ask."

"I'm sorry, but what is the name of the owner of the cell phone?"

After barely arriving, Jae-young snatched the cell phone from the man's hand. He could hear
a calm voice as he put the device to his ear.

- Why do you ask my name? “...”

Hearing that voice, his irritation instantly gave way. Jae-young stood still for a moment,
while holding his cell phone.

- Are you too busy to answer the phone? "Wait a second".

Jae-young muttered,

She stuffed the wallet and other belongings she had left on the table into her pocket. He
 felt a little dizzy from the sensation of alcohol. As he was leaving, he heard a cry, "Where
are you going?" Jae-young looked back and said,

"I'm sick of the taste of alcohol by now, so I'm going first." "What, why? Why
are you leaving already?"

"Fuck! Why the hell do they dare to answer someone else's personal calls? That pissed
me off.

"What? Are you done talking? Hey, are you crazy?"

The sunbae hit the table and the bottle of soju spilled. He seemed angry, but Jae-young didn't
care at all. He kept walking quickly towards the door.

"Calm down, apparently he's drunk."

"ahh... what the hell is wrong with him?"

"He has a nasty temper. Calm down and just drink."

Jae-young stormed out and entered the next commercial building. Sitting on the quiet stairs,
he slowly put the mobile phone to his ear. The call was still open.

"Sang-woo."

She said his name softly and carefully as if it was her first time calling him.

- Are you in
a bar? "I
went out to
drink."
- You're
drunk? "Not
much".

- You argued with someone,

right? "No".
- I heard someone screaming. You didn't make him mad
did you? "No. Why did you call?"
He removed the cell phone from his ear and checked the time. It was time for Sang-woo
to walk home after finishing his part-time job.

- Uh... today is
Saturday. "Well".

- Tomorrow is Sunday.
"And the day after tomorrow is Monday."

Drinking makes your mind simple. Jae-young jumped up and went outside. The car
stopped on the twisting road and looked down the road.

- Brilliant is a Tuesday... It's not this.

When he raised his hand, the taxi slowly approached and stopped in front of him. Jae-
young opened the door and crumpled into the passenger seat.

- Shouldn't I call you?

"No, it's fine, it's up to you. But there must be something you want to tell me."

Jae-young covered her mobile with the palm of her hand and recited the address to the
taxi driver under her breath. Then he quickly brought the phone up to his ear.

- It's business, you

know. "What is it?"
- you may not want to talk.

"Strange logic. You'll have to tell me if you've achieved the purpose of the call."

- It's... it's okay because it's already been achieved.

In fact, Jae-young thought that he didn't know if Chu Sang-woo was a mackerel or a fox.

"So can I hang up?"

-
Yes
you
can.
“…”
- But don't.
"Why?"
- I'd like to be talking like this until I get home.

His mind melted at those words. Defensive = 0. Jae-young is always helpless when dealing
with him.

"What are you going to do when you get home?"

- I'm going to wash up and try my new game.

The scenery outside the window had changed rapidly. If it were faster, it would arrive sooner.
I was impatient. He took his phone and asked Sang-woo.

"What is the game about?"

- LXT and the Scrolls of Evil. Oh, yesterday I saw the preview of the RPG, which
opens on the 22nd at the Micon, and it looked a bit like Beven. So...

He listened to it endlessly. It took him more than five minutes to analyze where the other
 game was similar or different from "Veggie Venturer", but Jae-young was not bored for a
moment.

"The atmosphere is similar, but it's a completely different game. It's a relief that the main
settings don't look alike."

- There's no way that's going to happen, the designs were your idea sunbae.
"It's a compliment, isn't it?"
- You have such a weird circuit of thought that no one else can think of anything
like it.

"I understand what you're saying".

Before he knew it, he saw a familiar street. It was the path he traveled taking Sang-woo
home several times on weekends. His heart was beating fast. Jae-young breathed out
slowly and deeply and whispered low.

"What will you do after that?"

- Check my email and go to bed.

"Are you going to open Jang Jae-young's folder before you go to bed?"

-…

"Why don't you answer?"

On the sidewalk of that street, there was a man walking in a black short-sleeved T-shirt and
jeans. Jae-young recognized him immediately. The taxi slowed to a stop as he signaled to
her.

- Don't make fun of me for that. It is a physiological

phenomenon. "I'm not making fun of you. I'm asking you
seriously."
- You already know what I'll do.

He got out of the car after paying by card. Sang-woo was walking about 100 meters ahead.

"You could open it or you couldn't... How do I know?"

- Oh really.

He stood up and looked forward, took the phone from his ear, and looked at Sang-woo
from behind. He had an enormous desire to reach it. Jae-young stopped walking and
followed Sang-woo when he started walking again.

"You used to say that, but you weren't shy at all. Why have you changed so much?"

- I do not know. I'm a mess lately.

"So, are you going to open Jang Jae-young's folder or not?"

- Originally, I wasn't going to open it, but now I will.

"Why? Do you hear my voice and get excited?

- ...

Sang-woo disappeared into the alley. As he followed him, he saw a studio building. Jae-
young was still walking in the distance.

"Sang-woo, why don't you answer?

" You are really

annoying. "I'm
annoying?"

- You always talk dirty. You will not be held responsible for
it. "I can take responsibility."
- What are you talking about? Hanging.

Sang-woo stopped in front of the building. He acted as if he had been immediately cut off,
but stood still with the device to his ear. When Jae-young hung up, Sang-woo finally put his
cell phone down and then swore, looking at the screen.

"Little beggar!"

That's what I used to think. Jae-young quickly walked forward. Little by little, Sang-woo's
back was getting closer. As soon as he was about to walk through the glass door, she reached
out and hugged him from behind.

"It's me".

Sang-woo, who was trying to shake off the touch with a sly move, slowly lowered his elbow.
Jae-young held him tighter in her arms, feeling his heartbeat. A cold feeling spread
throughout her body just by hugging him. When he put his nose into Sang Woo's neck and
took a deep breath of his scent, he felt dizzy mixed with the sensation of alcohol.

"But 3D is better than 2D. Don't you think so?"

A few minutes passed before he was conscious enough to speak. Sang-woo didn't laugh at the
wonderful joke.

It wasn't long before the slow rubbing of her nose around his neck enveloped him. Jae-
young's lips slid over her white skin. In all the places he touched, he sucked on her skin
intensely. How can your body smell so sweet after working hours in that cigarette-
smelling computer room? Perhaps due to his drunkenness, Jae-young thought that he
couldn't keep his head straight.

When he bit into the thin flesh at the end of her short hair and licked up to the back of her
ear with his tongue, she felt her body shudder in his arms. Jae-young hugged him tighter
and tickled the soft curve with his tongue, holding his ears between his lips.

"Sunbae..."

The hand, which was initially holding Sang-woo, lowered to his chest as if to represent Jae-
young's wish. She touched his comfortable chest over the clothes and felt around his waist.
Sang-woo held his hand firmly and muttered little.

"Time to get ready...Give it to me."

Instead of answering, Jae-young turned her body and faced him. With the light from the
streetlights and a flushed face, Sang-woo averted his eyes. Jae-young lifted her chin with her
hand and made eye contact.

'No.'

She kissed him without saying a word, but he

pushed it away. "I'll see you after I calm down
a bit." 'I don't want to'
She kissed him without saying anything else. This time, he was not immediately rejected.
He sucked on Sang-woo's upper lip and gently stimulated the inside of his lower lip with
his tongue. Waiting for the tooth to open, he stepped back and removed his lips.

"I worked all day and I'm dirty. Just an hour..."

'I said I don't want to.'

Jae-young clamped her mouth shut, though she hadn't finished speaking yet. Covering
Sang-woo's neck with both hands, he drew his face towards him. She turned her head,
pressed her lips together tightly, and put her tongue in her open mouth. So that he can't
say anything, so that he can focus on himself without thinking too much.

Sang-woo didn't walk away this time. As if he had given up, Jae-young's shoulder soon
grew stronger. Jae-young's tenacity seemed to be paying off. Soon Sang-woo took out his
claws and whispered in his ear.

"Okay, got it."

The sight of Sang-woo sucking on his tongue just past their lips reminded him of the first
time they kissed. Without tact or haste, without hiding anything. She pulled herself together
without unnecessary noise and made Jae-young even hotter and hotter.

Sang-woo's palm wrapped around Jae-young's cheek and pulled her face towards him.
The hasty gesture weighed her lips and smacked between her teeth. The tongue was
deeply entangled and suffocated. Saliva ran down her chin because she couldn't close her
mouth.

The back of Jae-young's head hit the glass door. The excited Sang-woo behaved abruptly.
Jae-young pushed the door with her back and dragged him into the dark building. He put
his hand on her clothes and crawled up her hot back. He put his finger in the hollow
groove of her back and hugged her neck with the palm of his hand. When he removed his
lips for a while and opened his eyes, Sang-woo's tightly closed eyelids fluttered open.

"Tastes like soju."

Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked at Jae-young's lips.

"Alcohol inhibits central nerve function, which can cause temporary erectile
dysfunction."
 "Let's go up and see for yourself how he is."

The lips came together again like magnets. As they walked up the stairs kissing, the dark
ceiling lit up.

"Uh… Quick."

Contrary to what he said, Jae-young once again pushed Sang-woo against the wall and kissed
him. Sang-woo unprepared was very rough and very tempting. There was a conflict between
wanting to get home quickly and wanting to do something with him on the spot.

Because of that, it took a long time to go up to the fourth floor. Even after barely going
upstairs, time was delayed in front of the door because he couldn't resist kissing Sang-
woo as he opened the door.

The room was dark. They fell directly onto the bed. Sang-woo pushed Jae-young down
and sat on him. Close to his upper body, he wrapped himself around his cheeks, pulled his
hair and kissed him. The bed that looked like a hospital operating table last time was a
jungle today. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up with excitement.

Jae-young walked up to Sang-woo, sucking on his neck and ears randomly. The tips of
the fingers act as if they were eyes, and follow his silhouette. Jae-young's hand slid over
her soft neck and smoothed her back. Her hips pressed into his stiff jeans and slid down
his solid thighs. The hand that had been running up the inside of his leg was now at his
groin.

"Ah..."

A low moan came out biting Jae-young's ear. It was quite difficult to draw the shape,
although he only slid his hand over the thick fabric. It was proof that Sang Woo was just as
excited as Jae-young was. She gripped it tightly, then unfastened the buckle, wanting to see it
with her eyes.

As Jae-young pulled down his pants and slipped his hand into his underwear, Sang-woo
wrapped his arm around Jae-young's neck and buried his face in it. Jang touched between
his hips with one hand and gently swept his member with the other. Sang-woo squirmed
silently. Holding her shirt and pulling hard, Jae-young's shoulder was half exposed.

Jae-young held Sang-woo's body and reversed his position. At one point, he seemed
surprised. He pulled his pants down to his thighs and looked at the damp trunk in front of
him. After a brief internal conflict, she lowered her upper body and placed her lips on the
protruding bulge. Sang-woo shrugged his shoulders in surprise, but Jae-young didn't care
and played with his tongue on a thin reddish-colored cloth.

"Wait a minute. Hyung...I'll go wash up."

When Sang-woo, who was about to get up, Jae-young forced him down again and
lowered his underwear. The erect penis highlighted his presence.

'I never would have thought I'd suck someone's cock in my life.'

Jae-young muttered to himself.

"Ah..."

Jae-young proceeded with the act. Not even the strange, salty taste of that member
 stopped him. Sang-woo's penis didn't look gross or anything like that, and he was covered
in enough arousal to burst into rejection. So he was able to suck as if he were eating a
delicious ice cream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Stimulating his scrotum with his hand, he licked the tall pole with his tongue. When he
braced his teeth and bit down gently, Sang-woo's hand tugged at Jae-young's hair.

He knew what to do because he had been researching. Also, studying is not the exclusive
property of Sang-woo. Jae-young worked hard, mixing practice and theory. He stretched
out his tongue sharply to stimulate the glans. She brought her lips together to press
against your penis. He gently rolled the tip with his tongue. He held the stem deep in his
mouth and sucked hard. He kept his eyes wide open looking at his opponent.

Sang-woo looked at him with narrowed eyes. A look tainted with anguish and pleasure
was directed at Jae-young. Jae-young knew what it was going to look like, and that's how
it should be. On purpose, he blinked slowly and showed his tongue, and the hand that was
pulling his hair grew stronger. Rough hands caressed her cheek. Then he covered his eyes
and withdrew his hand.

Thinking it was about time, Jae-young still made eye contact with Sang-woo and raised
his tone. The penis was full in her mouth and her lips were snuggled up. As he pressed
hard and moved up and down, he moaned.

“Ah, hyu…. Seriously, oooh, oohh…”

He was encouraging Sang-woo, but he felt impatient. He could feel fluid coming out of his
underwear. Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo's hand and held his thigh with the other hand.
While exercising up and down in that condition, Sang-woo raised and lowered his knees and
hips.

"Where... did you get your lessons?"

'You're talking nonsense again, romantic.'

Sang-woo's gestures became intense. Jae-young's hair was messy. Sang-woo began to
move his waist, and Jang's palate was roughly stamped with salty liquid. Sang-woo had
no shame. The pelvis hit his jaw hard, but Jae-young held his hand firmly and endured.

The rougher Sang-woo was, the more desperate Jae-young was. His lower body was also
shaking. He was dying to do it quickly. The hand holding Sang-woo's thighs was firmly
rooted, while down below he felt the blood flow to his core.

It was then that the violent movement stopped. A fishy smell spread. Jae-young
swallowed the evidence that Sang-woo had left in his mouth like accumulated saliva and
raised his upper body.

Sang-woo was panting and covered his eyes with his arms. Jae-young ran to him, took his
arms off and kissed him. The wet lips stuck together for a while and then parted. Sang-
woo looked at him in an intrigued manner.

"Why...why are you so good at this?" "It's the

first time in my life that I do it." "Lies."
 "You think you're the only one doing research? I do too."

His hands busied themselves looking at her face, a mixture of languor and
embarrassment. He took off his shoes late and took off Sang-woo's slippers. However,
Jae-young realized the problem by pulling down his pants and pressing his lower body
against it.

"Oh shit."

Jae-young squeezed her eyes shut and swept her face with the palm of her hand. He didn't
bring any preparation because he had gone to see Sang-woo on impulse. He thought about
going to the convenience store, but he wouldn't be back for another 15 minutes. Chu Sang-
woo would surely take a shower in the meantime, and by the time he returned, the
atmosphere would have cooled down. Besides, he was sure that Sang-woo wouldn't agree to
do it without the utensils. It was so hot, but there was no choice but to leave.

But when Jae-young opened his eyes again, Sang-woo stood up. He took something out
of the desk drawer and threw it on the bed.

“…”

Jae-young glanced at the small box and tube with heart patterns on the design. He laughed at
the words "XL- Extra Large" written in large letters on the box. He couldn't have been
offended. The brand did not like many, but there was no other option.

"Come here".

Sang-woo came over and sat down next to him. Jae-young placed the condom on his erect
penis and applied a generous amount of lubricating gel to his member and finger. Slowly
laying Sang-woo down on the bed, he met his eyes and slid his hand between his hips. Sang-
woo didn't reject him, unlike the first time he got scared. The dim light filtering through the
window showed anxiety on his face.

He clung to the lower part of her body and spread her legs. Sang-woo turned his head,
swearing in small words. As Jae-young accepted her fingers calmly, her cudgel flared
even more.

'Let's calm down, so you don't get hurt'.

Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo's knee and slowly moved his fingers inward. The interior
was just as stiff and cramped as last time. He squeezed out a lot of gel to carefully go in
and stretch out the wrinkles. He has a perfect understanding of where he would like to be
touched. As soon as Jae-young passed the right spot, Sang-woo's butt quivered.

Jae-young pressed her upper body against Sang-woo's chest, matching his eyes and
spreading her fingers. Sang-woo squeezed his eyes shut as he prodded and touched him
more shamelessly. The penis, which had been inactive, slowly raised its head and stabbed
him in the belly.

"Hung."

Jae-young was silent. His mouth was dry, and he felt like he was going to go crazy with the
desire he had been suppressing, but he still had to hold on a little longer.
"Jaeyoung hyung..."

With the effect, Sang-woo's healthy penis stood up and expelled a fine liquid. His finger hit
Jae-young's chest, quickly pulling at his shirt.

"Stop playing and hurry up…"

"Why?…"

There was no composure in his voice. Sang-woo widened his eyes. The eyes were filled
with annoyance and anxiety. He pulled Jae-young by the neck and said,

"Do you want to keep

playing…?" "..."

"Make it quick."

He never even expected Sang-woo to say something like 'Please put your giant cock in
my hole' if he was surprised by his insistence. Jae-young wanted to continue with the
foreplay, but the desire to penetrate him was very strong.

'I can't take it anymore'

I was breathless. He pulled his fingers out and extended Sang-woo's butt with both hands. He
moved his lower part forward, and slowly fit his penis into the entrance of the anus and
inserted it.

"Ugh..."

Sang-woo winced with a frown. Jae-young collapsed on top of him and hugged his right
shoulder. He had only put half of it inside and remembered the circumstances of the previous
time. So he couldn't move right away and had to wait for a while.

If he made another mistake this time, Sang-woo would definitely believe that something
was wrong with him and that he was no good on the spot. She didn't want to hear
something like

'It's okay if you can't do it' from her mouth again. Jae-young pushed his penis in little by
little.

"Hey... what were you telling me about erectile dysfunction? Say it again."
"Uh, I don't know…"
Sang-woo's face in a situation full of physical stimuli was very tempting. Blinking eyes,
moist lips, touching the tip of his nose with a weak finger. Jae-young belatedly took off
her sweaty t-shirt that was sticking to her skin. When the pale naked body was revealed,
her eyes darkened. He hugged her warm body and squeezed her pelvis hard to the roots.

Sang-woo took a breath and covered his mouth with the palm of his hand. Jae-young
withdrew her hand, grabbed her wrist and put her finger to her mouth to prevent her from
biting her lips. Then he began to move his waist. One two three four. Slowly at first. After
calmly going back and forth, he moved his pelvis until it hit Sang-woo's spot.

"Oh!"

Then he squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head to the side.
 "San
g-
woo.
"
"..."
"Chu Sang-woo, look
at me." “…”

“If you don't look at me, I'll go home…”

Sang-woo turned to face him immediately. Jae-young let go of his clenched wrist and
swept his sweaty hair. He revealed a handsome forehead and handsome face. Sang-woo
Woo felt lucky that no one but himself could see that spectacle.

"Sangwoo, I... hug me."

His voice became hoarse. Sang-woo widened his eyes as if hearing something unexpected, he
hesitated, and then turned around. Jae-young wrapped his arms around Jae-young's neck. Jae-
young grabbed onto his chest and whispered,

"Kiss me."

Sang-woo heard right. Leaving his lips, Jae-young began to move his hot lower body again.
The slow pace didn't work anymore, he had been holding back for too long.Like a train that
was hard to stop once it got going...Jae-young was in a hurry.Every

time he moved, a strong breath came out of his mouth. When the scrotum touched the
buttocks, he felt a cheeky flutter inside him. Every time Jae-young pushed, Sang-woo's
body he was shaking violently. Little by little, little by little, it sped up. Once the
acceleration started to pick up, it was out of control.

Sang-woo's body was as honest as his character, so when he was stimulated, he responded
immediately. The fingers digging into Jae-young's back, the arms strangling his neck, the
deep breath and the tightening interior were ecstatic rewards for Jae-young. His body was
so sensitive that it trembled and reacted every time he stabbed it. Instead of kissing, she
bit Jae-young's finger, and at some point, a moan escaped her chest.

"ahhh, uhhh, mmm, ahh..."

"Sang...Woo...ahh"

"Oh,
ah...haha...
" "Are you
okay?"
Jae-young slung Sang-woo's leg over his shoulder and held his hips up in the air. An
almost shrill moan erupted and became a grip of passion. He fell back, buried his face in
the back of Sang-woo's neck, and sucked hard on his skin. Sang-woo grabbed his neck
 like he was hanging onto Jae-young and started moving his hips up and down.

He soon jerked, seizing the rhythm in the movement. The solitary exercise became an
exercise for two. It was different from when he moved alone. Sang-woo was
unexpectedly close to the climax of each thrust. At the moment of exit, the inner wall
tightened and squeezed Jae-young. He was begging with his body for a deeper and faster
thrust. Jae-young completely lost her composure and went on instinct like a beast.

"Uhhhhhhh… Ah, ah, ah! Hyung…"

Then it was time for a delirious fall. They moved as one body. Although he was moving fast,
Sang-woo followed him at that speed. There seemed to be a fiery clash in the tight, strong
bond. A white gleam in front of his eyes came from his mouth, a moan that could never be
imitated by smoke.

'It feels very good'.

Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo's cheek and made him look at him. After the movement of
his pelvis, his sweat-stained chest trembled and shimmered in the moonlight. Tears

formed around narrowed eyes. The traces left by Jae-young were red on his white neck.

It was Jae-young, who smacked Penis roughly into her hole, but gently whispered, "Are
you okay?" in your ear. Sang-woo shook his head wildly.

"No, it's not okay?"

He shook his head again. Jae-young wanted to hear her voice so she kept insisting on the
point of pleasure. Sang-woo tried to get something out, but the agitated movement only
allowed him to make gasping sounds.

"Hyu... hmm, Jae-young... Hyung..."

The scathing voice was more colorful than ever. Every time he went in and out, he felt as
if an inner wall was made for him, completely sucking in his genitals and tensing in
ecstasy. How can it fit so perfectly in size and shape? The rhythm was perfect, fitting
together like a puzzle.

'I feel at the end of the world'.

Jae-young almost climaxed in a heady state. Whether it was the feeling of being hugged like
a bean in its pod or because his partner looked so charming, no matter what he did, he kissed
him on the cheek and expressed it with his whole body. He didn't know what to do because
he liked Sang-woo so much.

"Sangwoo...Sang...woo."

His mind was flooded by that name, Chu Sang-woo was filling Jang Jae-young.

Sang-woo felt breathless and he liked that Jang called out his name in such an erotic
voice. Jae-young felt like she wanted to go with him to the end, but she thought it would
be alright if time stopped and they stayed that way.

"It feels... how do you feel?"

"I can't…I can't take it anymore…"

Sang-woo pulled Jae-young's hair with an anguished look. I rub my chin on her neck, spilling
a watery voice into her ear.

"...Ahhhh, Jae-young hyung..."

"Tell me..."

"Ugh, Ugh. Are you far? Aahhh, can I come first?"

Jae-young, who was so excited to the top of his head, was thrown to his roots at that
moment. Sang-woo bit Jae-young's ear and moaned in a voice drenched in pleasure, an
arousing moan. As he tightened his grip inside, there was a fleeting sensation that blinded
Jae-young.

Fireworks exploded inside him. An unreal feeling akin to a weightless state hit Jae-young.
Only at that moment, nothing was seen or heard. Intense heat was felt everywhere. The
pleasure slowly faded after I had painted Jae-young from head to toe. The graph showing
a rising and sloping line reaching a peak was gently lowered, and a feeling of numbness
returned to his hands and feet.

"Ah... ha ha...

The shirt that Jae-young couldn't get off was stained with a sticky white liquid.

Sang-woo's chest, rapidly rising and falling with intense exertion. Tears gathered around
His eyes rolled down her cheeks. Jae-young leaned over him and kissed him.

⌘W

"Let's stop doing it that way. I feel like I'm losing even the slightest bit of humanity."

Sang.woo exclaimed as he dried his hair with a towel. They did it twice on the bed and
once again, in the bathroom, washing up and sticking to the wall. Jae-young spilled it all.
inside and thought there was nothing left to come out.

"So... stop it."

"That's funny. Why do you only blame me if you wanted to too?"

Sang-woo kept complaining and muttering as he searched his drawer. He soon changed
into a thin striped pajamas. he touched his thumb to the reddish mark he had made on his
neck. Sang-woo threw the towel in his face.

“Go away.

” “I'm just trying to see.”

“I don't think so. I'm already bathed and clean."

"Oh yes... you are a great sage. But why was a certain person insisting on me so
much in the bathroom? 'Hyung, oh, oh! Faster, faster,'"Jae-young teased.

"Get out of this house right now!"

Jae-young laughed at the words, and Sang-woo walked into the bathroom, put toothpaste on
his brush, and told him.asked his mouth
 “Give me a toothbrush, too.” “Go
home.”
“If I don't clean up now, I'll die dirty.”

Sang-woo just brushed his teeth, looking disapprovingly at Jae-young. Jae-young said,

"If you don't give me one, I'll use yours. Does that mean anything between us?"

Sang-woo rolled his eyes with an irritated look on his face, then opened the shelf and
threw an unused toothbrush at Jae-young.

"Thank you*." N: *In the original text it is written in English

Jae-young ripped off the toothbrush wrapper, squeezed the toothpaste, stood next to
Sang-woo and started brushing his teeth as well. Unlike Jae-young, who leaning on the
sink with one hand and in a stooped position, Sang-woo was upright. The mechanical
movement was like a private in a cool position. When their eyes met through the mirror,
Jae-young winked playfully , but Sang-woo pretended not to see it. Before he knew it, he
was in "normal" mode.

After Sang-woo left first, Jae-young was left alone in the empty bathroom. The
toothbrush and toothpaste, Toilet paper, soap, and shampoo was all there was. I've never
seen such a simple bathroom before.

On second thought Everything in that house was like that. There was only a chair, a bowl
of rice, a cup and a spoon. It seemed to reveal the owner's style of rarely allowing others
near.

After brushing her teeth, Jae-young put her toothbrush next to Sang-woo's in the cup.
Then he felt that the bathroom was less empty than before.

When he came out, Sang-woo was tidying up the room. She picked up the condoms and
wrapping paper that were on the floor and looked around with the t-shirt Jae-young was
wearing in her hand. The red neoprene shirt with geometric prints had a stretch in the
neck area, in addition to being dirty with sweat and semen.

"I should throw it away."

"I'm responsible, so I'll buy you a new one."

"Nothing happens."
"No, I'll make up for the damage. About 20,000 won, right?

Jae-young's favorite T-shirt cost ten times as much and wasn't available again because it was
a limited edition, but he didn't say anything. Sang-woo finished organizing and He drank a
glass of water and looked at Jae-young.

"Should I borrow your clothes?"

Jae-young only had a towel around his waist. He reached into the drawer without saying a
word and took out Sang-woo's underwear. and put it on. They scolded him to put back
what he took last time, but he didn't pay much attention.

"Then you can't go home."

"I'm going to bed."
 "What?"

Sang-woo muttered and fell into bed. Since it was almost three o'clock, he deserved to be
sleepy, although Jae-young often slept late. Jae-young turned off the lights and crawled
into the blanket.

"Are you
serious?"
"Eh..."
"It's a single bed, so the maximum load…"

"Then it must have broken before. How long have we played here? Shh. Stop
talking and go to sleep."

Jae-young forced Sang-woo's neck and put his head on his arm. Sang-woo blinked his
thoughts several times and lay on his side as if resigned. He opened his eyes and looked
He stared at Jae-young's face. His heart pounded again as he met a direct gaze. Why was
Sang-woo looking at him that way?

“Sang-woo,” Jae-young said, touching his slightly damp bangs.

“Yes.

” “What
do you
think?”
“…”

“There's nothing to be ashamed of now. Just say it."

Sang-woo kept his mouth shut for a while with a look of embarrassment on his face. After
calmly waiting, he hugged her back and threw himself into her arms. The action made his
heart pound. Jae Young raised his hand and gently caressed the back of Sang-woo's neck.

"I didn't know I had this kind of...taste,"

he said, hugging him deeper.

"Oh...that...taste?

" . I wonder if it would have been better if I hadn't been with a man."

Jae-young's expression turned cynical. It's not "Jang Jae-young" but "a man". Do you
really have to explain? However, it was a senseless disappointment. Chu Sang-woo will
never know what he did wrong or what the problem was.

Jae-young had an impulse to grab Sang-woo for a moment and explain in detail why he
was upset, but he stopped himself. Jae-young didn't feel confident enough to convince
him to have a man-to-man relationship. Likewise, Sang-woo had the methodical thought
that relationships were a step prior to marriage. Also...

'You're going to leave'

Yu-na's words crossed her mind. The fatigue of having to face a troublesome future one day
made Jae-young feel uneasy. When you 'freak out' the problem will be incomparably
complicated.

"What do you think?" Sang-woo asked.

It was the first time he had asked a question like that, but Jae-young was too cunning to say
what was really on his mind. So he went around talking about anything.

"I was wondering what month you were

born in." "It is October."
"day?"

"One".

He giggled. And 1001 of all dates. He thought he would never forget it.

"It's a date that goes with

you." "Why?"

"It has a symmetric shape and is binary."

He immediately smiled. Out of the hundreds of jokes Jae-young has told her, this one had the
best reaction.

"You have a very strange way of thinking."

Jae-young heard Sang-woo's dishonorable sound and hugged him tightly.

"Is there anything you want for your birthday present?"

"No".
Sang-woo added casually, as soon as he thought he would reply like that.

"Why do you ask? You won't be here anyway."

The arrow he wanted to avoid was somehow aimed at Jae-young's head. Jae-young frowned.
Why should they have this conversation after they've had the best time? There was an
awkward silence for a while. Of course, Sang-woo won't think too much, so it will only be
inconvenient for Jae-young. He decided to break the silent moment.

"You're sad?"

"There's no reason to be sad. By then, the sexual desire will have dissipated."

The answer made him feel worse.

"Oh, do you think so?"

"That's right. Think about why we're doing this in the first place. Qing Dynasty
General, you remember, right?"

"..."

"But I don't know if I'll still succeed. I'm nervous because I don't see any signs of losing
 my sex drive."

Jae-young couldn't find a word for an answer. No matter how many strange things came
out of Sang-woo's mouth, he had handled it well so far, but this time he was unable to
adjust. When Jae-young fell silent, Sang-woo added.

"I don't think so, but if the problem isn't resolved by then... I could find someone else."

"This has been too much, brat."

Jae-young raised his upper body, propped himself up on his elbows, and stared at Sang-
woo. When he heard that through his ears, he felt his blood run cold.

'Partner
sexual...' 'Yes,'

'Yes, well... let's do it.'

It wasn't a problem before. Rather, he was okay with it, but now it was unbearably
horrendous to think that Sang-woo would meet someone else in a heartbeatfuture.

Jae-young felt a serious contradiction in her feelings. She had a headache. As Sang-woo
said, it is normal for them to meet to ease their sexual desire, and Jae-young's passion
these days is a mistake.

" Are you going home?"

Sang-woo looked at Jae-young with eyes of ignorance. When he saw her face, he sighed.
No matter how much he thought about it, Sang-woo was like a baby who knows nothing
about complex emotional exchanges between people. If Jae-young explains how he feels
now, he won't understand a thing.

"What's wrong?"

However, as he made contact visual with Sang-woo, Jae-young felt a little less angry. No
matter how bad it sounds, it was the product of ignorance, so it was hard to blame Chu Sang-
woo for his mindless thinking.

'It's natural. How can I monopolize a person?'

It is commonly said that the life span of love is usually 6 months. In Jae-young's case, it was
always shorter than that, as it was almost always over in a month. Although it was a feeling
that he had never experienced before, he wanted to believe that it would soon wither away. If
so, it would be better for both of them not to hope or have fantasies, or get involved in fateful
love affairs.

Great. Cleansed. Without crossing the line...

But this wasn't the time to worry about that. Maybe it was just a fateful love, and it was better
to be sure of himself than to believe that he feels something he's never felt before. He felt a
bitter taste in his mouth.

Something half done, neither proceed nor stop. A yellow light, neither green nor red. Jae-
young didn't like that ambiguity.
 'I just have to focus on my current feelings.'

Jae-young lay down slowly again. When Jae-young moved the bangs on Sang.woo's forehead
with her hand and kissed his forehead, he looked puzzled.

"Don't think about the later. Just think about the

now." “I think different”
“You're funny. What did you do to me naked?"
"That's because I was influenced by you." "So, do
you regret it?"
Sang-woo stared into Jae-young's eyes and slowly shook his head. Then he fell into her
arms again Jae-young gave a small sigh and caressed her back and shoulders with the
palm of her hand. Instead of worrying about the future, they were faithfully in the present.
This is how Jae-young lived. Now she wanted to do anything for Sang-woo.

” “Sang-woo.

” “Yes.

” “Is there something you really want? Running shoes, watches, hats." "No.
Bring me the hat I left in the car last Friday."

"Or something else. A graphics card, a monitor, an external hard drive."

"Okay, you're not good at computer games. You don't even know how expensive it
is."

"..."

The conversation trailed off. Jae-young closed his eyes because he thought Sang-woo was
sleeping. The languor of intense love made his body tired.

"I hope the Veggie Venturer Succeed."

when Sang-woo suddenly said. In context, it seemed to be the answer to the question,
"What do you want?" Jae-young answered, fiddling with his neck.

'sresult looks good."

"That's not enough. It has to be famous and recognized by others."

It was a strange comment. The reality is that independent games, from which no marketing
effect can be expected, are difficult to sell.

It would be enough to create a very complete portfolio, but why does a man who has no
desire for materiality become obsessed with market success?

" "Why?"

Sang-woo hesitated to answer. He'll say he doesn't want to say it again. Still, he knew that
lingering questions they would tell the end." Sang-woo added at the moment Jae-young
was about to ask.
 "I'm doing it together with you, hyung. When I think about it later, it would be
great to be successful, and to be recognized for my hard work. I hope you feel that
way."

"What, do you think that will move me?"

Hearing that, he felt something tightening his heart... he did feel moved. He

knew how Chu Sang-woo liked things. Keep the photos, memorize playlists, and remembers
the vision and the size of the feet. It's not only because of the perfectionist tendency but
because he cared about his work beyond necessity.

Jae-young found Sang-woo's chin, took him away from him. his chest chest and put his
lips on it. The skin, which was constantly tormented during the night, was still soft and
moist. Sang-woo smiled and closed his eyes as he lightly joined.

Sang-woo's palms encircled Sang-woo's cheeks. Jae-yeong, while changing the angle to
suit the slightly changed lips. The light kiss quickly degenerated into a sticky French kiss.
Is the sensation hotter than body temperature due to excitement or sexual desire? In a
state in a confused mood, Jae-young was worried about Sang-woo again. He thought he
had expressed what his heart felt today, but he felt dizzy.

Sang-woo, who used to talk about humanity, forgot what he said and carefully sucked
Jae-young's tongue. Romantic kisses that intertwined tongues and changed the shape of
lips lasted a long time. Jae-young pushed Sang-woo away before the excitement
worsened. She smothered her appetite with a look of regret. When he wiped the saliva
from his mouth with his thumb, he said with a straight face.

"I guess I'm not human. It's a human disqualification."

Jae-young smiled and tousled his hair. And he tickled Sang-woo's nose with his fingers.

"I'm afraid I've run out of condoms."

"Should I get one?"

"You won't be able to walk around tomorrow. Unless you want to crawl around,
then yes, buy it."

"You could cover for me again at work. I'll pay the part-time rate."

He had to stop her from leaving, taking the joke seriously. Jae-young was also deprived of
his human qualification, but on the other hand, he didn't have the strength to raise a hand, so
he wanted to fall asleep.

"Good evening".

Sang-woo moved Jae-young's bangs with his finger and kissed her forehead. A big smile
hung around Jae-young's mouth. The man he knows these days has tended to imitate what he
has seen and experienced.

"Sang-
woo."
"...Yes?"

In a half-asleep voice, he replied,

If he says what's on his mind right now, he'll have to run away in his underwear To fall
asleep, Jae-young curled up quietly, looking up and hugging Sang-woo, who was lying
upright.

⌘W

He had a severe headache when he woke up in the morning. Jae-young blinked slowly
looking at the dark ceiling. As he turned his body to the side, he met Sang-woo, who
looked at him with his arms and chin on his forehead. bed.

'That's right, I slept here.'

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was just after eleven.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I was tired, so I slept like a log." "Aren't you

feeling bad today?"

"It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't affect my behavior.

He was in no condition to care about others. He felt bad and his head hurt. It's not like he
drank too much, but he did mix a lot of alcohol, and he worked out all the time.He

must have frowned subconsciously, so Sang-woo asked,

"What's wrong?"

"I have a headache." . "Then

go home and rest."
Sang-woo was trying to get him to leave, but he didn't want to part just yet. Jae-young
thought about it for a while and came up with an excuse.

"Invite me to
lunch." "Because
I?"
"Yesterday you had a great day. Then you should pay me, right? I remember last
night you were saying 'hyung, like this, it feels really…"

Sang-woo ran to the bed and spread his arms to cover his mouth with the palm of his
hand Jae-young hugged him and teased him

, "Look, it's happening again this morning. Why don't you pay me in rice?" "Not that!"

Sang-woo frowned and crossed his arms. He flopped down on the bed and looked away
and said,

"Fine. Yesterday... It was... it was true that it was good, so I'll treat you to lunch."

Jae-young smiled and headed to the bathroom. When she got out of the shower and tried to
get dressed, yesterday she threw her shirt on and couldn't see herpants.

” “Where did you hide my pants?” “I

put them in the wash.”

Jae-young walked over to the hanger to see if any of the few items of clothing could be
worn.

Looking at his achromatic wardrobe, Jae-young found a serious problem. There wasn't a
single suit that matched him. When he stuck his finger into the clothes, Sang-woo
approached him. He said with a rather serious look.

"You have to Bring it if I lend it to you this time.

Promise." "Okay."
Jae-young replied curtly and pulled out a navy blue shirt and black cotton pants. Looking
at the tag, the pants were 32 and the shirt was 105. It's obvious why a standard size M guy
wouldn't have bigger clothes.

” “Don't you have a white T-shirt?”

“White is vulnerable to contamination, so I don't buy it.” “I think it

would look great on you.”
muttered a bit to himself and stepped on the pants. decent straight pants made him feel
like a beggar. When Sang-woo wore the loose shirt he hit Jae-young's shoulder. Jae-
young unbuttoned his wrist and rolled up his sleeves several times. When he tucked the
shirt into his pants like a suit, he looked down, and it wasn't that bad.

Sang-woo looked at Jae-young with his mouth slightly open. He knew the style she
preferred. Without glasses, even if he looked a little tidy or formal, his expression was
vague.

"Stop looking. You're going to put a hole in

me” "...doesn't look like my clothes."

"Do you like it? Would you like to try this style sometime?"

As he approached, Sang-woo, who had his hands on his waist, turned red and irritated.

"We're running out of time! I have to eat quickly and go to work." "As soon as you try
it on you'll look great. I'm confident."

"Crazy, why would he do that?"

As he whispered into his ear with his shoulders clenched, Sang-woo forcefully pushed him
away and ran towards the front door.

When he left the room, the sun was shining in the middle of the sky. It was sunny and hot
like summer. They walked side by side and took a taxi after coming out onto the main
road.

Jae-young coaxed Sang-woo into the back seat and sat next to him. He told his
destination to the taxi driver while playing with his fingers. Sang-woo didn't shake her
hand and just stared straight ahead without saying anything.
 They went to a Vietnamese pho restaurant where Jae-young used to eat. Jae-young
ordered beef rice noodles and Sang-woo ordered fried rice. He felt better after drinking
the hot soup.

"ahh, I've come back to life."

Jae-young leaned back in her chair and stared at the yellow ceiling before turning to the
boy in front of her. Baseball cap, plaid

engineering student T-shirt, and dark jeans that aroused the curiosity to know how long
they had.

He was eating a lot with his eyes down. With her lips tightly closed, she moved the rice
from left to right, and from right to left in her mouth as she chewed. It was just a meal,
but he didn't know his eyes would fall out. She touched his cheek with the excuse of
cleaning up food scraps. Sang-woo then slightly raised his head and met Jae-young's
eyes.

"What?"

Jae-young silently dipped her spoon into Sang-woo's bowl and took a bite. He was eating it
with no expression on his face, so he didn't like the spicy fried rice with shredded chicken.

"What does it taste like?"

"I don't know. It tastes like a lot of spices."

"I ask if you want to come back to eat later."

"Um.............Yes."
"That's delicious, then."
"Not necessarily."
Sang-woo made a mistake and started eating again, leaving him alone, and Jae-young
quickly finished the noodles. He had a good plan. Sang-woo had to hurry up before going
to work.

They got up without saying a word after finishing eating. Jae-young watched Sang-woo
pull a check card out of a black leather wallet with faded trim and pay for the meal. His
wallet, clothes, hats, wristwatches, slippers, everything was clean, but he looked old. But
looking at the high end of the computer and its accessories, he seemed to be just frugal,
not poor.

"Hey, let's go somewhere together."

Jae-young grabbed Sang-woo's arm before he left in front of the restaurant. Sang-woo turned
around and made eye contact. Jae-young, who had been fighting him for months, said
casually.

"Yesterday you
threw my
clothes." "And?"

"Then I'll need more clothes, right?"

"another day."

"I'm going to buy it now, but you have to follow me and see if it fits me."

Sang-woo made a gloomy face. Jae-young, who expected that, added with a smile,

"It's your responsibility if I accidentally buy something weird and lose money."
"What are you saying!"
-woo stared at Jae-young with an irritating expression and widened his eyes as if he had
thought of something. He paused for a moment and spat.

"Okay, let's go quickly."

SangJae-young was surprised by the unexpected luck and headed towards the nearby
department store. Sang-woo seemed elated. Jae-young was intrigued because he had never
seen him look like this before.

"It's fun to see you too."

Crossing the crosswalk, Sang-woo said.

"Why?"

"You can ask me to buy it, what are you talking about?" "..."

"I said something. Did you do it because you were afraid I'd wash my mouth out?"

She can't control her facial expression. Jae-young smiled quietly, covering her mouth with
her fist.

"Follow me, I'll buy you something nice."

She had to run a bit to catch upto Sang-woo, who came forward.

The stores were packed because it was the weekend. Sang-woo, who seems to have been
labeled as a student, was mixed up by the colorful background of the store with perfumes and
cosmetics on display. They took an escalator and headed to the third floor with sporting
goods and casual clothes.

Jae-young went into various places and looked around and dragged Sang-woo to the jeans
shop. Before being scolded for looking at the pants after throwing away the t-shirt ,
quickly scanned the room for anything good. He mainly looked for the bright side. When
he picked up a pair of almost white gray jeans, Sang-woo looked disgusted.

"How about this?"

"The knees are torn." "Yes".

He is almost invisible, but he finds it as a ghost and gets nervous. Jae-young put down the
pants and tried to find something else. But whatever I showed him, Sang-woo didn't like
it or found it faulty: The shape of the bag is weird, the two buckles make it
uncomfortable, the zipper is stiff, etc.
"Hey, is this okay?"
"It's fine".

As soon as she was about to pay for a set of 10 beige plain pants and skinny black jeans,
Jae-young spotted flashy clothes.

Light blue slimming jeans close to baby blue, he measured the size with his eyes and
quickly looked everywhere. There was no buckle or rips. The pockets were smooth and
the stitches were well sewn. If you fold the pants well so that your ankles are slightly
visible. Just thinking about it made her nose bleed. Jae-young entered the changing room
with great excitement and came out with his pants.

Sangwoo, Sangwoo! Look here. Isn't it pretty?"

Sang-woo, who was looking away with his arms crossed, walked over. His eyes looked at
Jae-young's lower body.

"shiny... It's ok because you're wearing it. But it's a bit small, so let's go up a size."

That was an unconventional permission. Jae-young smiled and changed her clothes again
and stood in front of the counter wearing three pairs of pants. She handed her credit card
to the clerk, pushing Sang-woo's arm aside to put away the card he had already taken out.

"What's wrong?"

"Buy something more expensive."

Sang-woo seemed inscrutable, but he had no time to waste. young took his arm and went
to the other store. Wandering through some places with no income, he came to a store
that sold quality T-shirts. T-shirts of various designs were hung on hangers, walls, and
mannequins. Jae-young grabbed Sang's shoulder. -woo and made him look at the hanger.

"Let's look here, see if you agree with something."

"You can wear anything."
That's not what he meant. Jae-young patted Sang-woo's hat and looked the t-shirt on the
hanger.red t-shirts, cute pocket t-shirts, button-down t-shirts, reminiscent of yellow and
colorful, but Sang-woo criticized Jae-young for taking them out.

"The price is weird", "It's too short", "It's too thick", "It's too thin", etc.

It was much more difficult and uncooperative than I thought. Jae-young was forced to
drop everything and take out some white t-shirts. She discarded the ones that were too
thin or too thick and tossed out the ones with fancy prints and holes, so she was left with
a V-neck. Jae-young narrowed her eyes and looked at the shirt. It was a cool design with
thick material and an exposed collarbone, and there was a black line around the hollow
neck.

'Isn't this enough for Chu Sang-woo?'

Jae-young even picked out a green and burgundy one in the same design and figured out
the shirt right away. Sang-woo, who wasted no time paying again this time, complained
as he left the store.

"Why did you bring me

here?" "The goalkeeper."

Jae-young responded like this and handed the shopping bag to Sang-woo. Sang-woo
looked displeased, but he continued silently with the shopping bag. He was in a hurry
when he checked the time on his cell phone. Jae-young walked into a large casual brand
store and looked at the men's underwear section.

"Welcome! Who's going to take her?"

The male staff greeted him cheerfully. When Sang-woo pointed his finger at Jae-young, the
shop assistant took out various kinds of things, saying that they were perfect for the
customer.

"What are you looking

for?" "to the pretty
one, no matter what."
"Then check this out. This is the hottest brief among today's youth. It is made of
ultra-fine fiber that covers the buttocks and has a tight fit. There are dots on the
band, it touches the material. It is very sexy. I think you will love it. will be fine."

Jae-young made sure that Sang-woo, who was acting from a distance, hadn't run away,
and took out the droids that the shop assistant had taken out. The quality looked good and
there weren't any corners sticking out except for the band mark. The material was smooth,
so it seemed comfortable. Jae-young muttered when she saw the area that supported her
genitals.

"Looks big, will it fit?"

The clerk gave him a crazy look, but encouraged him to wear size L. 5 pieces of different
colors were bought, packed, and placed in a shopping bag, then he passed it to Sang-woo.

"Why did you buy underwear? You took two of mine, so that should be enough."

"because I want."

Now there is only little time left. As soon as he was about to go back, Jae-young was lured
into the baseball clothing store. The cap was filling the wall, so he couldn't just ignore it. Jae-
young dragged Sang-woo, who was looking at his wristwatch, and stood in front of the hat
rack-

"Pick one, quick."

"You have many, what else are you buying?"

What would you expect from him? Jae-young looked at the exhibition booth himself. Except
for those with large logos, except for those with unusual shapes, except for those with bright
colors, except for black ones. So there were only a few left.

Jae-young took a white one and looked at it. Although the initials of the baseball team
were embroidered, it was also white, so if you didn't look closely, it wouldn't be obvious.
It wasn't skinny, it wasn't too thick, and it was beautifully shaped.

"How is
 it?" "It's
fine".
"Really?"
Trusting that he knew Sang-woo's body size well, he chose the clothes without hesitation,
but it was difficult to measure without wearing a hat. Before Sang-woo refused, Jae-
young unexpectedly took off the black cap and put the white cap on him.

"What's happening?"

Jae-young awkwardly looked at Sang-woo. Only the color of the hat changed, but he felt
his impression lighten. He thought it was a bit big, but he was able to adjust the clasp.

'Looks Good. It's cute'

Jae-young tried to hold Sang-woo up and took off his cap. He made a quick payment and
stuffed it into one of his shopping bags. Sang-woo continued to look at his watch with an
uneasy expression.

"It's over. Let's go now."

"You must have a lot of money, buy this many clothes you don't need all at once."

"It's all I need."

Sang-woo openly laughed. It was amusing for him to hear, since he only had seven shirts
and three pants available. Now he only has half an hour to go to his part-time job. They
hurried down the escalator to the first floor. He thought he would be late, but he didn't say
much, just checked the bus app on his cell phone.

"I have terrible pain in my leg. Please call a taxi."

"A person with a sore leg buys clothes for an hour and a half?"

Jae-young made up a cough with a poor look on her face. As he bent his back and twisted
for a while, and stood up, Sang-woo narrowed his eyes.

"You have a sore leg, not a ruptured lung." "coff,

coff!"

"You are very

sick?" "Uh..."
"Okay, it can't be helped."

Sang-woo stood in front of the road, took a taxi, and hit Jae-young to get in. San-woo had
already turned his back to leave on his own, so Jae-young pulled his arm and kidnapped him
in the taxi. As he closed the door quickly and spoke of the subway station near the computer
room, the taxi started off. Sang-woo snapped with a terribly irritated face,

"Oh, come on. Why are you being so stubborn today? You haven't even said
anything meaningful."

"What do I do?"
"I know you're usually like that, but today you're even more so"

He couldn't do anything else, he felt rushed, since he didn't have much time left Jae-young
leaned his back on the seat with a feeling He suddenly felt suffocated when he saw the
shopping bag. This is not enough. Jae-young wanted to give Sang-woo more.

"Sang-woo.

" "What?"

"Nothing.

" him fiddling with his dolls with a serious look.

She wanted to buy him trench coats in the fall, puffer coats in the winter, and jackets in
the spring. He wanted to buy sneakers by brand, color, and design, and take him to the
hairdresser to see him with different hair styles.

Since he had Vietnamese pho today, he wanted to have jjamppong next time, and then
burrito and enchilada, then Peking duck, curry, budaejjigae, and steamed monkfish
together. The thought of that made him gasp.

"But today was

amazing." What?"
"It's the weekend, and I can't believe there are so many crazy dresses. I was surprised."

Jae-young smiled and patted Sang-woo's head. Sang-woo stood still, and took Jae-young's
hand, lifting it from his head. Naturally, the fingers were crooked and the disappointment
he had heard The day before he disappeared. Jae-young looked out the window with an
indifferent face, but her heart was pounding. If it hadn't been for the fact that they were in
a taxi, she would have stopped the car right away and kissed him uncontrollably

. that I'm always trying something new with you. It didn't take me that long to shop
for clothes with my mom."

"Do you like it or not?"

"There are pros and cons. If I had to tell you... We're almost there. You can drop me off
here."

Jae-young didn't listen anymore as the taxi pulled up near the computer room. Sang-woo
opened his wallet, took out 10,000 won, and handed it to the taxi driver.

"Please take him home with this.“

He then offered Jae-young two 10,000-won bills.

That's the price of the shirt. Goodbye."

Anyway, he was meticulous. Jae-young took the money and put it in Sang-woo's pocket,
and gave him all the shopping bags in his hand.

"It's all yours. Take

it." "...what?"
 "I bought it for you."

Sang-woo stood with the taxi door open, frowning. He stared at the shopping bag without
getting off for a while, andlooked at Jae-young with a serious face,

"No thanks. I can't accept any of this, so I'll give you a refund." "You sound like golden
grass."

Jae-young took out a bunch of receipts from his pocket, tore them in half, and shoved
Sang-woo out with the bag. the purchase.

" It is the price to pay for your services. Rest well."

He closed the door of the taxi and Sang-woo was left with a bewildered face without uttering
a single word. When Jans gave the address, the taxi started off again. Outside the window,
the broken silhouette of a robot he's become distant.” Looking out the window until he was as
small as her little finger, Jae-young sat up straight again and rested her head on the back, the
pressure and worries she felt last night were already clouded.

⌘W_

Mom: Your
uncle passed
away. 11:32
Mom: It's the 23rd. Can you come tonight? Let's eat together. 11:33

A simple message made Jae-young's good mood disappear. Every October, the family
reunions that took place were the same as always. This year, apparently, they would go
ahead. His uncle was a jerk when he was alive. She couldn't bear the thought of having to
fulfill 'Blood Ties', but Jae-young just replied to her mother, "ok, I get it. I'll go".

After finishing eating and washing up, she took off all her piercings and put on serious
clothes. It was two o'clock in the afternoon when he left the house wearing a formal black
suit, he had clothes for three days, glasses and some other useful things. He started the car
and called out to Sang-woo, but he didn't answer. Since his cell phone was always on
silent, he rarely answered in time.

I will go to a funeral.
I will be there for
three days. 14:02

He sent the message and left.

When he arrived at his destination, after three and a half hours of traveling, he smelled
the sea through the window that was half open. It wasn't dinner time yet. Such a beautiful
city with the sea, but it was not romantic at all. Every time factory chimneys filled the
shoreline, Jae-young became as suffocating as if he had a rock in his heart.

She checked into the hotel her mother booked, dropped off her luggage, and headed to her
room. It has been 7 months since he last saw his family together last year. There was a
faint sound of footsteps as he knocked and soon the door opened. A well-dressed boy
peeked through the door and flung it open with a nervous look.

"Hello, Jae-young-
hyung!"

Jae-young entered the room past the boy (son of his mother and stepfather), who was
bowing. He was Jang*, his mother was Shin* and the boy was Baek*. Jae-young felt as
distant from them as her mixed family name.

N: * Jang, Shin and Baek have different surnames even though they belong to the same
family.

The mother was sitting in front of the dressing table, wearing an elegant black mermaid
dress, the shoulders of which were embroidered with transparent fabric, leaving them
exposed. Her beautifully made-up face made her look magnificent. Jae-young couldn't
help but find it funny…because she didn't know if her mother was dressed to pay respects
or for a celebration.

"Son, are you here?"

She looked at herself in the mirror and turned to Jae-young. She looked so young and
beautiful that it would be hard to believe that she would be 50 next year. As Jae-young
approached her, he looked at her face and clothes as if checking them, pulled her
shoulders and felt her back several times with the palm of his hand.

"My son is getting more and more handsome."

"what did he die of?"

"A heart attack. How well do you usually use the constellation?"

Jae-young nodded her head and escaped from her mother's arms and backed away a bit. Then
the father approached his mother and hugged her. The mother covered her shoulder and
looked at herself in the mirror.

"What about your graduation? How was

it?" "Just like I said before."
 "Are you sure this
time?" "Hey".

"It's pathetic! Looks like Joo-hyuk already entered the prosecution training center.
You're going to study at the same school when you graduate this time,
ri
g
ht
?
"
"
U
h
".
..
"Don't get caught by grandpaand

They told him not to be “reprimanded” by his relatives. The mother ran her hand through her
hair, which was already perfectly combed, and looked at what her little boy had on his face.
She wiped his mouthHe turned to Jae-young

, "Young, you know it's going to be a disaster now because of your uncle's death,
right? Continue to be nice to your grandfather and get a lot of points. We don't
know what's going to happen."

Jae-young smiled bitterly without answering. His eldest uncle was his maternal
grandfather's successor and greatest legacy. Now that he's dead, there will be a lot of
controversy.

"Don't you have enough

money?" "Eh..."
"Hong didn't contact you? Is he in
Korea?” “I have no idea.”
Jae-young checked his cell phone, but there was no contact with Jang Jae-hong. He
checked Sang-woo's reply, “Okay,” and put his cell phone in his pocket.

"If you have nothing more to say, I'll go."

"Yes. Go to the hospital and pay your respects.'s seven o'clock, so don't be late."

Jae-young turned around and ran out of the pretty room. "Goodbye, Jae-young hyung!"
said a young voice in the back of his head.

Jae-young wasn't late for dinner. Everywhere he went, he was always late, but this was an
exception.
 In the living room, where crystal-decorated chandeliers splashed subtle light and classical
music drifted through corners, the lowest class people in the world were gathering. Sitting
around the table without saying a word, they jumped to their feet and ran towards the old
man, when he came in. "Father, how can you be so right?" , "I've missed you, grandpa",
"It seems like he's getting younger every day", blah blah blah...

Jae-young sat in his place and saw his mother's son (his brother, his mother's son and his
stepfather) embracing the old man.

His maternal grandfather was a fine gentleman. The charcoal gray tailored suit, still
wrapped in a robust body, had a sharp angle. side and shone in black handmade shoes.
Beneath the watch that displayed his wealth, a luxurious cufflink gleamed and on his
fourth finger was a wedding ring that was never lost for a single moment, even after his
grandmother's death. The gray hairs were put back without mess. It's not easy being this
cool in your seventies.

He sat down and looked around the big table. The man liked to bring together his large
family made up of children and grandchildren. Her sharp eyes, which were looking
around (except for Sang-ju, her mother's husband who had gone on a business trip, and
her two cousins), tilted playfully when she found Jae-young.

"Has the puppy come?"

Jae-young walked up to him, smiling with her eyes and holding out her hand. As he got
closer, he caught the smell of cigarettes and strong perfume that hadn't changed since he was
young. Jae-young liked her smell. Unlike his mother's hug, his grandfather's hug is warm and
strong. He felt a momentary return to his childhood.

"Yes I'm here."

"I've missed you".

A man without reservations whispered when expressing his feelings.

"I also".

Jae-young meant it sincerely. The man was the only one she liked here. Without his
grandfather, Jae-young would not have taken that position. When he returned to his seat,
a jealous look was etched on his face.

Appetizers were served and ceremonial words were exchanged. There was talk about his
uncle and the running of the company, and all the talent that had disappeared along with
his death at just middle age. However, when the main course arrived at the table, no one
mentioned the deceased again. A greedy man, who had no intention of covering his words
at all with a fiery personality, was originally everyone's enemy. Even his grandfather
couldn't stand it.

The three children of the old man brought their sons and daughters and exhibited them. A
children's promo soon developed, explaining how amazing their children were. His only
goal was to see which one was better. Because of this, Jae-young's mother became very
anxious.

"Grandpa, I look like you…I'm very smart. I joined the gifted class this time, and they said
I'm number one in the class."

"Well, yes. What was your name, babe?"

"Seung-min. You're so mean, grandpa. It's time you remembered."

The grandpa who emphasized family and loyalty was a macho man. So he treated his
daughters as single, and he wasn't interested in surnames other than were Shin.

"When are you going to study abroad, Young?"

The only exception was after the divorce of his youngest daughter, Jae-young's mother.
Grandpa loved Jae-young since she was young because she looked like Jae-young. him.
When Jae-young's future became difficult when his mother remarried, his grandfather raised
his own son and grew fond of him.

**I have to point out that the above paragraphs were somewhat incomprehensible to me, I
used 3 translators and, they all gave ambiguous translations and it was difficult to
understand 100% the conversations.

"It's in July".

"There is not much time left. What will I do when I miss my boy after he leaves for
America?"

An awkward cough could be heard here and there as Grandpa openly showed his
affection towards Jae-young. Then, there were insincere compliments from the other
relatives, wishing her success. wherever he goes or that they longed to see his graduation.

But the mood changed when Grandpa had to leave the room for a few minutes.

"So… what are you doing these days, Jae-young?"

Auntie asked cross-legged. Her husband was a doctor, her daughter and son-in-law too.
They were all vain and arrogant. "I thought you said you were in the graduating class last
year," added her cousin, who wore fine branded garments all over her body.

" I have something to finish, so I'm going to take another semester."

Jae-young's mother's face was wrinkled as she had insisted she keep it a secret. Jae-young
was good at lying, but she didn't feel the need to do it in front of them.

" Soare you still a student? Our Joo-hyuk joined the training center this time."

The uncle said, clicking his tongue. It wasn't even a valid attack. Jae-young was trained in
dog-like situations and a comment like that didn't affect him. “

If Joo-hyuk had served in the army, he'd still be in school.” “Oh, look at him.
Who goes to the army these days?"
One of his aunts-in-law was also involved in the dispute. Her son was also not exempt
from military exemption. Jae-young laughed again.

"I think it's rare to see guys over 20 years with tuberculosis. Grandpa was very worried
about Eun-sung's lung disease at that age."

The table calmed down. The attack left the aunt unable to fight back. The conservative
grandfather was very much against his grandchildren not attending the army, much less
for convenient reasons.
"Tell us, Jae-young, are you still drawing cartoons on the wall?"

This time, the youngest of his uncles lunged at him. A grumpy guy with alcoholism. He
himself had ruined his own business and was now living as a mobile phone dealer that his
grandfather set up for him

. "You mean Graffiti? It's a hobby I often do."

"When you graduate and draw, you'll get paid, right? I'd like you to draw my face.
You'll need money in your pocket."

He took out the pen from his pocket and threw it in front of Jae-young. Jae-young
answered without flinching.

"You better try selling your phones. It's time to change, and I'll decide how to live."

His uncle uttered an insult under his breath calling him a "damn bastard". His son and
daughter held his arm, trying to calm him down and escalate the argument. Her aunt gave
her a disapproving look, they clearly didn't like Jang. Jae-young's mother's face turned
pale with anger, but she had little to say in this gathering of only strong people, her age,
wealth, social status, and all aspects were at a disadvantage.

Then, when his grandfather returned, his uncle, who was enraged, showed his gold teeth
and smiled broadly. Jae-young felt a bit helpless, but just smiled calmly. He did not
continue eating and only played with the cutlery. When he was a child, the situation was
so unbearable that he didn't know what to do with those snobs, but now, it just bothered
him a little and he tried to bear it.

"Father, let's go play together sometime. I went to Australia last month and saw a nice
golf course."

"Hahaha. Australia is a good place."

The only reason Jae-young showed up to the family reunion was because of her grandfather.
A self-made businessman with high self-esteem and strong leadership, who wears a suit even
if he only went out for a bit. He is an important man with style and also a romantic who has
said that he will not date or remarry since his grandmother's death five years ago. At the same
time, he is an old man who speaks like a foreigner, and, above all, he values the bloodline, so
he always has to follow "good manners".

When Jae-young was disciplined for beating up his sunbae in middle school, or when he
was caught sneaking his girlfriend home while in high school, his grandfather just
laughed at the possibility that a boy could be So. Even when she ran away from grandpa's
house for more than a month, she secretly let him smoke and drink alcohol in the
bookstore. He also respected Jae-young's decision when she went to the art and design
department in college, instead of choosing management careers.

However, Jae-young received a slap in the face, for the first time in her life, the day she
insisted on cutting ties with the Shin family. He was kicked out of the house the day he
missed one of the family events and was once hit with a golf club that time he
disrespected his uncle.

Grandpa was the kindest and most fearsome man she had ever met. Jae-young learned
both freedom and submission from him. Since he was 20 years old, he had no choice but
to put aside his own rebelliousness and accept that he could not stay away from his
 grandfather.

After the family reunion, Jae-young went back to the room and lay down directly on the
bed. Whenever there was a family event like this, he usually ended up exhausted, but on
this particular day he felt more exhausted than ever. He knew exactly why.

After barely taking off his glasses and lying on his stomach, he put his hand in his pocket
and checked his phone which was on silent. There were many calls from useless places
and unknown numbers. However, there was no message from the only person he was
interested in.

'I miss you so much'

Maybe it's because they had seen each other almost every day. He felt restless. I was sure he
was fine, but couldn't stand it because I was curious to know what he's been doing, if he's
doing well in class, and if he's eating well… Jae-young looked at the last four letters of Sang-
woo's message. And called him.

Too... Too... Too... Too... Too...

"Answer, please."

The stupid phone didn't let Jae-young hear the voice she longed for. So he called again.

Too... Too... Too... Too...

'What the hell are you doing?'

Jae-young felt irritated. No, it was more like desperation than annoyance. He didn't know
why, but he needed to hear the voice right away. He hung up and called again before the
mechanical sound connected to voice mail.

It was on the seventh or eighth try that Sang-woo answered the phone with a stutter. Jae-
young sighed with her eyes closed.

- What
happen?
'Finally'
.
He murmured inside. The irritation and exhaustion he had just felt was erased as soon as
he heard Sang-woo's voice.

- are you at the

funeral? "No".
- You said you were going to a funeral.

Condolences were given first. The funeral was tomorrow and the funeral works continued
the day after tomorrow. But he didn't want to explain that to Sang-woo Sang-woo.

"Where are you?"

- At home.

"What were you doing?"

- Uh... this and that. You know, video games. Um... now, I'm brushing my teeth.

"Before that?"

- I coded in the lab.

"Only?"
- Yes.

The answer was too short. Jae-young wanted to hear the voice longer.

"Why did you go to the practice lab when I wasn't there?"

- I am used to working there.

“…”

-…

Jae-young felt knocked down by that silence.

"Sang-woo."

- Yes.

"Sang-woo."

- What?

"Sang-woo."

- You've gone crazy...

The laugh came out. However, he didn't hate the idea that Sang-woo thought he was
crazy, much less felt strange after hearing his muffled voice. Nowadays he couldn't hate
anything Sangwoo did. Jae-young smiled and decided to play a joke on him, as usual.

"What are you wearing now?"

- Pajamas.

"I would be very excited to imagine you playing with your pajamas."

-So figure it out for yourself…

"It would help me if I listened to you… In a sexy voice."

- How?

"I think I can get there if you play with your hands and moan into the phone."

Sang-woo was silent for a while. Jang put out feeling the embarrassment through the
phone.

-
 alr
ead
y
did
.
"W
hat
?"
- ...I already took care of that a while ago, so I won't do it again.

That was an unexpected response. Jae-young had no choice but to burst out laughing.
After forgetting his tiredness and laughing for a long time, he told Sang-woo that it was
inappropriate to laugh at a physiological phenomenon.

"Did you look at my picture?"

- Why you ask?

"I'm jealous."

- Stop teasing me.

"I'm serious. What was he doing in the picture?"

-…

"hurry up and tell me."

- I do not remember. I am so embarrassed right now. can i hang up "No".

Jae-young had Sang-woo explain the work he did today, and he just listened with his eyes
closed as he spoke without any interruption.

I wish informative audiobooks with his voice existed. This way he would listen to it every
night and at the same time he would stay well informed. Jae-young got under the blanket
without changing her clothes.

- You are
listening? "Yes".
- Did you know that the time of the call is more than 50 minutes?
"No".
- Call times have increased lately. If we continue with this pattern there is a high
probability that we will complete 3 hours in five

"So...you can...well" calls.

- Wouldn't you rather see us in person?

"...yes..."
 - Do
you
sleep?
"hm
m…"

- I think you're sleepy, hang up and sleep.

"Don't hang up. Keep... Let me hear you... a..."

- Why...

"Continues... the system..."

- I am going to hang up.

Sang-woo said so, but didn't hang up. She accepted Jae-young's whining and stayed with the
call open, listening to the inaudible and unintelligible things Jae-young was saying. In the
end he fell asleep with the light on.

⌘W

The next day he was busy receiving condolence money from morning to night. Although
the funeral home was established far from Seoul, mourners continued to pay their
respects. It gave him some satisfaction to think that, although he was not a nephew his
uncle liked, he would be the one to look after the funeral parlor while he lay dead. This
kind of work was welcome.

In the evening, the family dined in an arrogant atmosphere. After his grandfather called
him and talked for half an hour, the sky had turned dark. It was then that he received a
call from Jang Jae-hong.

- Where are you? I'm almost at the

hotel. "You come?"
- Yes, because there is nothing
to do. "Without paying your
respects?"
- I don't want to hear something weird coming from you. I will see my grandfather
tomorrow, and it will be less difficult if I go with my mother and you.

Jae-young thought it wouldn't be much different. The relatives hated and kept Jae-young
at a distance, but they were much more hostile to Jae-hong. They openly ignored Jae-
hong, who grew up at his father's hands, and practically didn't let him into the family.

- You are in front of the hotel, right? You can see...

Not long after hanging up the phone, the taxi slid in front of Jae-young. And Jae-young's
twin brother got off.

'I feel bad every time I see you'

Jae-young muttered inwardly, blowing out cigarette smoke.

 They were both the same height, build, and voice. When he was young, he struggled a lot
because he couldn't stand the existence of a person identical to him. However, they were
only identical on the outside, but they were. Their personalities, hobbies, styles, ways of
speaking and expressing themselves were very different.

"Long time no see, Jang Jae-young."

Jae-hong walked towards him, speaking stiffly. Wearing a basic black suit and tight tie, he
had a serious and stern look on his face. Jae-hong's hair was pinned to either side of her head,
too greasy for Jae-young's taste, and the accessories and shoes she claimed to be classic
looked dated. Who would dress like this in their 20's?

"Everything is alright?" Jae-hong stood to one side

“It's always a mess here.” Jae-young replied, blowing cigarette smoke across from him,

“What about the director position? Who will they give it

to?" "Honestly, I don't give a shit."
Having finished his studies in Europe and started working in the financial world, his twin
brother was an ambitious man who was interested in social success. he was snubbed for
being married, but he always showed up brazenly at family gatherings.” Jae-young added
with a frown

, “Why are you here? It's pathetic."

"I'm on vacation. I have some time, and I should know what's going on." Jae-hong said
as if it was something insignificant. They were so different.

After a long pause in the conversation, Jae-hong broke the silence.

"What about you? You must have graduated."

"It's a big deal...you know. I didn't graduate. I don't have to explain anything to."
Jae-young snapped back.

They weren't very close. They lived in the same house until they were 12 years old, Jae-
young didn't play with her brother because he had a very different personality. As Jae-
young scribbled the walls, Jae-hong was reading a book. Even after learning the same
foreign language, Jae-young showed a talent for speaking, and Jae-hong was good at
reading. On the one hand, Jae-young was a troublesome person, on the other, Jae-hong -
Hong was a solid model student, but he had a secret.

"Where are you staying? If the room is spacious, let me sleep there."

"Don't be ridiculous and get your own room." "It would be

nice to sleep with you after a long time."
Jae-young didn't even feel worthy to swear and threw all the cigarettes on the floor and
hit them with the soles of his shoes. Seeing their expression, Jae-hong added,

"It's a joke."

Then the cell phone rang in Jae-young's pocket. It had worked until now, but he pulled
out the phone annoyed because he wondered who else was calling him, and he blanked
 out when he saw the screen.

'Baby' is calling!

In an almost unconscious reaction, his hand touched the answer button and held the device
close to his ear. Without realizing it, he let of trying to say the name of the caller. Because
Jae-hong was watching carefully from the side

. Hey.

His voice sounded unusually loud, so he quickly lowered the volume. The eyes met Jae-
hong's. Jae-young walked past him and headed to the back of the building. He checked that
no one was around and returned the phone to her ear.

"Oh, hey?"

His heart was beating fast when he got the call.

- I caught a major virus today and tested it on….

Sang-woo talked about his achievements with a slightly excited voice. Blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, but Jae-young listened very carefully.

- The acting has gone up a lot. If you come the day after tomorrow, I'll download it
to my phone and show you how great it went.

"Really? Well done."

- Yes. Honestly, I'm running out of time, so I'm not sure I'll be able to finish
infinity mode and some of the features. I am worried about that.

"We can take it out and launch it."

- I want to do it all.

"Let's think together the day after tomorrow."

Jae-young leaned her back against the wall and closed her eyes. He feels sorry for Sang-woo,
but now he's not interested in the game at all, he just wanted to hear his voice. Jae-young was
too tired.

- It's actually an excuse.

Sang-woo, who hadn't spoken for a while, suddenly spat it out.

"What do you mean?"

-You can try it for yourself and talk about it later, but I'm just calling because.

“…”

The frozen heart from being surrounded by hateful people melted. Sang-woo had the
talent to shake people's hearts for no ulterior motive. Maybe Jae-young came here for
him.

- You are
listening? "Yes".
What would Grandpa say if he knew she was dating a boy? It occurred to him that way. Is
 he going to blow up the ashtray or is he going to be locked up in a mental hospital?
Maybe he'll laugh and tell her it's okay as long as it's just a game. It was all about
maintaining “good manners”. And follow the

line I'm sorry to call you when you're busy.

Sang-woo is good at apologizing, even though he didn't do anything wrong.

"No I'm not busy."

“
…
”

- When you called me yesterday, I thought...

Sang-woo took a second to continue

- Your voice sounded sad. So I wanted to tell you not to be so sad. Life is like that,
those things happen all the time (death).

Do you think he's sad because he's at the funeral? Unsurprisingly, the idea is one-
dimensional. Although completely useless, Chu's concerns are

invaluable. Jae-young responded, feeling a smile spread around her mouth.

"It's because I'm kind of stressed. It's okay because…in my family…it happens all the
time."

- Is someone bothering
you? "Uh..."

- Whom?

"If I tell you will you do something to comfort me?"

The smile grew thicker. It had only been two days since he left Seoul. But Jae-young
missed Sang-woo a lot.

-I know. He was being presumptuous. I am going

to hang up. "Wait a minute".
Jae-young held the cell phone with both hands and put it close to her ear.

"A little more, let me hear your voice."

It takes strength to endure another day without Sang-woo. Jae-young raised the call to its
highest point in case a small sound escaped her. Then there was a murmur of
 encouragement.

"I asked you to let me hear your voice, why are you keeping quiet?"

- I have nothing to say.

"It's all right. Say whatever comes to mind."

Sang-woo remained silent for a long time. So what he said made Jae-young forget how to
breathe.

- Jang Jae-young.

Hearing his name coming from Sang-woo's lips was so ecstatic.

- The lab is too quiet and time is heavy without you. “…”
- I miss you.

The murmur sounded faint as if it passed by. He thought he had misheard because he was in a
daze. As soon as he asked again, he quickly said.

- I will not repeat it. I am going to hang up.

And the phone went dead immediately. Jae-young stared at the screen for a long time. He
only made one call, but he gasped as if he had run a long distance. The unaccustomed
excitement spread and her heart broke. It was unpleasantly bright, and, above all, an
intense emotion. Jae-young leaned against the wall and held the phone tightly. Had he
climbed another level on the ladder?

'I'm playing well. It can't be, this is happening…'

Was this the right time to proceed? He had already fallen so far from the situation that he
didn't even know where the line was that he wasn't supposed to cross. He had fallen into
Sang-woo's trap. His fist was tense. Chu Sang-woo's barrage even broke down Jae-
young's lethargy and cynicism. He tried to clear his mind. He didn't want to worry so
much or overthink things. He took a difficult step. As soon as he came around the wall,
he nearly bumped into Jae-hong, but he passed him and headed towards the hotel
entrance.

"Who was?"

Jae-hong's voice was full of humor. When he turned around sharply, he saw a hysterical face
with a meaningful face. Jae-young walked faster and Jae-hong followed at the same pace.

"Yes honey, his voice is quite thick. I heard him very clearly... is he a boy?" "Get
out of here."
"Are you seeing a man?"

Jae-young ignored him and kept walking and ignoring all the questions her brother asked
her: where and when had she met him, how old was he, what did he look like? Jae-young
just walked away.

"The day will come when we will have a consensus. Puppy Jang Jae-young, I don't think
you're messing with our grandfather's approval, are you?"
 "What do you mean?"

"You have a weak spot, right?"

"Go and spread it all, I don't care."
She stood in front of the elevator and pressed the button, unable to allow herself to lie and
make excuses. A hasty finger pressed the button two or three more times.

"... where are

you going?" "To
Seoul."

Jae-young replied briefly and pressed the floor number on the elevator board that had just
arrived at the ground floor. Jae-hong followed him and asked with a serious face.

"Are you
serious?"
"Eh..."

"No, with the man, are you serious?"

What was he referring to? Of course he was serious. The answer spoke itself. It was simpler
than ever. There was only one reason to go pack. Sang-woo said that he missed him. That
was it.

"Tomorrow is the seal?"

It was obvious what would happen if he left without saying a word. To prevent such
annoyance, Jae-young has lived on "goodness", but now he doesn't need it. Jae-young got
off at the eighth floor and said to Jae-hong,

"Do me a
favor."
"What?"
"I've kept your secret all this time."
"And?"

"You can help me at least once. Make a story that something urgent came up and I
had to go, and you'll have to take care of it."

"What do you think is going to happen? Isn't it better if you stay one more
day?" "No."
He wanted to see Chu Sang-woo.

"I don't have the confidence to be around. There's no way Grandpa will listen to me…"
Jae-hong said, frowning.

"Then there is nothing that can be done."

He entered the room manipulating the card key. Jae-young dropped the suitcase and swept
the clothes everywhere. Jae-hong crossed her arms and clicked her tongue at the sight of him.

"I understand. Just calm down."

Jae-young ignored him and continued packing.

Jae-hong, who was frowning with her arms crossed, squatted in front of the suitcase. He
searched through the disorganized clothes and pulled out a suit and a shirt. Jae-young
noticed his ulterior motives and slowly let himself stop. Jae-hong opened his suit and
looked at it.

"It's not my style, but it can't be helped."

"You're sure?"
"Who could imagine it?"

He remembered that when Jae-hong was sick and absent from school, he would pretend
to be his teacher and make fun of him. I didn't think Jae-hong acted right, but no one
knew he was here. If you fool your grandfather well, no one will notice.

"Hey, Jang Jae-hong."

When he called out silently, Jae-hong kicked his tongue and smoked.

"If you say thank you, that's enough. I won't do it for free. I hope you'll return the
favor later."

"Put it on."

"Give me your shoes and your perfume, grandpa very captious."

Jae-young changed shoes with him, gave him her perfume, and closed her suitcase. And
he left the hotel without looking back.

He stepped on the accelerator to get there faster. Maybe he'll get tickets and some
speeding bills, but Jae-young was beside himself and couldn't afford to worry about it. He
arrived in Seoul in less than three hours.

When he got off in front of Sangwoo's study, his entire body felt stiff. Before entering, he
checked his reflection in the glass door: 'Jang Jae-hong's Oxford Brogue* style and black
suit.' It seemed that Sang-woo would like it, but he thought that he could smell his sweat
because he had worked all day.

*N: Oxford Brogues are a style of leather footwear that feature patterned stippling on the
toe and wings.

Jae-young couldn't get in right away and stood in front of the building. Until now, he
hadn't thought about Sang-woo's reaction. Even if he was constantly rejected by him, he
always took it in stride, but today he didn't feel like it. He didn't want to be rejected. He
came so far just to see you, but he may be cold or tired. The anxiety that had never been
characteristic of him floated in the bottom of his heart. His confidence seemed to have
disappeared, he felt weakened.

'Should I go back?'
Though he was desperate to think about cigarettes, the thought came to him that he might not
like the non-smoker who was wearing pajamas that he had washed perfectly and was already
clean. He raised his head and looked at the carefully covered window. What is he doing
there? Unlike him, she's in a stable condition, and she's thinking about gaming without worry
or conflict.

Jae-young unlocked her phone and checked the messages that she hadn't seen before
because she was driving. None mattered. Then a new message arrived.

Baby: I've been thinking about it, but I think I should give up infinite mode, ranking, or
trust quests. It will take 2 weeks to review the store, so we have to start beta testing on
June 3 as planned.

23:04

Baby: I know you're busy. You don't have to answer, just keep that in mind.
23:04

He read a business message a few times, and one more came over time.

Baby: And good night. You need enough sleep to relieve your stress during the day.

23:07

"Hold and release people."

He doesn't know why he was on the verge of tears at that moment. Jae-young put her cell
phone in her pocket and opened the glass door. He ran up the stairs two at a time, reached the
fourth floor, and took a deep breath at the door. That door

was all he could remember. He slowly raised his hand and rapped on the door three times
with his knuckle.

How long he waited in suspense, the door opened, and a bright light illuminated the dark
stairs. He frowned and opened his eyes again, and Sang-woo was in front of him. His
mouth was open wide, his eyes wide, as if he had been very surprised in his pajamas
pulled up and down.

"What...?"

Jae-young slowly entered the porch and closed the door. Sang-woo was in a distant
 position. They just looked at each other for a while.

'You like me a lot'.

He could tell from her face. It was a moment when he realized that his worry and desire
was only getting worse. If it went up to the ceiling, shouldn't it fall? If he has reached the
end, his feelings should cool down, but why did what he felt grew more and more?
Thinking that she had no idea, Jae-young folded expensive shoes and randomly took them
off. One step, two steps closer to Sang-woo. With his eyes wide open and cheeks flushed,
Sang-woo looked at Jae-young without avoiding looking away.

"I was not expecting you".

"Then no?" He realized that his eyes weren't completely black.

Jae-young wrapped her arm around Sang-woo's neck and pulled him aside. When he put his
chin on Sang-woo's shoulder, the negative emotions swirling in his heart slowly escaped
through his fingertips. His eyes closed on their own and a long breath came out between his
lips.

There were no anxious pastimes. Why would she spend such precious time with him
anxiously? But the more he got to know him, the more he became anxious. It was
something bad.

"It feels good".

No, Jae-young always felt good when she met Sang-woo. He had never been like this before
he got out of control. Her arms wrapped tightly around his back as she rubbed her face
against his neck. Sang-woo's arms, which were always treated like babies, were warm and
spacious.

“You're so weird today,

sunbae” “Why?”

“It's the first time I've seen you look like this, and it's the first time you've smelled like
this.”

“So, do you hate

it?” “...no.”
“That's enough, then.”
“And… what happened at
the funeral?”
Jae-young thought he was pretty good at pretending to be people now. awkward touch.

” “Who was it that was bothering you?”

“My aunt, uncle, maternal aunt, cousins. Go and scold them."

"Fool. Did you get depressed just because your relatives teased you?"
"You have to comfort me. I'm not here to be judged."
 "You want me to comfort you with my body, right?"

"You and your decadent mentality. It's not that. Be nice, talk to me."

warm comfort. He complained to Chu Sang-woo even though he knew that he did not have
such a function. Actually, it didn't matter. At that moment when he was drenched in his body,
leaning heavily on Sang-woo, Jae-young didn't need any comfort.

Sang-woo was silent for a while. It was a precious silence for Jae-young. When he felt
tired and his whole body was soft as if he could fall asleep standing up, he said.

“In nature, strong individuals always act alone. For example, a black mamba
releases poison from the day it wakes up, so there is no need to protect it.

" "..."

"There are two main reasons why other animals live in groups. Herbivores gather
together to defend themselves against predators due to their weak strength, and
predators hunt cooperatively in packs.-

young took a zoology course that started out of nowhere. She listened intently to some
examples, like nutrition, monkeys, and hyenas, and asked,

"Which group do you belong to?"

"Well..."

He couldn't have tried to answer seriously. It is absurd to put the animal world and the
human world on the same line. Also, it was impossible to understand the circumstances of
Jae-young's family, which would be strange for Sang-woo, who would have grown up in
a normal family.

"If you're a mammal cub, you have to get ahead. If you're weak, leaning on the
crowd is one way. But if the pack has an adverse effect on the population…"

Sang-woo, who was speaking softly, paused for a moment. moment.

"That's enough to get you out of there. Aren't you sure you can survive without
your family?"

If there is a problem, we can eliminate the cause. Without knowing Jae-young's situation,
there was no idea itself. However, most people regard this idea as cold.

"Do your parents know you think that way?"

"Yes, it's been five years since I left home." "Don't you
feel sad?"

"I am filling the family bond by talking on the phone every month and visiting every
half year. And I am planning to pay back the money my parents spent on raising me
in nine years."

"...Good boy."

Still, Sang-woo must have grown up in a harmonious family. His father begged him to
put a heart next to his name, his mother who teaches him how to drink properly for fear of
her son losing money, and his sister who is quite ordinary.
 Maybe that's why he has fewer ups and downs in his emotions, doesn't care what other
people think, and has high self-esteem. Jae-young felt both jealousy and love towards the
man that made her senses shudder.

"You're too contradictory. Why can't you skip a stressful funeral but you can skip
an important class?"

"If I don't go, they'll go crazy."

"Tell them to go crazy, then. Relatives are just people. No one can force you to act
or not."

"You're right..."

Jae-young was smiling before she knew it. It was strange that such an extreme solution
was comforting. The decisive conclusion blew away the stress as cool as a soda.

"That's a big deal. You've never been beaten by a red quilted jacket."

As he mumbled something, Jae-young hugged Sang-woo tightly.

"Do I look silly?"

"A little. Everyone has weaknesses, so I get it. Superman has kryptonite."

"Fine. A perfect man like me should also have a weakness."

Jae-young thought that was a good metaphor. He lives freely and still cannot do his own will.
Jae-yeong's long family line from his maternal grandfather has weakened him. What was the
point of being such a libertine Superman, if he had a powerful kryptonite, waiting to be used.
There was something I was curious about.

"What's your kryptonite?"

"I do not have that". Sang-woo replied without a trace of trouble. Jae-young was
convinced without much hesitation.

"Well, Superman with no weaknesses."

A boy with a lack of social and affective skills, a lack of meaning, a lack of empathy. But
for him, who was a Black Mamba, that could be a flaw. Self-sufficient and always acting
alone.

'You've been living that way all this time.'

Sang-woo patted Jae-young twice on the back and said,

"Come on, it's over."

It was a very kind

consolation. "Do you want
me to kiss you now?"
"Yes".
His fingers circled Jae-young's cheeks. Jae-young raised his chin and closed his eyes, but
Sang-woo raised his face to his level and did nothing but look at him for a while. Sang-
woo's fingers tickled Jae-young's forehead
 and touched her eyebrows. Slowly, he caressed her nose, her cheeks, and soon moved
down to her lips.

"Strange people. Why do they scold such a handsome relative?"

The moment he laughed, something else touched his lips. Jae-young's lower lip was
pulled into his mouth and his soft tongue was crushed on it. Sang-woo took turns sucking
on Jae-young's lips and walked in with his mouth open.

'Now you're very good at this.'

He became an expert after much practice. Jae-young forgot that he was tired and was
dragged away while Sang-woo was attracted to him. Like chocolate, she felt the melting
sensation in her hot mouth, allowed him to play sweetly at the root of her tongue.
Tongues tangled and her mind went blank. Wherever Sang-woo's lips touched his tongue,
his senses awoke. It was a dizzying kiss that stopped the accident.

After their lips fell naturally, Jae-young hugged Sang-woo again and whispered in his ear.

"Can I go to sleep?"
"Yes".
"You responded very quickly."

"Then give me your pajamas. I'll go wash

up." "No, you can't change."
Sang-woo replied quickly and grabbed Jae-young's arm and dragged him onto the bed.
His face was flushed with anticipation and eyes dazzling. Jae-young fell into bed while
carrying him, but he wasn't happy. Standing on the ship, Sang-woo sat up and hugged
him, turning to his side.

"Sang-woo.

" "Yeah?"

"Let's cuddle and sleep like mom and dad today." She thought it was too much, but
she had already said it.

"We're both men, so of course we can't get married, but I understand that's a
metaphor. If you feel bad, I will face em. You are the father."

Sang-woo kept eye contact without saying anything. Jae-young walked over to him and
put her leg between his thighs. He felt a pleasant warmth as their hearts

touched. The fierce emotions subsided and a feeling of sleep and warmth came to grip the
corners of his mouth rose. The calm waves that expelled hate and anxiety stabilized the
mind. Jae-young thought it was good to come visit Sang-woo.

Sang-woo, who was still, warming her, she asked abruptly,

"Are we really not going to do anything?"

her head out and made eye contact, "A mother and father should
have a baby, shouldn't they?" stuckhead down and hugged him
 tighter. "I want to stay like this."
'Please let's go. Chu Sang-woo. I'm not here to have sex with you. I'm here to see you.'

No matter how much he screamed inside, Sang-woo didn't recognize the unexposed
order. Sang-woo pushed Jae-young's chest and opened the street, then lowered his head
and looked down. Jae-young lay down with the palm of her hand covering her eyes, but it
was too late.

"The sex drive is totally out of control. I know how it feels." “…”
It was a time when he didn't want to live as a man. Jae-young didn't want to have sex, but
she couldn't help but react from the moment she saw Sang-woo. Sang-woo hugged her
back tightly. And he whispered in her ear as if he understood everything.

"I respect your judgment that you don't want to lose your humanity because it's
your first time in a suit."

Giving up became the most dizzying temptation, igniting Jae-young's lust for sex. Jae-
young felt the rapid circulation of blood in her body.

"Chu Sang-
woo."
"What?"

"Where's the
condom?" "You said
you wouldn't."

"I thought so. But I can't let it go."

"And to think that you're going to have sex without

wanting to…" "Bring him in quickly before he
can't take it."
Jae-young's body, which had been clinging to her back, has become distant. Soon the
lights went out and Sang-woo brought the same brand of condoms as last time. As Jae-
young pulled his wrist and tried to hug him, Sang-woo pushed his chest down.

"You look tired today, so I'll take care of that." "What?"

"Stay still."

Sang-woo said so and sat on the edge of the bed, quickly unbuttoning his pajamas. Jae-young
lay down slowly, staring at him, she didn't lie down or sit up. She swallowed as she watched
the thin pajamas flutter and reveal her skin. As he imagined ripping off his clothes and
running towards Sang-woo, he remembered his instructions to stay put.

Sang-woo took off his pajamas, folded them, put them on the ground, and looked into
Jae-young's eyes. It was then that he did something unexpected. Unstoppably, he lowered
his pants a little, and opened the condom and put it on his erect penis.
"Sang-woo?"

'Did that mean stand still?'

Jae-young stiffened with embarrassment. He thought that this day might come one day,
but he didn't know it would be today. He was willing to talk to Sang-woo long enough
and let him do what he really wanted, but right now his body and mind weren't ready.

Sang-woo reached out and touched the buckle on Jae-young's pants. Jae-young grabbed
his hand tightly and looked into his eyes.

"Wait, I'm not ready yet…"

"You're so weird today."

As Sang-woo smiled and spoke, wonder spread across Jae-young's face. Taking
advantage of his weak grip, Sang-woo pulled down his pants and underwear. Jae-young
stood still to see what she was doing, but couldn't relax.

"Are you asking me to lie down and sleep in these conditions?" "Wait a
moment and it will slowly go numb."

"I do not believe it."

Sang-woo complained that it was too slippery and brought a tissue and cleaned the pole. He
only brushed it with a handkerchief, but Jae-young felt the illusion of being licked by Sang-
woo. As a result, the fire got hotter, but Sang-woo patiently cleaned everything up and put a
condom on Jae-young's penis.

"Why did you put a condom on both of them?"

"I used another one because I remembered throwing your clothes away last time.
The shirts will cost you more."

Sang-woo said casually and took off Jae-young's jacket. Anxiety and doubt immediately
turned to excitement, paralyzing her head, but Jae-young held back and waited. He was
sure that he would feel something good if he waited until the end.

Sang-woo squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto the condom and spread it out
with the palm of his hand, took a deep breath and raised his lower body. With both hands
on Jae-young's shoulder, she lowered herself down and put her butt on the tip of his (Jae-
young's) member. The small contact made Jae-young slide down Sang-woo's shoulders
and arms in a fit of excitement. He repeatedly gripped her white hot forearm and then
tried to insert it, but to no avail.

"Is not working".

He said, frowning. After trying a few more times, he gave up, and unfortunately, he sat on
Jae-young's thigh again.

Sang-woo took a deep breath and stepped aside. The dimly glowing profile in the dark
looked just as good as the front. He was manly and handsome at the same time. His body,
which doesn't eat too many calories and has all the muscles he needs in life, resembles his
personality that values efficiency.
 Sang-woo ripped off the new condom, put it on his finger, and squeezed the gel. Then he
lowered his hand. Jae-young gasped and watched the show. Sang-woo was bringing his
fingers to his hole and inserting them into his body. He suffocated. Jang's eyes began to
roam over his black hair, his dark brows, his narrow, crinkled eyes, and frantically
searched the lips that had parted past his nose.

The lower part of the head caused the neck bones to protrude. He swallowed hard and
clenched his fist. He had to repeat the extension with his eyes. The noise of viscous
material colliding in the narrow passageway filled the silent room. In

stark black and white contrast, the two of them didn't even touch, and at the same time
they were out

"AH..."

Shortly after, Sang-woo sighed. His right hand moved more and more diligently. A
crackling sound, drifting in the mud, caught Jae-young's ear and made his earlobe warm.
Sang-woo's neck jerked and his black hair trembled. He frowned back.

“Ahhhhhhhhh…”

Chu Sang-woo was willingly expanding his hole to receive Jae-young's penis. It was a scene
that I had never seen.

"What are you staring at so hard? You pervert..."

Sang-woo widened his eyes and muttered. His lips were closed. Honest by day, he doesn't
hide his desires at night. It's just a consistent act, but why does it look like two different
people? The baby is not a baby. There is no such baby in the world.

Jae-young couldn't take it anymore. His upper body surged with a mind that rushed at
him.

"I told you to stay put."

Sang-woo pushed Jae-young back with his feet. Jae-young leaned back slowly, forgetting
that he was embarrassed and excited to the top of his head.

"I will do it."

He stood up, looking directly into Jae-young's eyes. His sweaty chest, his shiny nipples, his
flat and defined abdomen, his neck, his arms, his legs, anything was a serious turn-on for Jae-
young. Sang-woo took a breath, took her hand behind him, opened his buttocks, and perched,
swallowing the pillar that had been waiting for this moment. Jae-young closed her eyes
tightly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

A sudden spur came out and groaned of itself. He literally felt swallowed up. The weight
of Sang-woo, the feel of his shirt, and his hot skin made her head dizzy. Sang-woo moved
his hips up and down a few times and sank deeper. The sucking sensation felt by his
member tightly wrapped around Sang-woo's cavity, gave Jae-young a strong sense of
pleasure as if she had been punched in the stomach.

"Sangwoo...wait, I'm in danger."

 Sang-woo ignored Jae-young's words and slid deeper and pressed inside her. He sat down
and ate the pillar to the end while trying to clamp his teeth together so he wouldn't beg.
He grabbed the sheet and crinkled his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he
was frowning. Jae-young looked at Sang-woo, who was panting with his hands on his
chest.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"It's too deep. And…"
It was time to get used to it, but it was hard to accept because of his posture. When Jae-
young's finger was raised, Sang-woo lowered his upper body. His face, seen up close, is
indecent. Jae-young wrapped her arm around his neck. As he closed his eyes and took a
breath, Sang-woo whispered into his ear.

"Hyung, are you excited? It's too big."

Jae-young, who was unexpectedly attacked while being careless, was about to fall short
of reaching the goal, even though he didn't want to.

"Damn..."

"What's wrong?"

He spat it out once before he started, but Sang-woo didn't notice a thing. Soon, however,
the white semen leaked from the condom that was wrapped in the pillar and soaked the
body. Jae-young awkwardly whispered.

"I didn't control it. I need to change this."

"I can't take it out now. Is it okay to do so?"

As soon as she nodded, she raised her upper body touching Jae-young's chest. It wasn't long
before he started moving his hips up and down. Waves of stimulation surged before the
euphoria that had peaked had subsided.

Sang-woo was half closed with a hazy look in his eyes. He repeated going in and out at
the slow rhythm of his hot stomach. The tremor gripped tightly and then slipped away as
if it had happened. Every time his waist and pelvis moved organically like a horse rider,
the genitals that were pressed to the ship trembled.

It was sweet, tempting, but amazing sex. Jae-young's breath got worse and worse as he
stood still. The communion intensified each time the joints met. With both hands
touching, she gripped her waist where hot sweat flowed down and felt the muscles move

as she squeezed her butt. He shamelessly grabbed the center of her white thigh with his
finger.

The dark black eyes looked at Jae-young as if in pain. A drop of sweat that came down
from Sang-woo's temple formed on the tip of his chin, and then fell on Jae-young's shirt
the moment he lowered his butt. Throwing away the clothes, it kept raining every time it
shook. Jae-young's mouth fell open on its own, spitting out a breath and moaning.

"Hyung..." Biting his lip, Sang-woo said

"...uh."
 "So... don't look."

Soon the palm of his hand came up to his eyes. Jae-young grabbed her wrist and yanked hard
before her vision was blocked even for a moment. Sang-woo's upper body collapsed onto
Jae-young's chest with force. Jae-young pulled his neck, found his lips, and kissed him
roughly.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Sang-woo, who was moving on his own, trembled and stopped moving for a while. The
feeling of tight engagement made him feel full as if he was originally one body. Jae-young
hugged him tight on the back and hit the boat.

"Do you need help?"

Sang-woo blinked silently. Tears welled up around her eyes. Just as the usual stabbing
does not produce a single drop of blood, Chu Sang-woo is weak in pleasure. A lot. Those
contradictory qualities were one of the many factors that made him attractive. Jae-young
bent her knees and held onto Sang-woo's hips tightly.

He only slightly twisted his pelvis, but Sang-woo twisted his body and rested his forehead
against Jae-young's neck. Do you know what's driving you crazy today? Is the reward for
travel a long way? If so, next time it will take a car for at least 100 hours. Jae-young put
his arm around Sang-woo's back and raised his lower body.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
h… “Are you alright?”
Sang-woo quickly shook Jae-young's head as he wrapped his arms around her neck.

“Enough then. Silence."

Jae-young was in a violent mood when she saw him distracted. Something sadistic?
Every time he jerked his back, she wanted to tease him more, shuddering. She wanted it
to be like this.

Pinching through the perfectly fitting crack, she pressed him inside. When he bullied Jae-
young several times, Sang-woo lost his weight and gave him a big hug. There was a
common smell on the basketball court at the end of his hair. Now he smelled that same
smell. He didn't know the time would come.day he would think the smell of a man's
sweat was sexy, but it made him dizzy.

A strong possessive desire simmered in his mind. Wanting to fill, wet, and paint Chu
Sang-woo with it, Jae-young grabbed hisHis waist with both hands. And he seriously
moved. It was a chance to grab his neck tightly and shake Sang-woo's hot stomach. Sang-
woo's butt hit and fell when he hit hard.

"Ah, oh! Hyung..."

Without answering, he brought a hand to the back of his head. The sweaty hair moved his
lower body as he grabbed it. The act became more and more intense and Sang-woo's body
jerked. into the air with the sound of puck, puck, puck, puck-puck encounters

"Ugh, ooh, ooh... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The hips became more intense, using a voice mixed with pain and pleasure as fuel. The cycle
of the rumble became shorter and shorter, and Sang-woo's lower body became more and
more streamlined. Every time he sat down, he received and hit him, and his eyes and lips
dripped with water.

“Huck, huck, ha…Ugh, uh…Ah!”

Chu Sang-woo couldn't hide his expression of excitement, Knowing that he was the
reason, Jae-young became more excited and intensified.

'Why did I meet you until now?'

Jae-young felt that the blood pumping from the heart to the whole body was mixed with
emotions that were hotter than bodily fluids. The blind and paralyzing emotions were not just
a kind of sexual desire. She pushed the feeling of crisis aside. and was ready to sink into the
sea of sensations.

Sang-woo was so sensitive that he reacted to Jae-young's every gesture. He could see how
excited Jae-young was, so he didn't even have to ask for an answer. The nails dug into the
back and teeth bit into his shoulder.

Jae-young was willing to carry the doctrines of a man who could not invent anything. He
held her hot skin tightly in his arms and kissed her hair and forehead. At the same time,
the Penis was persistent in aiming at the same point. Jae-young learned everything
quickly.

"Ahh, Sang-woo..."

"Ah...ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."

Jae-young just He saw Sang-woo cry once, but this time it was tears of pleasure. He gently
held Sang-woo, who was he sobbed and clung to his arms, and he put it on his lower body
constantly.

The feeling of the two of them running to the top together was overwhelming. A feeling
of good fortune to satisfy your desire to record the strongest pleasure in your body. Jae-
young expressed such complicated feelings with her body. And he still had a lot to show
her.

“Ah, ah! Ugh...Hey, Jae-young hyung...”

Then, just as the inner wall squeezed him, Jae-young could see that Sang-woo had leaned in.
When he stopped moving, his body fell completely. Sang-woo came over, touching Jae-
young's chest with his eyes closed. Again, his shirt was ruined because he pulled it too hard.
Jae-young patted the back of her neck and wiped her eyes with tears. Sweat and tears,
perhaps wet with semen, trembled on the tips of her fingers.

"Ha ha..... Sang-woo."

Sang-woo snorted without answering.

"Open your eyes".

The loosely closed eyelids flickered, revealing half black eyes. As soon as eyes met, lips
searched for each other. The clumsiness, the dripping saliva, and the sex-like kisses for a
long time. His lips fell and Sang-woo closed his eyes and fell next to him.
"I thought I was going to die. You know... "

The matted euphoric eyelids moved slowly. There was one thing he missed. Jae-young kissed
his damp forehead and wiped the sweat from Sang-woo's cheeks and chin with the back of
his hand.

"You can't die. I'm not done yet." "I'm exhausted. Is enough for today."

"What do you mean by that? It's just the beginning."

Jae-young raised her body, removed the condom filled with gel and semen and put on
another one. He stripped off his sodden, ragged pants and socks and took off his shirt that
clung to his skin. Sang-woo made it easier because he had already unbuttoned everything.
Afterwards, he took Sang-wo, turned him around and hugged his waist.

"If you seduced me, you should be responsible." "...okay, put it inside me."
Jae-young, who kept the emotion for a long time, couldn't afford to be nice. When he
opened the gap in his buttocks and pierced right through, Sang-woo lost his composure
for a moment and groaned like a scream.

The second round began with a close overlap like dogs in heat. Jae-young moved her
waist and grabbed Sang-woo's hair and pulled it. He buried his face in her bent head,
whispered in her ear.

"Sang-woo."

"Ugh what."

"Now... what are you thinking?"

"Oh…pleasure, oh…oghh…Jae-young…hyung…humanity…lost…" "Still…I

can't believe the opposite sex is alive."
He had a hunch that the night was going to be long.

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9. You feel like having sex with someone, even if you have a partner.

'Not to that extent. Also, it's illegal'

10. He can't stand even a day without having sex.

'I can last a day'

11. He has the urge to go to brothels or brothels because he cannot control his
sexual desire.

'It hasn't happened to me. Besides, it's illegal.'

 12. Feel a strong urge for perverted sex. '...'
It was difficult to answer “yes” or “no”, because the word “pervert” in a standard way,
had ambiguous meanings. Sang-woo was forced to withhold his reply and forced himself
to read the rest.

If the answer was affirmative in ten or more of the 20 questions, the result would return
sex addiction, but the only perfectly affirmative question was number 5, "I feel
uncomfortable with my daily life because I have many thoughts about sex."

"It's not addiction."

I suspected mental illness because I thought about it (sex) all the time, but no matter how
simple the test is, if the results are that clear, then it's probably not a disease as such. Sang-
woo felt relieved.

When he put his cell phone in his backpack and stood still, he remembered everything
that had happened the day before. While working in the practice room with Jae-young,
tempers flared and they went home early. After having steamy sex in the car, he tried to
walk away, but it all turned into a physical “fight” between games and pranks in front of
the building, which led to kisses. In other words, he came home and couldn't even take a
shower, as he was busy having sex until dawn. Because of that he was almost late for
today's "System Incorporated" class.

'You have to say the exact requirements, Sang-woo. No objections'.

Jang Jae-young was inconsistent and fluctuated from time to time, so he was moody some
days, softer on others, and harsh from time to time. It was hard to choose which side of him
was better, but he didn't like to debate or worry about it. Yesterday, he had been so naughty
that he went crazy and accidentally crushed his glasses. When he tried to sleep at dawn, the
frame of his glasses broke in half. He asked for a price, but Jae-young didn't reply.

Sang-woo sat with his chin in his palm and was lost in thought. I thought about his
mocking face, his sensual expressions and his gestures that sometimes he wanted to hit.
Suddenly the door opened.

"Uh-oh, I'm sorry! Sunbae."

The boy, who suddenly appeared in front of him, was panting heavily. Sang-woo belatedly
remembered that he was sitting in the conference room and about to meet with a colleague.
He looked at his watch. The boy had arrived 7 minutes late. He didn't even notice it because
he was thinking of something else.

"Sorry, sorry! I fell off my bike. I know it's an excuse and I should have gotten here
earlier…"

It didn't sound like a lie. The elbows sticking out from under the short-sleeved shirt were
scraped and a little blood was visible.

"If you're injured, go to the infirmary first."

"What? No...I'm fine."
The boy sat in front of Sang-woo and wiped his sweat with the back of his hand. Sang-
woo grabbed the mechanical pencil, looking at the pre-written notes.

"Then let's start the meeting. The topic of the presentation is the concave algorithm.
 If you don't like the idea, invent an alternative."

"Wait a minute".

He came out of his bag with crumpled paper and pen. Then he wrote "Omok" in the
middle.

"Wouldn't it be too complicated when we don't have much time? I was thinking about
ATM..."

"It's quite simple to get a good grade. I'll go with Omok." "...yeah. Let's go for
it."

The mini project of the “Algorithm” class was in pairs. Despite this, Sang-woo got the
idea that he was doing it alone. He didn't like to expect anything from anyone.

"You know there's an extra point if we implement it as a program,

right?"

"That's
right?" "It
is not
obvious?"
"I think it's going to be difficult... Then I'll have to make a board. Um... do you have
any plans?"

"The initial value of the bottom plate can be implemented in an array and distributed
according to the cell size. And two types of inspections diagonal, horizontal and vertical
at each shift change. 3*3 is a bit tricky, but...-

woo added after seeing the boy's face.

"I'll take care of

it." "So what will I
do?"
"After I deliver the schedule, you focus on dynamic planning and organizing the
process. I think I can mention memos and recursive functions, and diagrams are
essential. I'll schedule it and send it to you before midnight on Sunday, so give me
Your email address."

The boy quickly wrote down Sang-woo's directions. He then tore off a piece of paper,
wrote down his email address, and handed it over.

"I'm not as good at coding as you, but I'll take care of the analysis and presentation."

Can you believe him? Sang-woo gave him a suspicious look. If the boy didn't do it right,
he could do it on his own.

After sharing the roles and responsibilities in the notes, one topic remained to choose
from: the production of
"Leave the PPT to me" presentation materials.

Sang-woo said confidently. He wasn't good at art, but he knew how to do the PPT. After
annotating the presentation materials under his name, there was nothing left

to decide at the meeting. After putting the lead of the mechanical pencil in the case, he
put the pencil in the bag with the note. As soon as he got up, the boy called out to him.

"Well... Sang-woo
Sunbae." "What?"
Sitting with a stiff face the whole time, he said with a slight smile.

"Thanks for overlooking it

today." "What do you mean?"
"We had a project together in 'Data Structure' class. I was 3 minutes late for the
meeting, so you left and did the assignment on your own, remember? I took the class
again because I got a D. Oh, I'm not blaming you now."

'this guy…at least he's not a delinquent'

Sang-woo frowned. It's terrible that there are many people in the world who have the concept
of Jang Jae-young's time.

"I thought you would leave again this time... I was surprised to see
you." "..."
"It's been a while. I think your mood has changed..."

He bowed after he said something so hard for Sang-woo to understand

"I'll do my best, I've decided to learn a lot." "Oh yeah."

Sang-woo had nothing to say, so he answered blankly and left the conference room.

As he stepped out of the library building, hot sunlight spilled onto his black cap. It was
the end of May. Sang-woo went to the practice room, reflecting on the boy's words. It
was three years ago that he took the data structure class. At that time, he was so strict that
he couldn't talk to anyone when he was late.

'I think your mood has changed'

Does this mean he's retired? It claims to be true up to a point. For example, Sang-woo
didn't pay as much attention to people's lag times now. If he followed those principles, he
would never be able to meet Jang Jae-young.

He came to art school, which he had gotten used to. He went up the stairs to the third
floor, opened the fourth door and went inside.

"It's here, Chairman Chu."

Jae-young said, not taking her eyes off the phone. He was playing on his phone leaning
back in a chair, legs outstretched, feet on the desk. He was wearing a blue shirt and black
pants, but in Sang-woo's eyes, he looked so cool as if he was going to an important
 position. As he approached him while listening to the sound effect of the game, Jang's
arm reached out, wrapped around Sang-woo's waist, and pulled him to his side.

"What do you think?"

"It's a lot more fun than I thought. Did we make it?"

Jae-young playing beta testing with his nomadic hairdresser Chu-chu. Throwing grenades,
managing various mobs and capturing an enemy with rifles. Sang-woo stared and said
something.

"We need to adjust the grenade damage." "I

know. It's so fraudulent."
"I like the sound effects."

"Nice job. And I found two bugs*. If you set up the booby trap and switch weapons
without moving, they get stronger. Please check that and the status window. It
doesn't move sideways."

*NT: Refers to a software bug or defect that causes a program to malfunction.

"I saw the first one.check the second one."

Sang-woo tried to return to his seat, but Jang's hand, slowly playing with his butt, pulled
at his waist. His eyes stared at Sang-woo, as he grabbed Jae's shoulder. -young and stood
up a bit. It was a quick touch of the lips. Jae-young lowered his eyes and looked at Sang-
woo's lips, and then met his eyes again.

"Eh.

" "What?"

"Didn't you miss me?" He whispered softly.

"You were with me until this morning."

"What does it matter?"

Sang-woo wanted to say that there was a big problem. It hadn't been 24 hours and still the
sexual desire took over. When he came to, she was kissing him again. An irresistible act of
sweetness. Events that happened more often than food lately.

Jae-young, who was reaching into Sang-woo's shirt, pulled Sang-woo's hand. He pulled
the elastic band and let it fall. He parted his lips and looked down.

"You're wearing new underwear. Can I see it?"

"Underwear is not for others to see." "I bought it
to see it on you."

Sang-woo took a step back and sat in his place, ignoring Jang's nonsense

"You took four underpants, so I had to wear a new one. Please put them back."

"Why don't you put on something else?"

"I don't feel the need to wear new clothes because I already have enough clothes." "I'll
have to throw them away next time I come to your house."

He was talking nonsense again. He turned on the computer and waited for it to boot up.

"You're not going to work tomorrow, are you? It would be perfect to take
advantage of the three days, Friday, Saturday and Sunday to travel”

"How is it that you only think about playing like this? I think I'm late because I
keep breaking my schedule."

Sang-woo moved his chair closer to his desk and pointed at the chart on the wall.

The time he promised Jae-young is only two months away. Since the last month will be full
of development tests and platform reviews, it was almost like having to implement all the
features and check bugs in one month. Except for the QA and beta testing period, the
remaining period is one week. Now that he has quit his part-time job, he has made time to
study and sleep to increase his work hours, but Sang-woo was impatient.

"Plus, he's got all his main studios. In three weeks, we're going to have a test launch.
We have to do a release schedule by the end of the week."

"Okay. Then let's postpone the trip and go somewhere today." "Haven't you
heard anything I've said? We don't have time." "Exactly, that's what I
mean…"
Jae-young didn't seem to take Sang-woo's words seriously, as usual. Sang-woo calmly
asked where the place was.

"Where is?"

"The study I mentioned earlier. I got some samples and they were fine.
Do you want to hear them?"

"The sound manager is you, Sunbae. I'll leave it to you."

Jae-young studied music quite well. He looked on the web and got some samples. Thanks to
an acquaintance of Jae-young, who played in a band, he was able to learn about that study.
Although it was not a recognized place, since it had been established only a year ago, it had
very talented people.

"Hello, boss. Yes, that is. I like the sample you sent me yesterday, so I'd like to visit
you in person and talk about the details. Yes. Oh, anytime? Then I'll go now. Yes,
I'm not alone." . I'm leaving with my partner. I'll see you in half an hour."

Jae-young hung up after saying that she would take Sang-woo without permission. Sang-
woo had a schedule in mind, but he turned off his laptop and organized everything
without saying anything. In fact, he could send Jae-young alone, but he liked how he
called him “partner”, so he decided to follow him.

As he packed up and carried his backpack on his back, Jae-young took his shoulder.

"OK, let's go."

"That... Say it
again.
 "What?"
"How did you call me on the
phone." "What do you mean?"
"Forget it"

"What is it? What do you want to hear? Honey, honey, is that it?"

'Crazy bastard'

Jae-young added that it was a joke as he looked at Sang-woo's expression. No matter how
much he joked, how can he just say such things like that? Sang-woo quickly went down
the stairs, with goosebumps.

The studio was in Yeonseok-dong. It is said to be an original entertainment establishment

and a neighborhood with many foreigners, but among them, the studio was located in a
dark and narrow alley where security public looked a bit risky. Jae-young said sheepishly
in front of the alley,

“Everything is fine here, but it's not a good idea to park.” “Then
why did you bring the car? You can't even see."

"I'm fine with my contacts. I need a car for a ride after dinner with you."

"You mean you're going to goof around openly."

"If you travel, shouldn't you at least drive? Where is your conscience?"

Jae-young mumbled a lot and called the owner of the studio. After a few words, when he
saw it standing on the side of the road, he thought he heard the reply, "Put it anywhere."

Jae-young took out a board with her phone number on the console and got out of the car.
Sang-woo followed him up the iron steps.

"You're Jae-young, right?"

"Yes. Hi, boss."

"Hey, when Seung-yong said such a good-looking friend would come, he definitely
wasn't lying (he means Jang Jae is very handsome). You had a hard time finding
this place, right?"

When he opened the door and entered, a man with a thick beard smiled and welcomed
Jae-young. He was thin and bald and wore a gold necklace around his neck. He shook
Jae-young's hand and turned to Sang-woo.

"It's our developer." Jae-young said, pointing at Sang-woo with his thumb.

"A young friend is great. Welcome."

Holding Teol-bo's hand, Sang-woo said emphatically, "I am not a young friend, I am your
business partner." He didn't mean to sound funny, but Jae-young laughed lightly and
Teol-bo just smiled.

It is not a place that specializes in music for video games. As if to prove it, there were
posters of hip-hop singers and some posters on the wall. Unlike the
 shabby exterior of the building, the interior was well designed, so Sang-woo felt a little
confident. They started the meeting in a room with three monitors and two synthesizers.
The studio owner introduced some of the game's work and gave them some samples of
the background music.

"Game music trends these days tend to give a bit of variation so it's not obvious that
the code repeats itself. What do you think of the action genre?"

Jae-young, who was quietly listening, winked at Sang-woo. Sang-woo spoke about his
impressions first.

"I like number two. Unlike the trend you mentioned, the shortcode loops, but there
are a lot of things like that in classic games. However, I expect the tempo to be 1.3
times faster than this."

"Do as my 'business partner' says. I want you to push the pace. As you can see from
the planning, our concept is a bit creepy."

Even before Jae-young's words were finished, the boss played the music again and rigged
the schedule. Then the speed picked up, and the pitch dropped, becoming a different kind
of music. It sounded strange and addictive. Jae-young smiled from ear to ear.

"boss, you are an expert."

"Okay. It fits what they're asking for. So, at this rate, I'm going to push 8 to 16 bit
reps in a row."

The door burst open as they were talking. A tall, thin woman came in with three cups on a
tray and placed them in front of them. The coffee was steaming. The chief leaned back in
his chair with a puzzled look on his face.

"What about that sudden attitude? I'm not asking employees to do this, so don't get
me wrong."

"You have to treat the guests well. Hello, are you the vocalists of 'Reef Project'?"

The woman, who was talking to the boss, greeted Sang-woo and Jae-young with a smile.
Sang-woo nodded and Jae-young said, "Hello."

"They're the team from the action game we talked about yesterday. They're my
friends. Guys, this is our composer, Yoon-hee."

"Oh, ah. That phone game!"

The songwriter stood idly by with the tray in her hand. There was an awkward silence for
a while, and instead of the boss standing up like that, he sat down. Then Jae-young's
phone rang.

"Excuse me a moment..."

He picked up the phone and hung up several times. Then he scratched his head with an
annoyed expression.

"A guy got mad and needs me to move the car from where it's parked."

"It's a mess again. Usually no problem, but I guess he's in a bad mood today. It's a
bit far, but if you turn right at the intersection, there's a paid car park. You can
 park your car there."

"I'll leave you with the boss, Sang-woo."

Jae-young got up, lightly grabbed Sang-woo's shoulder, and left. So Sang-woo was left in
the room with the bald man and the songwriter. The songwriter sat in Jae-young's empty
seat and asked the boss.

"Whom?"

"Seung-yong's friend."

"What does he do? Is he a model?"

"I think he's a design student. That's what I heard." "Is he a

college student?"
The boss scooted his chair in front of the computer and fired up the Veggie Ventureer
planner.

"Doesn't look like student work, does it?" "Is he doing

it himself?"

"It's a low budget indie* game."

*NT: who is Independent and is not part of any business or company

"The boy is a student, but his skill is that of a professional."

Sang-woo remained silent with an indifferent face, but he was actually listening to the
entire conversation. Her heart was full of pride hearing the praise for Jae-young. The
person who chose the designer was none other than himself. Because it is a business
partner that embodies your imagination.

The boss, who was flipping through the plan, had a coffee and asked.

"How many are in the team, Sang-

woo?" "Two".
They exchanged surprised looks. Sang-woo felt like he wanted to put on airs. He wanted
to be recognized for working with designer Jang Jae-young, that he was the organizer and
developer of "Veggie Venturer" and that he was the one who came up with the project.

"These days college students stand out pretty well. I only drank when I was in college."

The boss said, returning to the table. The composer, who was looking at the monitor,
suddenly turned to Sang-woo.

"Excuse me... does he have a girlfriend?"

The boss muttered, "That's why you crawled out." The songwriter looked at Sang-woo
with her round eyes wide open. Strangely, unpleasant feelings filled the moment,
replacing the pleasure he had just felt. Sang-woo didn't want to speak, but she was
waiting for his answer.

"no".
 "Really? I thought I'd have one! Oh, why am I dressed so poorly today?
What am I going to do?"

"What can you do? Invite him to eat." The boss said.

"He's looking young... How old is he? Twenty-six? Seven? He's too cool. Would he look
really old next to him?"

"What's wrong with you, silly?"

The boss continued to smile as if he was having fun, and the girl put her hands on her cheeks
with a red face and spoke quickly. They weren't saying anything bad, but just hearing them
made Sang-woo very irritated. Sang-woo thought that he wanted to silence the two of them.

"Stay here, take a look and talk to him after the meeting. I don't think he'll get mad
because you tell him you fell in love at first sight"

"How could I do that? I don't want to make him uncomfortable"

"No, I didn't know you had that shy side. You're usually the kind of person who has
a lot of self-confidence."

The boss smiled and asked Sang-woo what he should do.

As Sang-woo opened his mouth to reply sharply, the bell on the study door rang. The
composer stood up and spoke quickly to the boss.

"I'm so nervous I can't stay. I'll go for now."

He ran out of the room. Soon after, Jae-young walked in and took the seat next to Sang-
woo.

"What did you talk about?"

"Oh, I asked him about the game because I had a

question." "Chu Sang-woo, did you explain it well to
him?"
"Oh, of course. Thanks to Sang-woo, problem solved."

'you're a liar'

As Sang-woo widened his eyes and stared at the boss, the meeting resumed. The music story
went back and forth for another 15 minutes and the timeframe, cost of work, and license were
discussed, but Sang-woo was not interested at all. No longer.

An incomprehensible dark cloud took over Sang-woo's sky and splashed rain. So he
couldn't concentrate at all. Sang-woo tried to remember the songwriter's face again, but it
wasn't easy. Was she a pretty girl? How will Jae-young react if I ask him to go out to eat
with her? Would she be able to take Jae-young's "girlfriend" position, which was now
empty?

'I'm not in the mood.'

Her heart pounded and her disgust rose. Jae-young put his elbow in his ribs and asked for his
opinion on something, but Sang-woo wasn't listening and had nothing to say.
 "That's weird. Why are you so quiet?" "Isn't
Mr. Sang-woo normally like this?"
"Don't even mention it, boss. She's usually very picky, but she seems to like all
terms."

Jae-young patted her head with her fingers. Sang-woo coiled his arm in strange irritation.

Leaving Sang-woo alone, the two of them finished the budget and exchanged the
contract. Jae-young signed in a worm-like handwriting and handed the paper and pen to
Sang-woo. Sang-woo didn't read a single paragraph and wrote his name in a space under
Jae-young's name.

"I hope you don't say that I make the decision on my own."

Jae-young said that while looking at Sang-woo. To his surprise, Sang-woo wasn't interested
in the contract at the moment and only focused on the fact that the meeting was drawing to a
close. The boss put a copy of the contract in a briefcase and handed it to Jae-young.

"I think it will be fun to work on it, Veggie Venturer."

"I am very happy with the sound quality of sample, but I hope he will put a lot of
effort into our project."

"You can expect it, have no doubts. The game is still in production,
right?"

"The big picture is done, but we still have some development issues to adjust. I look
forward to working with you, sir."

"Yes, please call me if you have any concerns. Take a look."

Jae-young stood up. Sang-woo looked at the glass door anxiously, but he couldn't see well
outside.

"What are you doing? Get up."

Sang-woo stood up forcefully and walked out through a crack in the door Jae-young had left
open. He didn't see the songwriter nearby. They had to get out of there quickly before she
appeared. Sang-woo quickly walked towards Go ahead in a hurry.

” “It's not that way.”

Jae-young pulled Sang-woo's shoulder, who was trying to open the wrong door, just as he
was about to open the study door, the boss caught them.

“Wait a minute, Jae-young.”

“What?”
“It's a bit personal, but…”

He smiled awkwardly and fiddled with the back of his neck, then pointed his finger at the
back and continued,

“My partner says that they like you I don't think you have a girlfriend, so why don't
you join us for dinner? She's a good friend.”
 'What? None of your business.'

Sang-woo stared at the boss with his fists clenched. Not that he couldn't say anything, but
he suddenly got irritated. Jae-young said that she would definitely have dinner with Sang-
woo. But it was just a verbal promise, so she wondered if Jae-young would keep it since it
was so arbitrary.

"Please tell him I'm sorry. I'm already seeing someone."

However, Jae-young calmly gave an answer that was not what Sang-woo expected. His gaze
returned to Sang-woo.

"What's been with you for a while now?"

“…”

Jae-young opened the door and pushed Sang-woo out. Even when he went down the steel
stairs, his nasty heart showed no signs of calming down. Sang-woo heavily stamped his
footsteps on the ground.

"Look at your face. Don't you like this

study?" "Is not that".
"So what's wrong? At the end of the meeting, you were very quiet." "I
do not know".
Sang-woo spoke frankly. What is it that he hated so much? What was he so afraid of? She
felt worse because she vaguely understood. His mouth fell open in irritation.

"Is that me, the person you're dating? "Are you

dumb?"

"Is that me?"

"It's funny. You'll have to give me time to get to know someone else. You're always
making a mess of everything. Let's eat something first. I haven't had dinner."

"I already ate.

" "Well, eat again."

Jae-young turned Sang-woo, who was walking fast, to the front of the crosswalk. Sang-
woo followed suit with a gallant air. The dark main road was packed with people. Loud
music flowed from the clothing stores, bars, and restaurants lining the streets, and signs
flashed from above the mall, distracting him.

"Do you like Mexican food?

" I said I've already eaten."

Jae-young seemed to have taken the answer as a yes. Sang-woo came to his senses and was
sitting in a small taco shop on the second floor. It was run by two foreigners with big eyes
and dark skin. They had to wait more than 10 minutes to order two dishes with weird names.

Sang-woo sat quietly and tried to calm down, but it wasn't easy, maybe because of the
hectic atmosphere. The cramped shop was so noisy that he had to shout to stop it.
 communicate, and two clerks serving customers patted each other. them as they passed.
The water was lukewarm and the table was sticky.

Sang-woo acted like he was impatient to find something to complain about. He didn't like
the odd number of chopsticks in the spoon basket, the fact that the handkerchief wasn't
folded in the corner, or that the picture on the wall was lopsided. However, what he hated
the most were the eyes of others.

The narrow tent was so close to the table that he could see what everyone else was doing.
Everyone seemed to be looking at Jae-young. The woman at the next table, the order
clerk, the man who got up to pay the bill, all seemed to pay too much attention to him like
a soap opera actor.

Jae-young held his chin in the palm of his hand and stared at Sang-woo's face, whether he
knew it or not. When their eyes met, he said,

"What makes you so

dissatisfied? I don't feel that
way."

Sang-woo quickly lowered his eyes and realized something was wrong. There was a
strong urge to knock the table over. and climb onto Jae-young's lap and kiss him roughly.
If there was a screen within his reach, he would hit everyone so they couldn't see Jae-
young. An indescribable irrational feeling twisted in his stomach. Feeling congested and
thirsty, Sang- Woo gulped down all the water.

"We have the carne asada taco and the enchilada here."

Two plates appeared on the narrow table. Although Sang-woo had enough for dinner, he held
the crockery and brought the food to his mouth. knowing what kind of food it was, he
chewed it and dipped the white flour wrapped in colored ingredients with a fork and put it
into another bite. He broke it with his molars, thinking that the spicy taste resembled Jae-
young's.

" Were you hungry?"

Jae-young looked at Sang-woo holding a fork. To Sang-wo He didn't like the look, so he
cut the rolled flour food like kimbap into large pieces, pierced it with a fork, and pointed
it at his mouth.

"What?"

As he slowly opened his mouth, Jae-young looked suspicious. Sang-woo waited until he
finished eating. They finished the meal in 13 minutes.

"Let's get out of here."

When all the dishes were emptied, Sang-woo panted a bit. When he wiped his mouth with a
napkin, it was smeared with red sauce.

"Uh... It's fine."

As Jae-young got up and calculated his meal, Sang-woo stepped out into the narrow, dark
passageway beforehand. And when he stepped out into the hallway where there was no one,
she pulled him by the shirt and jumped to his lips.

He sucked on her lips as if he were biting them and slipped his tongue through them. Jae-
young's mouth tasted like red hot sauce.

Sang-woo rushed to eat Jae-young, but it was the wrong solution. Because her thirst
would not disappear no matter how violent she kissed him.

She tried to move her lips away, but this time Jae-young wouldn't let her. He wrapped his
palm around Sang-woo's neck and gently continued their kiss by bending his head. Before
he knew it, his neck hit the cold wall and the back of his head was crushed. It was hard to
tell if it was from the pain or the excitement that her heart was pounding. Everything
seemed to be mixed up. Anger and lust, salty and sweet.

So it was a disaster. Sang-woo couldn't remember any instructions and even forgot how
to breathe. He had no choice but to hold his arm around his neck as he succumbed to his
opponent.

“You have a complaint, right.”

After the long kiss, Jae-young whispered. Cheeks flushed red, and thick breath came out
of their mouths. Sang-woo had nothing to say.

“I have an anger management disorder. ."

"I've never heard you say such absurd things."

When he took his cap and went out, the sky was even darker. The moon split in half from
a high place emitted a ray of light. Jae-young seemed to know the

complexes alleys very well. Drunk people passed through the dark streets, and foreigners
were seen taking off their T-shirts or painting their faces. After almost colliding with the
people walking on the street, Jae-young walked with her arms around them. Sang-woo's
shoulders, but more closely he walked with his arms wrapped.

They soon reached the parking lot. Jae-young let Sang-woo into the car first and returned
after paying the parking fee

. who can send you the money for food, parking to and half the down payment on
the studio.”

“Later.”

“Just let me know. I'm too lazy to withdraw cash."

Jae-young ignored Sang-woo's words and pulled the car out of the parking lot. Sang-woo
looked out the dark window with a wistful mood. Still, he felt a little better after get into a
quiet car after suffering in such a distracting place. After all, the road was quiet, and Jae-
young's car worked well enough to filter Sang-woo's frustration. Jae-young only played
music connecting her cell phone into a speaker and said nothing.

"Pressure, track seven, down tempo, 2nd Psychedel album." "Right."

The first song was on the slow side of Jae-young's playlist. It didn't matter. whatever
instrument it was, Sang-woo thought that the sound of the low blows at the bottom was
similar to the sound of a heart. The slow electronic sound soothed his moods, which had
been fluctuating all day. Sang-woo bowed Deep in your seat, feel knowing that I was
 diving. So Jae-young turned up the volume.

The car was racing along the Han River before they knew it. Out of control time passed
slowly along the river. The car skidded over the bridge as the fifth song began to play.
Sang-woo opened the window and let the gentle wind pat his cheek.

"Yoon Si-yeol's first album, Day and Night, number one track, Temperature."

Jae-young didn't reply, but Sang-woo knew that was the answer.

The car slowly stopped after entering the park. The sound of music and engines
disappeared when the engine died.

From the parking lot of the park, the river could be clearly seen. The protagonist of the
panorama was an arched bridge that shone in white with the bottom submerged in the
water. Like LED bulbs, the lights that shined on the river, danced between the ripples of
the water gently. The mound dwellings on both sides of the bridge connected to each
other, radiating orange light so they couldn't be swallowed at night. Sang-woo has lived
in Seoul for three years, but he has never experienced the night view of the river in such
detail.

"Nice".

Said Jae-young, who had been silent for a while. It was as it said. Everything shone in the
sky, no stars in sight, but a blinding satellite.

"I know. It's night, so your pupils are dilated, and the lights are scattered."

"I was not referring to you."

Looking at Sang-woo with a serious expression, Jae-young smiled lightly. Sang-woo

quickly averted his gaze. She felt the heat as he lifted his palm and placed it on her cheek.
He often heard his relatives call him “handsome”, but they had never told him that he was
“pretty”.

'although you are prettier'.

Sang-woo muttered inside himself. To think that he was the type who liked everyone enough
to walk around with his mouth open after him. Sang-woo was mainly with Jae-young in the
practice room, so he knew little about how Jae-young interacted outside. So far, those things
hadn't bothered.

'I feel bad'.

She felt as if she had opened the door to a room she shouldn't have entered. The darkness in
her tainted the air and filled her with anxiety that she could never go back to the way she
was. Ideas spread with glue. How many people would he have liked before Jae-young, how
many had he dated and how many would he have brought here instead of him. A series of
questions arose, the answers to which would be of no benefit to him.

"Now tell me why you were so distraught." Jae-young's voice broke the silence.

"It was
not."
"Yes
 you
were."

"I did not say

no." "Yes
you were"
Sang-woo frowned, feeling strange feelings. Usually being with Jae-young until now was
nice, but today he felt angry. Sang-woo sat up straight and turned his head to the left.

He hasn't seen her expressionless face in a long time. There was nothing mischievous in
his face and his mouth was held in a fine straight line. I had no idea what he was thinking.

His hand came up to his eyes and he pushed his cap aside. Then he pressed the top of her
head.

"Sang-woo."

Jae-young stared at Sang-woo and Sang-woo stared into his eyes without answering. The
pretty lips sighed and whispered.

"Does it bother you that we wasted time when we have things to work on?"

"No".

"If you have any complaints, you should tell me."

"None".
When she answered honestly, Jae-young's forehead narrowed slightly. The bright eyes
looked closely at Sang-woo's face as if at least trying to determine if his words were true.
His eyes were so wide and warm that she had the illusion of touching his cheek. Sang-
woo's heart became boundless.

"That study… are you going back there?"

"No. We're supposed to communicate by email." "In the restaurant,

people were looking at you..."
"What do you think, then? I won't wear myself out just because they look at
me." "You're a playboy, aren't you?"

"No."

"How many people have you dated so far?" "Five

thousand".

"I knew it".

His playful face infuriated Sang-woo, who was serious. Avoiding arguments, making slips of
the tongue, making fun of it. It has been more than three months since he has been seeing
Jang Jae-young, so he knew his method well. Jae-young smiled silently and pulled Sang-
woo's shoulder and hugged him. Sang-woo held his breath, not knowing why he was doing it.
He said, poking at her forehead.

"The robot vacuum cleaner is jealous, and the firmware has improved a lot."

'Jealous?'

Sang-woo rolled his eyes, hugging Jae-young. Jealousy didn't make any sense, so she was far
from a reasonable person like him, and it wasn't a situation where the word could be applied.

"No, it's not

something like
that." "No?"
"No, I said no."
"If it is okay."
Jae-young murmured as she tightened her hug. His body temperature was too hot to be
36.5°C. Sang-woo questioned himself for feeling this way.

What is the advantage of Jang Jae-young meeting healthy girls fit for marriage? He
thought about it for a while, but only for the same reason he did. Jae-young invokes Sang-
woo's sexual desire in a mysterious way and effectively resolves it. Wouldn't Sang-woo
mean the same to him?

"Jae-young-
hyung." "Tell
me".

"Why are you going out with me?"

"There are so many reasons. Do I have to tell you all of them?" "Yes."

"First of all... you have a nice neck." ** hahaha ok, Jae young, ok

The fingertips that stayed behind Sang-woo's ear slid into his neck.

"Your face is cute, too. You're prettier when you smile."

The hand gently cupped Sang-woo's cheeks.

"Your body shape is to my liking…"

"You like my skin. I have it."
"Why are you so impatient? It's just the beginning. I can give you 100 reasons."

Jae-young muttered and lowered her arm. Sang-woo wanted to keep his face buried in her
shoulder, but his body slowly fell into Jae-young's hand.

He seemed to have something to say. The eyes twinkled like stars in the darkness behind
the night sight. A large palm pulled firmly against the back of her neck so she couldn't see
anywhere else, and a soft voice tickled her ears.
 "You don't need to hear them all, there's a great
reason." "..."

"If I say it... I can't say it because it's obvious you'll run away."

Sang-woo barely opened his mouth and was so flustered, even though there was no reason to.

"Tell me."

He only spoke, but his palms were damp with sweat. Instead of answering, Jae-young stared
at Sang-woo. A serious face soon appeared, and Sang-woo's eyes were squeezed shut. Then
soft lips touched her forehead. They stayed like that for a while, then dropped and sank into
his left eyelid. It stuck to his right eyelid and touched the tip of his nose. Then there were the
cheeks and the lips at the end.

Contrarily, Sang-woo expected them to kiss passionately, but Jae-young kept his lips tight
and returned to his seat. Sang-woo opened his eyes again and was confronted with a face,
whose thought was difficult to decipher.

"Why do not you tell me?"

"I answered you".

"You did
not say
anything."
"Fool".

He had hardly ever heard him called 'fool' in his life, but today he had heard it twice. The
shadow of the moon cast a deep black eye on Sang-woo's face.

"San
g-
woo."
"Wh
at...?
"
"Why don't you pay attention? I'm tied to you. You know you get hard just sitting
next to me."

The already warm body reacted to the obscene words. Sang-woo felt a wavering passion,
but struggled to find answers to Jae-young's question. He knew that it was an important
matter that should not be overlooked.

Why was he so upset in the studio, why was he so upset in the restaurant. Sang-woo
quickly analyzed his own behavior, which would have seemed strange, and traced the
cause.
"People have insurance in case they get sick."

Soon he stared at her and said,

"You could find someone you like more than me. Then you wouldn't have to be with
me."

After spitting out such words, the discontent became very clear. The rage he felt in the
studio and in the restaurants revived and his sexual desire slowly faded.

"It is natural to be embarrassed because you are not prepared for such a situation."

Jae-young just looked at Sang-woo with a calm face. There was a moment of silence and he
responded curtly.

"Makes sense".

He readily admitted it and got a little closer to Sang-woo. With her elbows on the back, she
looked gently into his eyes. When he saw Jae-young's face up close, he looked both excited
and angry.

"So tell me, Chu Sang-woo. What do you want me to do?"

Jae-young asked something strange with a slightly cold voice. Sang-woo looked at her
passionate eyes and almost said that he wanted to wear a mask. It was fortunate that
reason was alive to block outrageous excesses.

The head, which regained control, analyzed the current situation. What can Jae-young do
now? He was going to be gone in two months anyway.

"Just work hard. I'll take care of the arrangements."

Sang-woo, who regained his composure, exhaled confidently. Although the sexual desire
(which I thought would resolve itself in one or two episodes) was getting worse by the day,
there had to be a solution. If it was hard to overcome one's instincts by one's own strength, he
was going to go through counseling, addiction treatment, a temple stay, abstinence, or
anything during the holidays.

It was the 42nd day since he had an 'inappropriate relationship' by kissing Jang Jae-young
at a bar. Although he has been greatly influenced, it is only a short moment of preparation
for a long life. A small bug that will be fixed one day. Sang-woo was a confident
developer of the debug.

"arrangements"? What kind of arrangement?"

Then a cold voice caught his attention. Sang-woo, who was lost in thought, looked up to find
Jae-young staring at him.

"If you run out of milk , buy more in the supermarket or simply change the food in the
diet. That's what I'm going to do."

"Ah..."

Jae-young snorted coldly. He stared at the ceiling with a bewildered gaze and looked back at
Sang-woo.

"I forgot... That shitty mentality. " "What do you

mean by that?!"

Sang-woo, who was criticized out of nowhere, raised his face a little. Jae-young didn't
answer and leaned his back on the seat. His eyes that were shining from the window were
Sang-woo hasn't seen that expression in a long time.

Jae-young took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and stared at Sang-woo. He knew he
was angry, but he didn't know what he did wrong

. angry?"

Instead of answering, Jae-young opened the window and blew cigarette smoke outside.
Sang-woo muttered, looking at his cold face.

"Why are you angry with me?"

"What the hell am I doing?" Jae young asked himself, “What kind of
question is that?”

“Why are you going out with me? No. I think I know, so don't answer."
"Don't be so angry, tell me if I said something wrong."
"You're fine. You haven't said
anything bad." "But why are you
angry?"
Jae-young didn't reply. He flung open the door and went back to the railing smoking.
There was still no heat in his gaze, even after he got back into the car.

Jae- young started the engine without saying a word. And on the way to Sang-woo's
house, he didn't say anything until Sang-woo got off with his backpack.

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Saturday May 26th...

Jang Jae-young was very angry, like this that he couldn't even show his nose. Sang-woo
applied a ringtone that he had never tried before in case he received a call from his cell
phone and left the window open so that he would notice if Jang came suddenly, but it
didn't.,

he tried to focus on his homework and assignments, however, it wasn't easy. His eyes
kept looking out the window, and he couldn't shake that cold look from his head.

'What the hell did I do wrong?'

Before going to bed, he made a graph of what happened the day before, but he couldn't
figure out why Jae-young was angry. He thinks he got angry during the conversation, but
Sang-woo didn't say anything bad to him or tell him anything. he gave no wrong
information.

Everything that was sharp to him was a thing of the past. Lately he had closed his eyes to
things he didn't like and had treated him so kindly, but where had he gone wrong? He fell
asleep thinking about it. .Return
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Sunday May 27...

His efficiency was the worst after Saturday.It was a problem when the threads that
someone played, joked, talked, interrupted, hit and seduced each day, would break.Sang

-woo felt that he was being tested for two days.Condition formation experiments to see if
he got used to unconditional stimulation, inertia experiments to see if a variable that is
familiar to

the subject remains intact when withdrawn, and symptom experiments. more of
withdrawal that cut the stimulation and explore the secondary effects in subjects that
show a slight addiction to certain stimuli.

'I miss you'

The conclusion was one. Jang Jae-young has delved too deeply into life.

He opened Jang Jae-young's folder several times and looked from cover to cover, but it
didn't work. It was a waste of time.

Sang-woo gritted his teeth and worked harder when he had conflicting thoughts. He could
not concentrate well, but the workload was not bad (from 09:00 to 24:00, excluding three
hours of meals and rest) because there was plenty of time available. The task was
completed in the morning and sent to Jo-won, and in the afternoon, it was a triumph to
correct important mistakes.

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Monday May 28...

The next day, he studied only two hours in the library and went to the practice room three
hours and 46 minutes earlier than usual, but no one was there. Sang-woo held out for a
few hours and called Jae-young, but she didn't answer. As usual, he stayed in the practice
room until 10 pm, but the workload was terrible.

Explain to me why you are angry. 18:36

Don't you want to see me? 19:41
I miss you. Can we meet today? 21:00

That night Sang-woo couldn't sleep well. Emotions and thoughts intertwined without any
separation, confusing him even more. Originally, he

interested in the present, and even less so in the past, which cannot be changed. Sang-woo
was always interested in the future.

'I'm an idiot'

He must have forgotten himself because he was with Jae-young. Strangely there was no
 countermeasure for the near future. Why did you never assume it properly? She imagines
that there is no one around her to release her sexual desire, the thought that he is leaving,
and the situation where she cannot meet him even if she needs to.

In just three days, Sang-woo's life was devastated. Why didn't you prepare for something
so important by filling daily necessities in time for exhaustion?

'I'm an idiot'

Though late, he calculated Jang Jae-young's demand in quantity. How often should they
meet, how many times a week should they kiss, and how many sexual encounters should they
have to satisfy desire? Meanwhile, the night grew dark, but Sang-woo couldn't sleep.

a fact that he came to know by the way...

i) he has been seeing Jang Jae-young very often.

ii) more than 100 kisses.

iii) who slept at home four times in 19 days.

i) The viewing cycle is getting shorter and shorter.

And he reaffirmed the restrictions.

i) Which will leave in July.

The quest to alleviate sexual desire, which was supposed to end with a single blow, was
subject to a time limit. Sang-woo didn't take seriously that the time to meet him was
coming to an end, only to think that there wasn't enough time to finish the game. He
thought that his condition would improve over time because he was constantly easing his
sexual desire. It was an illusion, which was neither analytical nor rational at all.

Sang-woo felt a serious fear in the dark. He had to think of an alternative. But she felt so
bad that she couldn't think of a decent idea that wouldn't break her heart so much, so she
had no choice but to cover herself with her blanket.

Sang-woo needed Jae-young, but Jae-young wasn't there. In addition, it is planned that he
will leave. One day in July, demand and supply meet again, even if it somehow convinces
him to release his anger. Sang-woo forced his eyes shut with a terrible unsolved problem.

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Tuesday May 29...

Five hours of sleep was short, but Sang-woo regained his composure. Upon waking up, he
felt much more comfortable and distinguished from serious and relatively light problems. For
now he had decided to solve the problems that arose the first time. Sang-woo was going to
confront Jae-young and ask why he was angry.

Please tell me Jae-young's address.Hyung 9:51

Department of Visual Design Choi Yu-na:? I do not

 know. 11:23
Department of Visual Design Choi Yu-na: Why? What is happening?

11:40

You don't have

to know. 12:01

The first attempt was unsuccessful. Sang-woo was going to wait in the practice room until
6:30 pm, the implied meeting time, and then ask the student office for her address if Jae-
young didn't come. If they didn't tell you your personal information there, you would go
to the Faculty of Art and the Department of Theater and ask everyone you meet.

Sang-woo fired up his fighting spirit and took out some of the clothes Jae-young bought
for him. He wore the white cap on his head. In the bathroom mirror, he felt strange, but
he couldn't help it. Until the preparation is complete, Jae-young must somehow cling to
him, and if he wears his favorite clothes, he is likely to make a positive impression.

The bright blue jeans fit him well, even if he didn't try them on the day of purchase, but
they fit his body rather than what he usually wears, so he was a little worried about riding
a bike. The white t-shirt also felt hollow because the neckline was so open

. It was uncomfortable, but it was quickly adjusted. After taking two classes, eating lunch,
studying in the library for two hours, and heading to the practice room, she forgot that she
was wearing some new clothes.

Even that day, Jae-young's stall was empty. Instead, an unknown person was looking
through Yu-na's drawer. Sang-woo left her because he didn't think she was a thief. A thief
would have been surprised or fled when the door was opened. The woman, dressed in a
navy blue blouse and pants, turned around and opened her eyes wide.

"Oh... Is there something

important today?" "Who are
you?"

The woman with the black, tied hair frowned.

"Chu Sang-chu, aren't you being mean to me?"

Sang-woo knew a person with a similar accent and voice, but the woman in front of him did
not match her in appearance.

"What are you looking at? Do I look pretty to you?"

Her hair color, hair style, and clothes were all different, but she didn't paint black around her
eyebrows, so she looked like a completely different person.

“…Choi…Yu-choi?”
 “If you call me noona, will your mouth tear apart?”

She touched Sang-woo's arm like a gangster, and the act ended with Sang-woo's question.
else I could have done something so wild without her. Sang-woo crouched down and said,

“Please refrain from bodily contact. And I already have a sister (noona)."

"Guys call all older women 'noona'." "I don't. I keep it for
my family."
"You're funny. Calling Jang Jae-young 'hyung'." "..."
Yu-na made a mischievous face and laughed at Sang-woo. Sang-woo trembled and
agonized to find any reason to refute his objection, but there was nothing to it. Because
the contradiction was inside Sang-woo. To his embarrassment, it was the first loss.

"Do you happen to know? Where is the person sitting here?” He pointed to Jang's
seat.

“What if I know where your

hyung is?” “I asked for no
reason.”
Sang-woo gritted his teeth and prepared the computer. Seeing Yu-na's teasing appearance,
she seemed to have noticed their inappropriate relationship. Is it a relief if he doesn't
make fun of her? She was about to start working with the game engine running, and he
started talking to her.

"You went shopping?"

Appearance does not change one's interior. She said the shirt was nice, so she turned the back
of her neck and checked the brand.

"Oh, you've spent some money. What's the event? Why new clothes?" "It's a strategic
move to solve a problem."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do I look better in this outfit than before?"

"A lot. A lot..."
"Then it's a hit."

Yuna folded her arms and laughed mischievously. Although the makeup changed, the
smile remained.

"Who are you trying to look so good to?"

"Who do you think it is? Why do you ask when you know everything?"
“…”

Yu-na sat on Jae-young's seat and was silent for a while. Sang-woo checked his cell
 phone, but there was no contact from Jae-young. He read and ignored his sister's message
that he needed a laptop, very cheap and light, around 1kg, but with excellent
performance. There was no mail from his designer in the mailbox.

Sang-woo looked at the door. As if doing that would make Jae-young appear.

"How are things going between you two lately?"

Yu-na's question distracted him. Sang-woo took his eyes off the door and stared at the
mailbox with no new mail.

"Evil".

"Really? I thought they were…fine."

"No, I'm screwed."
After answering that question, he felt his anger and stress, which had been swirling for a
few days, clear up. Sang-woo covered his face with his palm, feeling his distorted face.

"I knew you would be. What can I do for you? Do you want me to scold him?"

'You are funny. You don't even know his address.'

Sang-woo laughed at Yu-na inwardly.

"If you're having a hard time, contact me. I can buy you a meal."

"I don't need any material help."

"That's what I'm saying. I'm not saying I'm going to curse and comfort you while you eat."

"I do not need it."

Sang-woo looked around and met Yu-na's eyes, looking at him as if feeling sorry for him.
She was very close to Jae-young, and yet she didn't know his address. Sang-woo came up
with something that he thought would help him know more.

"Then tell me how long you've been with your old partner."

Privacy violation, background check, personal information collection, Sang-woo doesn't

care anymore. While secretly kissing Jae-young's lips, she had gotten herself into the path
of unethical behavior.

"You're very obsessed, aren't you? There's nothing good about knowing that."

"I need data from the past to predict the future. That's the information I need."

"Um..."

Yu-na hesitated for a long time and said that she was absent from college for a while and
had no idea about Jae-young's first or second year.

"It's okay if it's incomplete information. Tell me what you

know." "It's fine."
He held up a finger with a troubled look on his face.

"Uh. A Design and Communications student. She was two years older and probably
dated her for about three months."
The second finger went up.

"I heard he went on a blind date around last summer, and got a girlfriend at the
Myung-sung Women's dance department. It lasted about... two months? She was
older too, but they argued a lot. I was relieved that he got slapped and kicked in the
square. He had another girlfriend before during the fall and winter. The
stewardess…I saw her at school, and she was so pretty. She was really…pretty."

Yu-na looked like she was dreaming with three fingers up.

"I'm sure they broke up when he went to the army. So

they were together for three months? I don't know. They haven't been in contact
since he went to the army."

"Keep going".

"I took a lot of time off from school. When I came back, Jang Jae-young was here.
That was last year... he was dating a copywriter, 30 years? I think maybe it lasted 4
months... She was pretty, too . He's already graduated, but... As far as I know, that's
the last thing."

Sang-woo analyzed the incomplete data. The bottom line was that he was dating women
who were associated with the arts, service, and humanities, were generally older than
him, and the relationships lasted no more than three months on average. In the data
pointing in a consistent direction, Sang-woo, who is only a person who can satisfy the
world of science and engineering, was a younger man, and you only had sexual desire
going for him. Therefore, there was not much to refer to.

"What is the cause of breakups?"

"She seemed to tire quickly. She didn't take love in the first place. And who wants to
be in a relationship where there's no affection? She's the kind that makes her
partner sad."

Sang-woo finally got some valid information from his horse. Jang seemed to be tired of
him. That's why she cut off contact with him. Yu-na continued to look at Sang-woo.

"I think you have a chance."

"What are you talking about?"
"Everyone he's dated has been so mature and sexy. You're... what are you? A simple
style maybe? You're a conservative and different guy... Doesn't that mean you're
attracted to things that are different?" what are you normally used to?"

'Because I'm not her lover.'

Sang-woo muttered inwardly. But that's why Sang-woo was confident in turning his mind
around. They were joined by the body. Sang-woo knew very well that Jae-young would get a
boner just by kissing him. He saw it on the internet and learned it, but there were some skills
he hadn't used on it yet. But even with all their efforts they would push him back.

"It doesn't make sense. It'll be over anyway."

The beginning and the end were fixed. He was too greedy to prepare for any stupidity.

Yu-na's eyebrows fell. She said with a look that reminded him of a furry dog.
 "I, I know how it
feels…" "…"
"But you still have some time. You won't regret it. I ended up holding on to a similar
situation and the ending was a disaster."

Yu-na sighed in annoyance. Sang-woo thought he was a funny person, even if it wasn't
his problem.

"Is Jang Jae-young being nice to you these days? What do you say?" "Not at
all."

"It's like a video, apparently. You can't get in touch with him,

huh? He doesn't answer the phone because he's busy getting drunk, he avoids you

because he's tired on weekends, he answers in short sentences, he comes only when he
needs you, truth?"

This is not necessarily the case, but being in uncertainty is worse than that. When Yu-na
saw Sang-woo's expression, she frowned and crossed her arms.

"I'm really mad. I have a good idea. Wait a minute…"

She suddenly appeared without explanation. He then took off Sang-woo's cap and threw it
on the desk.

"What are you doing?"

"Stay still. Your noona will take care of it."

He went through Jae-young's drawer with a look of excitement and pulled out a palm-sized
keg. He opened it, sniffed it, and it occurred to him to use it.

"You're not going to put it in my hair, are

you?" "Er..."

"Oh, no. Go away."

"Sour! You said you wanted to look good. Then you have to try." "Wait a
minute."
Sang-woo tried to defend himself, but Yu-na's will was relentless. As a result, he gave in
and she proceeded to comb and gel his hair. As he stood still in his despair, he hummed
and touched his hair.

"Your eyebrows are pretty"

"Eyebrows are eyebrows, how can they be pretty?"

"Then why do you live covered under a cap always...." She

muttered to herself and brought a square barrel from her seat. With a rattling sound, he pulled
out a small toothbrush-like thing from inside and tried to poke his eyes. When Sang-woo
inadvertently dodged his face, he put his hand on the back of his head and pulled his face
back.

"Are you a boy? Hold still for a minute."

"Isn't that a knife?"
"Shh. Silence."

The metal touched the tip of the eyebrow. Moving slowly with a crackling sound, he
touched the tip of the opposite eyebrow. Yu-na looked serious as if she was doing
something very important. Sang-woo was not breathing because he was afraid of an
accident.

"Oh... I think I chose the wrong major."

Yu-na took out the hand mirror from the square bag and put it in Sang-woo's hand, then
turned around and started looking for the box in the corner of the practice room. Seeing what
he was pulling out of the mess, Sang-woo looked at himself in the mirror.

"I don't know what has changed."

He looked closely at himself in the mirror, but couldn't tell the difference except that his
forehead was more exposed. While doing that, Yu-na threw a pair of shoes around. It was
brown shoes without laces.

"How many shoes do you have? Try these on."

"They are not mine."

"Just put them on."

Sang-woo was forced to take off his black slippers, put them under his desk, and put his feet
in the shoes. They felt kind of weird, but the size fit perfectly. Yu-na took out some lip balm
from Jae-young's drawer and applied it to her lips, complaining about Sang-woo's trembling
lips as she did so. Then he ordered her to get up.

As he stood up feeling foolish, Yu-na looked Sang-woo up and down with his arms
crossed. He squatted down and rolled up the bottom of his pants, exposing his ankles
slightly.

"Good. You'd look perfect accessorized…"

Then she hurried to her seat, opened the drawer, and came up with various necklaces and
rings among the numerous possibilities.

"I do not use that."

"Look at this. Isn't it great?"

Sang-woo frowned at the skull pendant. Yu-na saw his expression and tossed the rest onto
her desk, leaving only a silver bracelet without any decorations. He took the electronic watch
from Sang-woo's wrist, tossed it into his backpack, and hung a bracelet on the spot. Then he
nodded.

"Jang Jae-young, the blood is going to rise upside down."

 Yu-na took some photos with her phone, which seemed to be broken and she didn't even
think about repairing it. Click, click. Sang-woo stood up with his arm raised and twisted
and looked at her.

"I did everything you asked me to. Now explain what you're doing."

"Strategies... What did you say before? It's a great strategic policy anyway, Chu
Sang-chu."

"What?"

"How can a man like you be punished? You can fight. From now on, you will go to
Yeonseok-dong after dinner. Go to any bar, have a drink, and I will take care of the
rest."

"Why should I drink at Yeonseok-dong?"

"Because there are so many good bars there? Do as I tell you. Then I'll call Jang
Jae-young. When I call you, let the phone ring twice, then pick it up and say 'I'm
here refreshing my mind because you didn't trust me.' .' Then he will go crazy to
know where you are. 99% proven strategy."

"What is the range of

error?" "Don't ask strange
things."
Sang-woo blinked with a puzzled look in his eyes. It means that he can see Jae-young if
he drinks in a certain area. Yu-na only talked about the methods and results of the
strategy, but did not explain how it works.

"If I do that, will Hyung

come?" "95%."
"You said 99% earlier. Why did you lower the strategy's chance of success?"

Yu-na looked irritated. But it was an important matter for Sang-woo.

"What if he doesn't come because he's tired? What if his strategy fails with a 1 to
5% chance?"

Yu-na had various facial expressions. And this time again, the dramatic change in the
face gave a strange feeling. He had a terrible look of tears, then he straightened his face
and laughed.

"Then find your pretty noona or handsome hyung there and ask them to buy you a
drink. Throw it, throw it."

Sang-woo nodded and sat down. On the black screen with sleep mode, he had an
awkward eye contact with a guy in a V-neck T-shirt.

Yuna fixed Sang-woo on his back, saying that he had to go. "Cheer up, Chu
Sang-chu. Relationships are supposed to be dirty." "It's not a
relationship."
"And remember to ignore the phone just twice. It's scary when he gets mad. Then I'll go."

"Thanks for your help. Good luck with your interview."

Yuna quietly smiled and walked out of the practice room with a lot of luggage. After the
door closed, Sang-woo took a deep breath and turned on the bus app.

"Good strategic policy."

He made a move and reviewed the plan in his head.

Work until 18:00. Have dinner in a restaurant. Stop by the house, leave your bag and
brush your teeth. Take the 19:20 bus, arrive at Yeonseok-dong at 19:56. To drink. Ignore
the phone only twice – Answer the third time. Say he went there to refresh his mind
because he didn't feel confident. And wait.

He wasn't a very reliable guide, but he would try. When you're in the water, you have to
grab at least one straw.

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The application clearly stated that it would take 36 minutes, but the arrival time was
delayed due to an accident on the street and traffic congestion. In addition, the battery
consumption was more than double than usual nowadays as he looked at his mobile
phone too often and kept the GPS function and maps application on.

As the anxiety grew, Yu-na called out to him. Sang-woo immediately received it.

- Where are you? Are you ready?

"I'm still on the bus. I don't think I can make it by eight. What should I do?"

- It doesn't matter because I haven't contacted him yet. Should we push it back to
nine?

"Yes. I'll be there by then."

- Agree!
Hanging. "Wait a
minute".
- Why?

"What is the probability of success now?"

- It is 100%. Just remember what I

said. "Okay, I'm going to hang up."
Sang-woo hung up and took a deep breath. There were too many people on the bus and
the air was hot and humid. Holding the handle and looking at the slow-moving red dot on
the map app, this time Jae-young called out.

“…”

They haven't even started the operation yet. What is it? Yu-na betrayed him? Sang-woo
grabbed his cell phone and couldn't do anything. Jae-young's calls continued for a long time,
and immediately returned after a while. Sang-woo remained motionless in case he answered
the phone by mistake.

This time, a message notification came after "two missed calls" appeared on the screen.

Jae-young ᄉᄇ Э
: Surrender. 19:55

Jae-young ᄉᄇ Э : I am close to you. As if to live under the title of the family.

19:55

Sang-woo frowned. Jae-young's message, which has never been properly spaced, was as legible
as her handwriting*. Sang-woo gave up

after thinking about which word "family title" might have been misused**.

Jae-young ᄉᄇ Э : I have something important to say. I will go to

your home. 19:56

*NT: Jae-young has a bad habit of writing sentences without spacing the words. He
writes everything together, thus constantly breaking Korean grammar rules and making
the message more difficult to understand. Jae-young not only has bad handwriting, but
also breaks the rules of language usage.

**NT: It means that Sang-woo does not understand exactly what Jang meant in his
message, precisely because of the aforementioned.

Even so, the last message could be interpreted.

'I'm not at home'.

I was on a bus to Yeonseok-dong. Besides, he had everything planned. Sang-woo bit his lips,
feeling puzzled. After thinking about it for a minute, he called out to Yu-na. He thought it
was better to ask advice about things he didn't know well.

- What, again?

"I got a call from Jae-young and he's going to my house. Should I abort the mission?"

- Eh no. It's a common trick... If you do what you want, you'll be lucky.
"Are you sure?"
- Will you still be dragged? Keep firm. Ignore all the calls and do as you're told.

"You told me to ignore it twice. I've already ignored it twice."

- Change, change. Ignore him until nine. You understand?

 "It's fine".
Sang-woo felt congested.

"I can go home?"

- No. Hang up!

Yuna, the architect of the plan, was so adamant that she couldn't even express her opinion
properly. The phone cut off and the map reappeared on the screen. The red dot was
already far from home.

The bus arrived at Yeonseok Station nine minutes after the scheduled time. Sang-woo
went out to find the best service and the nicest bar in the neighborhood, which he had
previously searched for. Although it was a weeknight, the streets were packed with
revelers. Drunks were hitting their shoulders and spitting everywhere. Sang-woo
pretended not to see anything and kept going. Because he had important things to do.

The bar he visited was on the first floor of the basement. The lightbulb signs, the
basement stairs, and the ceilings were all black. After passing through the dark passage, a
gloomy and spacious space appeared. On one side, several people were dancing, and the
other half had tables for drinks. There was a loud electronic sound coming out of the
speakers. It was Jae-young's favorite genre, but that track wasn't on her playlist.

Sang-woo walked over to the bar that displayed various bottles and labels of draft beer.
He put his cell phone and wallet on a long table and sat on a high chair where my feet
couldn't touch the ground.

"Give me the menu."

A rasta-haired bartender handed him a two-page menu. Sang-woo was going to drink
anything, but it was hard to choose because there were so many types of alcohol and the
name was not intuitive. He took out his cell phone and looked up the name of each cocktail
on the Internet to check the ingredients. Including candy, fruit juice, coke, and this and that,
there are only a few left.

*NT: The original translation says reggae hair, but it seemed more accurate to put rasta
hair

"Martini, please".

After finishing the quest, he had 6% battery left. Sang-woo turned off his cell phone and
decided to turn it back on after 43 minutes. Then he saw the bartender preparing the drink.

He discovered that it was a 5:1 mix of gin and vermouth (5 parts gin to 1 part vermouth).
He scooped out the ice with a pair of tongs and tossed it out and poured the contents into
a clear cone-shaped glass. He rubbed the lemon peel on the rim of the glass, dropped a
green olive, and handed it to Sang-woo.

The waiter seemed surprised when he took the glass and drank it down immediately. The
bitter liquor, which was not sweet at all, stung the throat because it was not hot.

Perhaps because he drank twice as much alcohol as soju at one time, his heart was beating
fast. Sang-woo wanted a few more drinks. Otherwise, he was so nervous he couldn't wait
until nine.
 "One more
please." "Yes".

"What time is it?"

“Wait a minute… .8:23.”

"Yes."

The bartender mixed him a cocktail again with his deft hands on his chin. He took the second
glass because he shouldn't get drunk too fast. He asked the bartender twice more about the
time, but he still has more than half an hour left by nine o'clock.

'What am I doing here?'

Sang-woo suddenly felt a sense of shame. He's a college student whose job is to study.
However, he's sitting in a bar buying and drinking cocktails that seem less than 100ml for
10,000 won. Strange clothes, strange places, strange behavior. Sang-woo quickly emptied his
glass again, despite his decision to drink slowly.

This time he felt the hot drink reach his throat. At the same time, the anger and anxiety
slowly subsided. Alcohol, a sedative , eased Sang-woo's jagged feelings. Feeling a bit of
composure, he turned his chair and looked around.

A big man, a skinny man, a man in fine clothes, a modest man, an old man, a young man.
all kinds of people in the bar. Sang-woo's eyes lingered on the young men among them.

Quite cheeky, he watched intently, but there was no one he liked. If he doesn't have much
physique, he's excessively skinny, greasy hands f eas, bad voice, bad walk, bad smile, too
stiff look, silly, or sly-looking. Sang-woo found the bystanders' faults too easily.

'Think about the first impression of Jang Jae-young. It wasn't good back then.'

That's when he was 40 minutes late, and he thought he was a cheeky punk. At that time,
Jae-young's appearance was not memorable because she didn't look at it carefully. Sang-
woo felt distressed.

Tears shed, perhaps due to the effects of alcohol. Anger control disorder, mood swings
and emotional instability. After meeting Jae-young, Sang-woo had various strange
symptoms.

As Sang-woo ordered another drink, the voice of someone on the left could be heard.

"Serve me the same as that man."

As he turned to the side, his eyes met a man sitting two chairs away.

"You are a man without character."

Sang-woo muttered inside and waited. And as soon as the waiter put the glass in front of him,
he took a few sips of the bitter liquor. Immediately, a drunken feeling washed over him and
his eyes flickered. It felt better when he leaned on the table, breaking his upright posture.
How long has it been since you dangled just your legs in such a lazy pose that someone put a
cocktail glass next to you? It was a clear drink with olives.
"I can't believe I'm meeting someone with the same taste here. Nice to meet you."

Said the man sitting next to Sang-woo. Sang-woo replied with his face down.

"It's not because I like it, but because I don't like the rest." "I
don't mean alcohol."

"Then I don't know what you're talking

about." "You are looking for a man."
He leaned in and whispered. Sang-woo asked, frowning.

"How did he know?"

"Because he sat there and just looked at the men."

"Don't butt in. It has nothing to do with you."
"Why not? I'm a man too."
"Yes".

Sang-woo unexpectedly pointed out a logical loophole and looked at his opponent again. The
brightly dyed hair was short and casual. His eyes looked bright and dirty. The fact that he's
tall, has round earrings in

his earlobes and a tattoo on his neck added bonus points, but he didn't feel like he looked
like Jae-young.

"It's not good. Don't talk to me anymore."

As he shook his head and lay down on the table again, he heard a snort from beside him.
The man stood still for a while, and after the waiter turned left, he pulled back from the
chair and held on to Sang-woo.

"Hey, you're
attractive." "Do
not talk to me."

"How old are you? Twenty-three? Twenty-four?"

He was a man with whom she did not want to communicate. Sang-woo was determined to
ignore him, but the stranger's hand moved closer to his face.

"Don't touch me. I'm warning you."

But the irritating man did not listen. Sang-woo was in no mood to tolerate such obstinacy. He
sat up without moving and grabbed the man's wrist just before his finger touched his cheek,
twisting it. The man tried to push Sang-woo away, but when he twisted his wrist harder, he
curled up and stopped rebelling.

"Don't touch me"

"Ouch, ouch, ah! Wait a minute! "I'll

 report it as sexual harassment."

"Oh, sorry. Sorry. Stop!"

As he released his wrist, the man gave him a series of insults and curses. Sang-woo turned on
his cell phone to prepare for an emergency.

His eyes widened when he saw the time of 9:41 p.m. on the screen.

When was the time for this? As he drank, he hadn't even realized it would be after nine.
When he turned on the phone, it showed 36 missed calls and six new messages. Sang-
woo opened the voice mail. feeling shame and anguish.

Jaeyoung ㅅㅂ Э : come on tell me where are you?

20:42

Jaeyoung ㅅㅂ Э : Open the door. I am in front of the house

20:44

Jaeyoung ㅅㅂ Э : ㅋㅋ Why did you go to Yeonkseok Dong?

21:02

Jaeyoung ㅅㅂ Э : Your phone is off

21:03

Jaeyoung ㅅㅂ Э :
Sangwoo 21:06

Jaeyoung ㅅㅂ Э : Where
are you? 21:30

He didn't want to worry. With all this excuse, Sang-woo didn't care about Jae-young
because he was just relaxing drinking, because he didn't have an internal clock, or
because he didn't have a cell phone battery. It is also true that he did not want to worry.
Because it was bothering Sang-woo like a thorn in his foot.

He was staring at the screen and received a call. Sang-woo breathed in quickly, feeling
his heart sink. As soon as he hit the call button and put the device to his ear, there was a
 deep sigh. A loud breath was heard through the electronic devices.

- What is he trying to do?

Jae-young's voice was so strong that Sang-woo couldn't find a suitable response.

- What are you trying to do?

The voice, which had been missing for four days, was so marked that it made him confused.
It didn't take long for the longing to turn to sorrow. Sang-woo opened his mouth with his
eyes raised.

"What did I do to make you mad?"

- Why the hell did you go there?

"I haven't heard from you. You didn't answer my calls."

- So do you want to meet someone else with the clothes I bought you?

Jae-young asked fiercely, getting angry at every word he said. Sang-woo didn't reply. If
he said no, he would be lying. If he had liked the man he spoke to earlier, he could have
asked for his number.

- You are not going to answer me?

"I came here to refresh my mind because you don't give me confidence."

As he recited the phrase he had belatedly memorized, Jae-young exhaled, "Huh." The silence
that followed was as cold and heavy as steel.

- I've been nice to you, haven't

I? “…”
- Damn, Sang-woo, do you think I'm a fucking asshole?
"Don't curse"

- Tell me where you are. Let's meet and talk.

It's a voice he's wanted to hear for a few days, but the longer the call, the more frustrated he
became. He has never had such a severe conflict between wanting to see Jae-young and not
wanting to see him. What Sang-woo wanted to gain by incorporating it into his daily life was
pleasure, not sadness or suffering.

"Why didn't you get my call? Are you tired of me?"

- Tell me where.

"No, answer first."

- Do you really want to get in trouble?

Jae-young paused and quickly spat.

- I feel like I'm going crazy right now, so don't make me mad anymore. Tell me
where you are now immediately.
 Yu-na only said that Jae-young would come with a 100% chance, but she didn't tell him
that she would be angry until she wanted to explode. Red alert. Anger control disorder.
Sang-woo disliked him, who was angry with him without any explanation.

"There's a limit to everything. What am I supposed to do if you're behaving like

this?"

A stream of words ran through his mind. Jang Jae-young, Veggie Venturer, Sex Partner,
Overseas Student. The waves of tests that have been going on these days were too high
for Sang-woo to handle. Sang-woo was struggling to breathe somehow, but he was on the
verge of choking. He did nothing wrong, it was all very unfair.

"You get mad, you swear, you disappear. You're a bad guy."

- Hey.....Chu Sang-woo.

"You're going to go anyway. Damn."

- Where are you? How many times do I have to ask you? Scream.

"Do not scream!"

He was so angry that he was going to hang up the phone, but the battery died and the screen
went black. Sang-woo threw his cell phone on the table in desperation.

he made eye contact with the bartender in the distance. He came over and ordered another
drink. How many drinks have there been? He had never failed, but he couldn't remember
very well. He felt sick and dizzy. The scene of the bartender mixing the cocktails was
blurry.

Then a cup came into view. Sang-woo thoughtlessly raised a transparent cocktail glass
and drank. It was halfway through the drink that he saw an unwanted face.

'Ah... so fucking annoying'.

Sang-woo lowered the glass sharply. The drink you received was not ordered. The man
sitting next to him slipped away. When he took out a 10,000 won bill from his wallet and put
it in front of him, the man looked puzzled.

"You have a very strong temper."

Sang-woo ignored his words. Half of the alcohol was left in the glass, and the drink he
ordered came out just in time. As he lay on the table thinking that he would die if he drank it
all, he thought of Jae-young's voice and it haunted him.

"I'm so upset".

He changed his mind and half emptied the remaining glasses in one go. Then the man next
door, who had been quiet for a while, came back to bother.

"How old are you?"

"Personal
information". "You're
a student, right?"
 "Personal
information".
"Why are you looking for a
man?" "..."

"Why, the bottom of the hole is shaking?"

Sang-woo sighed and looked to the left. He doesn't know how he ended up being sexually
harassed by such a humane horse. The situation was so pathetic that he laughed in vain.

"It makes me hot to see you laugh angrily."

It was Sang-woo who took offense at the words again.

'Your face is cute. You're prettier when you smile.'

As Jae-young's voice sounded in his memory, disgust, anger, irritation, and sadness were four
beasts that followed him these days and wanted to drive him crazy. Sang-woo was surprised
when he swept his palm across his face. Her cheeks were as hot as fire.

"Your lover you were talking to earlier, where is he going? To the army?"

'this idiot'

The beasts barked at the unknown man in unison. He was offended by every word he said
even without knowing anything. Sang-woo criticized Jang for not being his boyfriend or not
wanting to admit that Jang Jae-young was leaving in the not too distant future.

"Why do you keep talking to

me?" "Sorry".
The man unexpectedly lowered his tail. When Sang-woo moved to the end with his
belongings and cocktails that he hadn't touched yet, he followed and sat a little further
away.

"Forgiv
e me".
"..."
"I think I pushed you too hard. I liked your style. I apologize if I offended you."

Sang-woo looked at the man with mistrustful eyes. The man reached out his hand, but
didn't catch Sang-woo.

"You're a student, right? I'm 34 years old, self-employed with a great income. I
trust you'll do well, but how about you meet me? I'm not going to be afraid."

The man suddenly became very polite, but Sang-woo didn't change his mind.

"I am not
interested".
"Why?"
 "You must be more handsome. You must dress well. You must have a nice voice.
You must also draw well. You must skate well. You must also be good at basketball.
And you must be 27 years old."

Then he drank the cocktail. The opponent muttered as if stunned.

"Any other requirements?"

I was drunk. I was so drunk. Sang-woo was drunk enough to feel it for himself. After
drinking, the troublesome man was gone. The plan failed miserably, and it was time to go
home.

He was going to pay when he got back from the bathroom, but two English-speaking
women followed him and talked to him. Sang-woo was confident in English reading and
grammar, but conversation was difficult no matter how hard he tried. Also, the music was
loud so I couldn't hear well. They had their cell phones and were asking questions, but
Sang-woo couldn't help.

Sang-woo replied, "Sorry," took out the credit card from his wallet and handed it to the
bartender with the bill.

"He gave me his ID."

"Sorry".

When he corrected his mistake, he smiled and made the payment. The amount of the
receipt was 45,200 won. Sang-woo wondered why, if he only drank 10,000 won worth of
alcohol and why a phone number and a smile were written on the receipt. Although he
didn't think about it too much because his head hurt

. He got up and stumbled. He managed to walk against the wall, but he couldn't do it, so
he slipped on his back in the corner. He thinks he fell asleep after closing his eyes for a
while. When he woke up, the music was different and there were a lot more people in the
bar.

'X-FRIEND, I don't remember the album name, track number, Hush.'

Sang-woo sat on the ground and let the loud music wash over him. Jae-young once tried to
kill time by playing this song on his cell phone in the practice room. Four days ago, the song
came out when he was driving along the Han River in his car.

'Sang-woo'.

Sang-woo frowned, feeling like he was about to cry.

'Sang-woo'.

He couldn't remember what they were fighting about, what they were so unhappy with.

'Sang-woo'.

He just misses it.

Sang-woo stood up, grabbed the waitress, and borrowed a phone from the store. It was also
funny that the 11 digits of the phone number were clearly remembered, even if he forgot
everything else when he was drunk.
But Jae-young's phone was busy. Sang-woo left the bar.

He went up the stairs with two feet and two hands There was no special reason, but he felt
more comfortable. He chose to walk upright again on the street. He had to take a bus to
cross the subway station. He couldn't remember where the subway was, so he walked as
far as he could.

'Never mind. I'll take a taxi.'

He couldn't believe that he spent 40,000 won on drinks and even thought about taking a taxi.
It was a day where he wasted money.

Sang-woo was apparently walking and at one point he was sitting on a bench. He didn't
know when it happened. And when woke up, someone was sitting next to him.

"What a coincidence."

The other person pretended to know him, but Sang-woo saw his face for the first time. He
didn't have the energy to ask who it was, so he ignored him.

"Mr. College student with a bad temper. I didn't expect to see you again."

He was able to tell who it was when he heard it. Sang-woo glanced to the side and made
eye contact with the man with dyed hair.

"You need a partner now, don't you?"

He spoke softly, as if understand all of Sang-woo's difficulties. Sang-woo gave a random

answer because it was hard to say no.

“Not to the point of addiction. I took an individual test"

"The pretty look in your eyes says you're dying of loneliness." "So what?"
"Let's go to my house. I have a car”
“Will you drive under the influence of
alcohol?”. "I'm going to call a designated
driver."
Sang-woo had nothing to say. In a stressful present, she desperately needed the kind of
pleasure Jae-young provided. But would he be willing to go to the house of a man he
didn't know and had become sexually corrupt?

'I'm screwed anyway.'

Come to think of it, Sang-woo made a misstep from the day he got mixed up with Jang.
What began by convincing himself that he could alleviate his sexual desire had the
opposite effect. A few nights with him only slowed him down, much less quenched his
lust. Intense pleasures have already penetrated deep into daily life, and Sang-woo now
seemed unable to return to a time when he did not know men.

He did it with one person, but there's something he can't do with two people. After Jae-
young disappears anyway, there's a good chance she'll have to find a new candidate, so
what's the problem with time moving forward a bit?

"You are good?"

That question came out of Sang-woo's mouth. He himself was shocked by his own
comments, but it wasn't a problem when he was already in a state of chaos by borrowing Jae-
young's words. The man smiled and squeezed Sang-woo's upper body. The smell of alcohol,
tobacco, and perfume mixed together and stung her nose. Recently, he had never thought that
he didn't like those smells, but at that moment he felt disgusted and kept a little distance from
him.

“Many are asking for more from me. Try it and don't get stuck. I hate being clingy.

” “I'll try, but if I'm not satisfied, how are you going to make up for it?”

“Just say so. You caused this, and you are responsible."

He pointed to the bulging area of his pants zipper. Soon the man's hand came up to Sang-
woo's face. He was shaking his fingertips as if he had a tremor. Sang "Woo got so upset when
she touched his neck that he almost used violence.

He sat with his cheeks close and fixing his posture, he seemed to be thinking about
kissing. Sang-woo thought about running away, but decided to give him a chance. He
tried." He thought it might be okay There was a whisper, "You're innocent," as he blinked

Sang-woo expected his palm to gently touch his cheek, but the man grabbed Sang-woo's
neck and gave it a squeeze. From the moment their lips touched, he felt a sense of disgust.
With his mouth making a strange sound, he rubbed his fingertips over Sang-woo's penis,
which was still not aroused at all.

'I don't like it. It's the worst'

He dodged his tongue, but was eventually caught. The man groaned and b He knocked
Sang-woo down and stuck his tongue down his throat, making him gag. Sang-woo pushed
him away and felt disappointed again. He didn't know where and how to find a partner
like Jang Jae-young.

"It's been a while since I did this. Can I eat you here?" "That's a bit
weird. I'm not a fruit."
The man leaned down again, licked at Sang-woo's neck and disgustingly sucked his skin
into his mouth. She knew someone who enjoyed doing similar things, but the feeling this
man gave her was completely different. Sang-woo was distressed and came to his senses
when the man bit his neck hard. He removed the hand that was about to unzip the zipper
and pushed the man hard.

"Stop, it hurts and it's

uncomfortable." "Are you
powerless?"

"I hope so."

After finishing the test, Sang-woo got on the bench. The man said, wiping saliva from his
neck and chin with the back of his hand.

"I don't like you one bit. I'm leaving…don't follow me this time."
"Oh… you should stop. Let's finish what we started."
 Sang-woo walked quickly, but the man followed him with an irritating look. He seemed
to have nothing to do.

"Are you serious? Are you going to

leave me like this?" "What can I do if I
don't like you?"
"Why haven't you forgotten a man before? You said you were going somewhere.
You need to find someone new."

The man touched the sore spot again. Sang-woo pointed his finger at him, feeling tired.

"Don't make me angry, leave me alone. I'm warning you." "Let's see.
Let's see. Do you think you'll win if you fight me?" "I'm a 4th degree
black belt."

To prepare for this situation, his mother had to send him to study Taekwondo for eight
years. Sang-woo didn't use violence, but that doesn't mean he's weak. If it wasn't for the
law, I would have already knocked him out.

"You little bastard, thinking that because you had a little alcohol you can do whatever
you want."

The man was really annoying. He only used his mouth. Even kissing felt dirty. Sang-woo
thought that he could spend about 10,000 won more if he could keep his mouth shut.

"Hit the first punch to draw a red line. I disagree. I've never done it before."

Sang-woo said it while walking fast. The man grabbed his wrist and yanked, his body
rocking back. An irritated Sang-woo glared at him, and the man almost hit his eye with a
fist that flew in. As he crouched down, the man staggered, swinging his arms in the air.

'Are you really coming towards me to fight?'

Sang-woo quickly looked around, but there was no one to testify. The cell phone was off
when he needed it most to report to the police. So there were two options left. Knock down
your opponent or run away.

"I'm getting tired of this.".

If he hit him even once and got caught by the police, it would be the fault of both sides.
Sang-woo decided to take a safer approach. As he started to run, the man ran after him,
spitting insults. They were both drunk and

staggering, but Sang-woo ran as fast as he could. A few people passed by on the main
road after the slow chase.

'...I must get witnesses. '

Across the street, a blue police station sign was seen next to the subway station. Sang-
woo had nothing to fear now. Maybe that's why he was relaxed.
 "Don't just stand there, you psycho bastard!" the man yelled.

After running well, his legs twisted and he fell to the ground not long after hearing the
curse. He hit his knee and chin and couldn't get up for a while, but soon felt himself being
dragged along, being pulled by his shirt.

He saw the man's face as he turned around. Climbing onto his thigh, he grabbed his neck
and pulled his upper body. Then, he slapped Sang-woo's cheek with a look of anger.

"Why are you so annoying? It would have been nice if you followed me around
when I was cute with you."

"There is a police station."

"Come on. I'll kill you and go to jail, you son of a bitch."

He seemed angrier than Sang-woo thought. Soon, his fist rose and fell on his face. Sang-woo
brought his palms together to take the attack. As he moved his arm around the man's neck
and tightened his grip, he cried out, pressing into Sang-woo's thigh with his knees and pulling
at his hair. It hurt a lot.

Up and down, the fight went to hell. People gathered and filmed videos. Sang-woo hadn't
hit anyone yet, but at this rate, he was more likely to be charged with two-way assault.
The man hugged himself and pulled at the thought of taking refuge in the police station.
Sang-woo felt puzzled as he kicked in the air.

'Better take a hit and be done'

"son of a bitch!"

The sound of insults faded and exhaustion set in. He was so tired that he wanted to give up
on everything.

'Fuck, if you're going to hit me, hit me now'.

Sang-woo was gently dragged away in an irritating mood. The situation was the worst of
all, so a blow was unlikely to make it worse. I'd rather feel better about paying the fine.

'Choi Yoo-choi, I'm not going to leave you alone.'

He gritted his teeth, feeling his body flip. Has there ever been such an annoying day in your
life? I wanted to delete it from the calendar.

'Jang Jae-young, you bastard.'

He was full of anger. Today you are not the only problem. Mistake-prone bastard ruined his
life. Sang-woo squeezed his eyes shut when he saw the man raising his clenched fist.

There was a friction sound between the skin. But the pain of the blow was never felt.

“…”

When he opened his eyes, someone was holding the wrist of the man in front of him. The
man fell to the side due to a powerful kick and Sang-woo also fell to the ground again.

Sang-woo lay down on his stomach with his hands on the ground. After coughing a bit, a
clean sweetener was in front of him. The shape of his feet on the ground was strangely
familiar. Sang-woo looked up slowly, feeling both fear and excitement.
Panting, Jang Jae-young looked at him with such fearsome eyes that he had never seen
before.