...you wouldn't throw up in your sleep..... The pace was quick by itself.

* * *

When I entered a convenience store near my room, a familiar part-timer greeted me. Sung Cha-hyun picked up a phone charger first. The model was different from Choi Soo-bin's cell phone, so I couldn't help it. I picked up chocolate milk, a pack of ramen, and bean sprouts. Shouldn't we at least let them have their hangovers?

As soon as I was about to go straight to the counter, coconut water came into view. He looked at the coconut water and fell into deep agony. Can robot says coconut water is good for hangovers...There was a risk of throwing up all sorts of things, hangover or whatever, if you're unlucky.

I think it's actually good for hangover because you throw up everything. Anyway, even if I throw up, Choi Soo-bin will throw up. Because I'm fine. After thinking about it, Sung brought out coconut water. My hands were quickly full.

The part-timer, who was sitting in his seat, pulled his butt off as if he were standing up. Sung Cha-hyun waved his hand. I was going to pay soon anyway, so I didn't have to get up. The part-timer greeted with his eyes and took a bar code while sitting down.

"Would you like a bag?"

"Yes, I'd like one."

"I'll give you a free one."

The part-timer skillfully put things in the envelope. Sung said hello with his eyes and opened the glass door at the convenience store. Goodbye, a slow greeting hung on my back.

Rumbling heavy envelopes, he set out on the street. The night air was cool. My shoulders trembled, perhaps because of the lack of alcohol that had risen moderately.

It was quick to get to the rented room. I put the things I bought in the cupboard and refrigerator and washed them lightly. Even though the light was brightly lit, Choi Soo-bin was sound asleep.

He searched his long padded jacket pocket and took out Choi's cell phone and connected it to the charger. The battery charge mark appeared on the screen. It seemed that the charger at the convenience store was also recognized as an official charger. I put my cell phone on my desk and suddenly saw Choi Soo-bin's face.

I poked him in the white cheek. That's soft. You're worthy of Nick.... I pressed it again. It was soft. To be exact, his softness was Hill-jul-lang's softness, but the meaning worked anyway.

After poking several times, Choi Soo-bin made a slight impression when he pulled his cheek straight. After a while, the eyelids trembled, and the black pupils were revealed through the long eyelashes. The dreamy eyes wandered in the air and reached Sung Cha-hyun.

Sung Cha-hyun laughed in vain.

"Are you awake now that you've moved everything?”

"......hyung."

"I should've beaten you sooner...….”

Unconsciously, harsh words popped out of my mouth. Fortunately, Choi was unresponsive. I only opened my eyes, but I didn't seem to be able to communicate properly. Choi Soo-bin, who had been staring at his face for a long time, carefully grabbed Sung Cha-hyun's wrist.

"Huh?"

The heat shifted from the feverish hand to the cold wrist. Sung casually turned his head.

Choi Soo-bin, half-closed, looked at Sung Cha-hyun. He had a hazy face. Choi kept sweetening her lips as if she were saying something. Sung focused on the shape of her mouth, narrowing the gap between her eyes.

"......uh."

"What?"

"......hey."

Hey? Did you just say hey? Although this is an era of great religious harmony, where the temple sends wreaths of Jesus' birth and the church hangs banners on Buddha's birthday, this is the land of Confucianism. It was a country where Confucius was still awakened and looked at everything. No matter how much Sung Cha-hyun cares about Choi Soo-bin, there is a line to follow.

This sudden narrowing of the distance embarrassed me. When Sung Cha-hyun smiled briefly, Choi shook her head.

"......hey, ......Uh......"

"Tell me again, Choi Soo-bin."

At that moment, Choi Soo-bin pulled his arm violently. Sung Cha-hyun, who lost his balance at the moment and stumbled, grabbed the head of the bed with his arm that was not caught in a hurry. The inside of my wrist tickled. Choi Soo-bin was sweeping down the inside of her wrist with her thumb. The eyelashes made a thin shadow around the eyes.

He seemed to hold his breath for a while without realizing it. Hoo, exhaled briefly. Sung chapped her lips and frowned.

But even before Sung Cha-hyeon responded, Choi Soo-bin gave strength to his arm.

"Happy, bite...!”

Shake your hands wildly!

Sung Cha-hyun looked down at Choi Soo-bin with a cold face as her arms shook.

"Is this really spinning...….”

I'll never drink to this guy again. Sung Cha-hyun made a firm commitment.

I don't know what Happy is, but he's worse than Happy.Unaware that Happy is a very cute 3-year-old Maltese, Sung Cha-hyun cursed Happy and Choi Soo-bin at the same time. He squeaked away Choi's arm with difficulty.

When his hands fell off, Choi became as silent as a ghost and closed his eyes gently. Isn't he lying about being drunk? Sung Cha-hyun opened his eyes thinly and glared. It was so pretty to see her sleep with her hands neatly folded over her chest. She looked like a princess who fell down after eating an apple. It was a little... a bit of a twitch.

Anyway, two healthy men over 180 centimeters tall in a super single-size bed were too much for them. You'll be able to sleep when you grow up, but you'll almost have to hug and sleep tight. I didn't want to bear such inconvenience.

Sung Cha-hyun took the Shiba dog cushion that his sister gave him and lay down with his head on the sofa armrest. My legs were sticking out, but it was not the time to care about minor inconveniences. Sleep comes before discomfort. Sung clenched his teeth. Choi Soobin, if you're sober up..

I... I practiced...….’

Choi Soo-bin's whispering voice rang again in her ears. The burning anger suddenly subsided as if it had happened. Why would he say that?

Sung Cha-hyun covered his eyes with his arms and breathed a long sigh. The inside of the wrist seemed to tickle. The night was long.

* * *

Choi Soo-bin opened her eyes slowly. A strange ceiling was seen.

...a strange ceiling?

My head ached as I rushed up. Unknowingly, I grabbed my head and groaned. The dark gray blanket that was covering flowed down.

By the time the headache died down, I blinked and looked around. The bedclothes, the bedside windows where sunlight poured in, and the white curtains were all unfamiliar. His long padded jacket was jammed on the hanger at the foot of the bed.

Wait, what did we do yesterday? Apparently, I ate meat with Cha-hyun, and I made him a wrap, and he kept giving me drinks, and....

I can't remember...

Choi Soo-bin's face turned pale. When I removed my blanket, I only took off my long padded jacket and socks, but I was still dressed yesterday. His face, which had already turned white, turned even more pale. I slowly turned my head to look at the room.

The bedside desk was stacked with computers, thick major books and notebooks that were sure to be the latest. Special management, marketing research, accounting....

Next to the thick book was a purple cell phone with a charger connected. It was evident that it belonged to Choi Soo-bin. Choi held the cell phone tightly in her hand and turned her head again. Somehow my hands were full of sweat.

Behind the gray sofa with its back against the bed, dark brown hair and long legs were sticking out.

His face, which was nothing to be bored of, turned completely white.

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Choi Soo-bin came out of bed, holding her footsteps. Please don't. No, is it better than sleeping in a stranger's house? But when the landlord was sleeping on the couch... It was only a few steps to the sofa, but it was slow as if it had caught a slow debug. Choi Soo-bin carefully checked the sofa.

Sung Cha-hyun was lying around her eyes with her arms covered. In fact, it was more accurate to say that it was crumpled than to lie down. The two-person sofa was too narrow for an adult man to lie down comfortably.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and gray training pants, with no blankets, let alone blankets. It was all a chubby Shiba dog doll that seemed to have been used as a substitute for a pillow.

"Ah......."

I'm doomed.

Choi squatted behind the sofa and covered her face with both hands. My face was glowing. I remember making a wrap for my brother. Whenever he made a wrap, he smiled and ate it. And my brother kept pouring me drinks and... There were five bottles of soju on the table. I think I felt pretty good.

Just that much I remembered.

As I swept down my face with a moaning sound, I could feel the sound of popularity on the sofa. A rustling sound was heard over the back of the sofa, and the hair that was sticking out over the armrest moved over the backrest. A long white arm stretched out toward the ceiling and heard a groan. He stood up from his seat. The eyes met. Choi deliberately lowered her gaze to the floor and murmured.

"...Chahyun brother."

"Oh... you're up. Did you sleep well?"

asked Sung Cha-hyun in a hoarse voice. My toes kept twitching. Choi Soo-bin grabbed onto the back of the sofa.

"Oh, yes... that, yesterday...”

"You don't feel sick?"

"Yes? Yes..."

"What about a headache?"

"A little bit, brother...….”

Sneaking up his head, his eyes met again. The cool eyes had softened up with sleep. Sung Cha-hyun swept over his hair and smiled briefly. The sharp eyes bent gently.

"You're a weak drinker."

I drink a bottle and a half of soju. A feeling of injustice crept up. I've never heard that I can't drink in my life! Regardless, Sung Cha-hyun reached out and stroked Choi Soo-bin's head. Choi lowered her head a little, as if possessed. Black hair intertwined with long fingers.

Sung Cha-hyun, who had been patting his head for a long time, said in a friendly voice.

"So, Subin."

"Yes, brother."

"Who's Happy?"

* * *

While listening to a full TMI explanation that Happy is a 3-year-old Maltese and likes dog gum and ball games, Sung's face changed moment by moment. After thinking hard, he repeated seeing Choi's face with a mysterious look. Sometimes I clenched my fist. I even solved it. His fists seemed quite threatening, so Choi Soo-bin, who was out of film, eagerly retraced his memory. There was no particular income.

Finally, Sung Cha-hyun got up on the sofa with a throbbing waist.

"I'll make you ramen. Eat and go."

"What? No, I'm fine. I'll just go home."

Choi Soo-bin waved her hands. He was drunk and cut off film, took away the landlord's bed, and made Sung sleep with crumpled couch. In fact, it was amazing that he didn't kick him out right away.

"Subin."

Sung Cha-hyun smiled mildly. At this point, I could quickly see that laughter wasn't really a laugh. He took chocolate milk and coconut water out of the refrigerator. And after turning on the computer, I put the drink on the desk. When Choi Soo-bin sat on a chair, she kindly peeled her chocolate milk.

"Drinking it, the box that came out this time... What was it?"

"Aria's Atom Box?"

"Yes. I'm supposed to do boxers with Yonggari today. I'm peeling it.”

A white arm sprang in beside his shoulder. Choi Soo-bin glanced up and saw Sung Cha- Sung Cha-hyun skillfully turned on the Asta Chronicles and logged in. I also turned on the streaming video homepage. It was as natural as water.

When the streaming homepage was finished loading, the character of Yonggari Fireworks Shoot, which jumped on Guild Castle, was seen. The title of the room blinked in the upper right corner.

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The Yonggari Fireworks shot flew in the dragon as the intellectual character appeared in the Guild Castle.

[Yonggari Fireworks: Ah!!!!!!!!1]

[Yonggari Fireworks: It's too late!@@@@@@@@@!]

[Intellectual: o]