Childhood Friend Who Sees the Future Utters Nonsense

9 – Huh? Are you pissed?

As if running away, Park Si-yoon leaves your house and heads to our house across from her. When I entered the door lock password and entered, the eyes of the family huddled in the living room turned to me.

The blunt dad quickly turned his gaze back to the TV after seeing his daughter who had returned safely, but the mother and Han Yu-jin were busy adding nonchalant words without knowing what others were saying.

“Why are you here so late? Didn’t you just come to eat?”

“Again, my older brother was working, but he must have stuck right next to me and interfered. It’s obvious, it’s obvious.”

“Oh, no!”

Who wanted to be at Park Si-yoon’s house? She talked with her aunt while eating her fruit and stole an ice cream, so it only took a little longer.

In the first place, she sees the fictional me, Park Si-yoon, but she thinks it’s fun to be next to him. Anyone who sees it will know that I have no one to play with other than him, huh.

Ignoring Han Yu-jin’s voice, which leads her to think about going to sleep after washing herself, she was about to head for her room, when she heard her mother’s voice from behind.

“Han Yuna, tomorrow is your dad’s overtime….”

“Yes, I’ll come on my own.”

It was obvious that he would not be able to come pick me up on the day practice ended because he was working overtime tomorrow, so I nodded lightly and went into the room.

Tak.

Before taking a shower, I lock the door and lie sprawled out on the bed to reflect on the day. What I see in front of my eyes is the same ceiling as usual, but would it be an illusion if it felt red as if it was particularly flushed today? I don’t know if the world has become strange or if I have become strange.

As she slowly recollected her memories, the things that happened in the morning, the things that happened during lunchtime, the things that happened at the karaoke room, etc. Slowly began to penetrate into her head. As a result, her face gradually became hotter.

– Ho, what do you think it will be like if we get married?

Pang!

As the lines I threw at Park Si-yoon in the morning rewinded in my head, I ended up kicking the pillow at my feet violently and rolling across the bed. The sight of a pillow hitting the closet and falling back is like seeing déjà vu in the morning.

“Crazy, crazy… !”

Why did a b*tch like me spit out such a thing? Hearing that story, Park Si-yoon’s face is still vivid. The way he looked at me with the look in his eyes saying, ‘What is this asshole doing?’!

Undoubtedly, of all the dark history I have accumulated in front of Park Si-yoon, today is the worst. It didn’t even stop there, what did he just say? ‘Is it because you’re ugly?’? It’s clear what happened to her real hair for a while. Otherwise, I would say that… !

“Besides, why are you asking such a question… ! Maybe it’s just a whim… !”

The content of the question I asked at the last minute in Park Si-yoon’s room is absurd when I think about it now.

Looking back, if it had been the original me, I would have just said, “It’s a big deal,” That Park Si-yoon waited in the hallway in front of my house in the morning, and pointed out the clothes I wasn’t normally interested in.

However, the reason I tried to be conscious of each and every action and give it my own meaning today was probably because I was shaken by that morning.

No, shaking? The expression is a bit strange. If I say that, it feels as if I am conscious of Park Si-yoon as a man, so it would be better to say, ‘Park Si-yoon is considering the possibility that he sees me as a woman.’ OK, let’s go with this.

Anyway, after we’ve been together for 19 years, if either of us had feelings for the other, we’d have noticed it long ago. If that’s not the case, we don’t see each other as much as a man and a woman, and it’s a real childhood friend relationship. There’s really no such thing as a crazy b*tch.

“Yes, there’s no way Park Si-yoon has feelings for me.”

With a sigh, the words she spat out come to mind and appear in front of her like a haze.

Park Si-yoon doesn’t see me as a woman. She doesn’t look like a woman She makes a sound with her mouth, as if repeating a fact that is not new to her, and as she repeats it to herself sometimes, her mood begins to sink.

I don’t know why. We have a relationship like that in the first place, and I’d rather be glad that such a stupid guy doesn’t see me as a woman, so why am I so grunting when it’s not enough to clap my hands?

I hug a pillow as long as my body with both arms and legs and continue to think about it. It was an action that came from the intuition that if I didn’t find the cause of this strange discomfort, I wouldn’t be able to sleep well tonight.

“Cee, what is Ji…. Uh?”

Then, my eyes suddenly opened at the inadvertently flowing self-talk. I couldn’t help but express my feelings that I had just been grunting.

Yeah, that was the reason I was annoyed. No, honestly, it’s pissing me off. Even in front of a pretty childhood friend who was cast as an idol trainee on the street, why are you not conscious?

Are you a top-notch actor? Or are they active idols who are causing the Korean wave craze? What the hell are you talking about, saying that there is a feeling of repulsion at the very act of seeing me as a woman?

Rather, if you have a childhood friend like me, isn’t it normal for you to fall in love and confess at least once? Of course, I have no intention of accepting it!

“Are you pissed just thinking about it?”

As the sweetness gradually transforms into anger, the arms that were hugging the pillow become more and more powerful, and this also transforms into a form close to wrestling techniques.

Yeah, that’s how you come out, right? Let it go. I’ll see if you can come out like a wooden stone for the rest of your life.

This body, which will soon become an active idol, comes forward with sincerity, but can all four of them survive? You’re going to be fooling around and offering ice cream or something?

Okay, it’s perfect for Park Si-yoon. You’re dead tomorrow

***

After last night, which was like hell, I yawned with my mouth wide open in front of the apartment complex in the morning. I don’t care if others see it or not. It’s not like I have to manage my image like a prospective idol.

Anyway, yesterday the sky really turned yellow. After Han Yuna left, she tried tapping the suddenly dead computer in all directions, but to no avail, so after a long and long thought, she contacted the boss.

As it happened to be a day off, I bent down and told the boss who was taking a break at home with his dog. Fortunately, there was another edited version that was completed yesterday, and the boss encouraged me by saying that he would upload that first. He did it.

Great, isn’t this an example of a generous employer?

Of course, this may be a possible reaction because of the trust I have built up by always meeting my schedule, but it is also true that there is no other person as understanding as my boss. The owner of a generous heart that even takes care of bonuses on holidays, I should bury my bones for the rest of my life.

【Lady – Siyoon, are you really okay? Her aunt can pick you up.]

Hanyu is particularly late today. While waiting for me, Hanyu Nane moves her hand to reply to her message from her aunt.

Today, the man told me that he was working overtime and that there was no one to pick up Yuna Han, who was going to practice at the company, so I said that I would go today too, and he sent me this message.

【Me – I’m fine hahahaha. It’s more dangerous if you go out with two women late at night.]

【Aunt – Wouldn’t it be better to ask Yuna to take a taxi?】

【I – The distance is not long, so what kind of taxi is it? It’s a waste of money. Don’t worry hahahaha]

Normally, I rarely use emoticons or initial consonants, but strangely, when I talk to adults, I end up using this tone.

Adjusting the tone so that it doesn’t look too stiff or too light, it seems that it naturally ends up like this. Maybe that’s why, whenever I type, it feels like someone else is taking the place of the conversation, which makes me feel strange.

【Me – I’ll tell Yuna Han later.】

【Lady – I would appreciate it if you would. You don’t know how relieved her aunt is because of Siyoon. If you want something to eat later, tell the lady? Understand?】

【Me – yes hahahaha.】

I don’t even need a price because I get so much from the lady, but if I refuse to do it here, it’s obvious that she will push me further, so I just nod my head.

By the way, why does Hanyuna come so late? Judging by the fact that the lady sent her message, she seems to have come out of the house.

“Poetry, Siyoon!”

“…… ?”

As I was looking around, I heard a familiar voice, about an octave higher than usual, in my ears. I was about to turn my head, thinking it must be Hanyu, but I instantly realized that something was seriously wrong.

What now? Is it true that Yuna Han said to me, “Si-yoon!” Rather than “Park Si-yoon!”? Are my ears weird?

As if decorating a page in some youth story, Hanyu ran towards me with quite fresh and lively steps.

“Have you waited long? Sorry.”

“… ….”

Oh my God. Oh my god. Han Yuna of the world apologizes to me for being a few minutes late? This is a dream come true

No, let’s go as far as apologizing. But what about that beggarly way of talking and behaving? It’s as if Mo -Sol’s cub learns love with animation and follows it. To put it bluntly, it makes me cringe and feel sick to my stomach.

“Oh, the weather is nice today. Right? I should go on a picnic on a day like this.”

It’s true that the weather is nice, but on such a fine day, if she doesn’t practice, Hanyu, whose daily life is to look at her phone in a corner of her house, or when the words about picnics come out of her mouth makes her head dizzy.

Is this a hidden camera? Or are you trying to manage your image by telling the trainees who are being promoted by the agency to shoot a vlog? There’s a camera hiding somewhere….

“… Did you take the medicine?”

In the end, I couldn’t come up with a good reasoning, so I condensed the request for an explanation of the situation from Han Yuna into a short two-word sentence. That would be the case, because there was no other way to theoretically explain Han Yuna’s strange behavior.

“Huh… !”

Then, as her body collapsed, she covered her own face with both hands. It was like watching a suspect in a crime cartoon when a crime is revealed.

Yes, it’s fortunate that you regret your sins. It’s not too late, so let’s turn ourselves in now. Han Yuna.