i cried myself writing the first scene. mianhae..

 

    "Oppa.. who is this?" a random girl asked Seunghyun about a picture inside his drawer.   "Aish.. why are you opening my drawer.." he felt annoyed.   "I want to borrow your shirt. But, oppa.. who is she?"   "Just an old friend.." he stood up from the bed, walked without any clothes on, took the photo from her grip, and put it back again to the drawer.   "Your ex?" she was nonchalantly caressing his chest.   "Why? Jealous?" he turned her and back hugged her.   "Why should I jealous.. Our thing is not for outside the bed.."   "Or kitchen.. or living room.. or.. bathroom?" he said naughtily to her ear and brushed his lips to her neck, made her giggled.   "Ah.. oppa.. I really can't resist you.."   "Then don't.."   His hands roaming around her bare body, the random girl turned her head to meet her lips with him while her grinding over his bulge.   It was never getting outside the bed. Everytime he needed a company all he had to do was to pressed the dial button randomly and someone would come to him. No heart feelings, just . Someone he met on the club before, or someone who came to his coffee shop to flirt with him.   "Oppa.. what is her name?" she asked with a breathless voice.   "Why?" he was pinching her harden , kissing and her neck, leaving a red mark. The random girl was getting more aroused as his fingers intruding her core.   "You can call me by her name.. If you want to.."     *****     It had been awkward since Seunghyun confessed his true feeling the other night. Awkward smile, awkward greet. But he added, "It's not something you should think about, Bom. I'm just saying it. And I know you're happy with Jiyong now. I just want you to know.."

 

She sometimes still think about it, just a flash of memory with no heart feeling. And the last thing she should've been thinking was a christmas gift for Jiyong's parent. They're inviting Bom to spend christmas eve in their house. She couldn't say no, even her parent wanted her to be there.   Bom: Green or fuschia?   She sent it with an image of two shawl.   Jiyong: Green is prettier   Bom: Ho.. we have the same thought. What should I get for your father?   Jiyong: He loves herbal medicine.   Bom: Ah.. okay!   Jiyong: Shouldn't you pick for your boyfriend, too?     "She's not answer it?!" he hissed after waiting for an hour for a reply.           "Aigoo.. so handsome and smart.." Bom put Seungwoo on her lap. The three years old boy holding the figure robot Bom bought for him.   They sat on the couch at the living room after the christmas dinner. Before, Bom often heard Jiyong's stories about his nephew. He said he was cute and all, and after spending last hours together she fell head over heels to Seungwoo.   "Just like his samchon, right?" Jiyong ruffled his nephew's hair.   "Im.. imo..?"   "Yes.. Bommie imo.."   "Imo is pretty.." he said while cupping her cheek with his small pa