"Yoong! Am I late?" I sat next to him. A dashing man in the style of clothing of a modern youth in the city of Fashion. In the cinema. The film has just begun, most viewers are ready to wait for the film to play.

"Nearly, Nuna" I smiled, Yoong got seated in a chair in the middle row. That's the most perfect place, in my opinion.

The film was finished and the lights began to turn on, some spectators began to melt towards the door that said exit. For two hours we were in the dark room. The film was exciting until I didn't see anyone watching the phone.

Yoong is a photographer. He has been in the profession for almost three years. The results of his portraits never disappoint. We have a gap of two years. Our friendship has been forged for four years.

"Nuna, I'm hungry" I pinched his cheek when he did his flagship aegyo, it makes me amused but also does not eliminate his innocent face.

We walked to the restaurant opposite the cinema. Yoong is a fun person, sociable and full of cheerful laughter. Physically he is tall and handsome.

We sat at a corner table facing the window. Seoul. Outside, the sky looks bright so sweat can flow. We absolutely cannot concentrate on food. Me and Yoong were constantly joking, laughing and arguing with excitement. Random topic.

"Yoong, I saw the magazine you took this morning. That girl is very y, you are great at holding on to your lust," I heard her little chuckle.

"There's nothing ier than you, Nuna," exclaimed Yoong.

"Bull Yoong" sound floated between being mocked and laughing, but it still seemed natural.

"I'm serious. I already love you, so my lust disappears when I see any y girl"

I just smiled faintly. I gave no reply to him. At that time, Yoong first said that in France, when we were on vacation with another family. The incident surprised me and we became silent with each other. I explained to him that I could not, but instead he said that he would wait for me. The word 'I love you' is no longer a foreign word that he made for me.

"See you later, Nuna. Don't forget to dream about me" after saying that, Yoong drove his car until it disappeared in my sight.

Take the elevator to my apartment on the third floor. When the door opens we will see the kitchen and TV room facing the bedroom door. White painted walls can make me feel calm. I keep some cactus near the window. Cactus tied me to someone I loved. Inaporopriate to love.

I the radio and then the coffee maker, which I had previously filled with coffee and water. I sat on the sofa, felt the heat hit me. Listen to the sound from the radio announcer and the sound of the horn on the streets. I imagine it feels like living in solitude and solitude, only meeting other people when you want it.

I'm thinking about my list of jobs tomorrow. I have to shop, food at home is almost gone, must re-draw my glasses design that has not been completed. I the laptop and slowly searched for the latest news. My forehead wrinkled while staring at the screen, feeling uncomfortable, biting my nails, trying to digest all this.

CONFIRM KIM TAEYEON'S RELATIONSHIP WITH ---

My heart is beating faster. It hurts my heart to see the article that appeared. For a few moments, my fingers just floated indistinctly above the "Back" button. Then, I clicked on the article and opened it.

I sipped my coffee while staring at the screen. I stopped reading the whole article so that it didn't hurt myself. But I'm too proud to admit I'm curious. I don't like being in a painful position, and who likes that position anyway?

I tried to remove everything about the article from the bottom of my mind while I bathed and dressed. I slammed into the bed and closed my eyes.

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"You will leave me, Taengoo?"

"Mianhae, Sica. But this is your problem, not mine. Just solve it yourself. And don't contact me again"
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During the night I tried to connect the stranger Kim Taeyeon and the Kim Taeyeon I knew, making this oddity even clearer. Has Taengoo changed that dramatically? Is Taengoo that cruel to someone who really, really loves him, without exception. I laughed at the thing I just thought. The picture hurts.