Desire

There was still music playing in the living room. Persian, who closed his eyes and listened to him, glances back at the open door and laughs. She nods at Azin, who finishes preparing to go out.

“Isn't that too cool? ”

“.. not so much. ”

Despite his desperate charm, he smiled casually. I'm prepared not to disobey you, because I can't tell you the truth. Persian smiles as he rises to his feet.

“With Azin prepared for that, I guess I'm a little out of it, too, right? ”

Persian turns around, grabbing the edge of his skirt. What she's wearing is a black dress with frills and gothic funnies on it, but if a foreigner with blood-red hair and red eyes would go out in that outfit, she would definitely get noticed.

“.. unfortunately, nothing fits Persian.”

It was before I finished speaking. When the dance-round Persian gesture was over, her clothes were changed into shirts and trousers as if she had worn azin. Yeah, well, that was possible for her, too. I convinced her to change her outfit in the world of First. Persian smiles brightly, handing over his saggy red head.

“This is it, right? Couple.”

“.. how do you know that? ”

“I was in a drama. ”

You adapt quickly. You squat in front of the washing machine and smile bitterly, reminiscing about the awe-inspiring smell of raw snow. Persian changed his outfit, gracefully lifting the remote control and turning off the TV. The music stops, and Persian moves. She approaches Azin and crosses his arms naturally.

“Well, it looks like we're ready for each other. Where are you going? ”

“Do you have somewhere else in mind? ”

Persian folding his arms is a bit burdensome, but Azin doesn't push her away, but rather accepts her casually. You smell the sweet aroma of Persian with his head on his arm. Vampires don't always smell blood. Turns out, Persian never smelled blood before. Magic, too? I wear shoes thinking like that. The same shoes I received at the boat party. Percik taps his toes as he looks at Azin in his shoes. Soon, her white feet were wrapped in the same design as the shoes on which she wore them.

“Is that magic, too? ”

“This is the power of vampires. Texturing the shadow, wrapping it around your body. Do you know what this means? ”

Persian squeezes his chest against the arm of Azin, who opens the door. My swollen chest is pressed against my aching arm.

“I'm just wrapped up in a shadow. I mean, I'm actually naked. ”

Persian flinches. It was hard to tell if the words were jokes or jokes mixed with a grinning smile, but I swallowed a sore swallow in my breath that tickled my ear. He was a man after all, so he couldn't be consistent with Morse if he was doing this much physical abuse. Ajin walked quickly for no reason.

“Somewhere, do you want to go? ”

I entered the fall and the wind was a little cold. Azin shifts his arm a little, but Persian hangs on his arm and doesn't fall off. Azin sighs low and asks. Persian answered the question as if he had waited.

“I'd love to go to an amusement park. ”

“... an amusement park, you mean? ”

I can feel people moving back and forth through Persia. Red hair and dark eyes that glisten in the wind. Pale white skin. Persian was beautiful enough to get people's attention. Even if you lie about it as a model for northern Europe, you can be sure of it. It was hard on his shoulders because he was with a beautiful woman, but his gaze was rather overwhelming. He wore a mask at the boat party, but his real face is the same as the avatar he uses at First. Of course, if you look for someone who looks like you, you can find as many as you want, which is not a perfect proof that this face is Agin, First's player.

‘The problem is Persian. ’

Persian faces the game as well as reality. I had no choice. Persian in the game, Persian in the real world. It's not an avatar, it's a real body. She catches my eye. And in the game, Persian is with Azin. Being around and attracting attention with her is the point of contact between the azine in reality and the azine in the first.

“Yes, an amusement park. ”

It's dangerous. But even knowing him, Azin couldn't resist Persian demands. How could she defy him if she wishes to go away? Ajin sighs. He wore sunglasses on his chest. This could work. It's big enough to cover half the face, so it should be enough for cover. Percy glares at you. Aji looked at that gaze and said in a gentle voice.

“Would you like to use Persian as well? ”

“Hmmm... it's a couple. ”

Persian smiles and covers his face with both hands. “Bam.” The palm of her covering is removed, and her face is adorned with sunglasses that look exactly like those of Azin. As expected, Azin nods his head.

“You look good together. ”

In a flattering compliment, Persian smiles shyly and leans his head against Azin's arm. The reaction was no different from that of an ordinary lover, but should I believe it? Azin raises his hand and touches his neck. The wound was still there.

Before going to the amusement park, I asked Persian for a light meal, and she said she wanted to eat a hamburger. Looks like he saw it in a drama too. Azin nods, checking the time. It's a little after 10: 00. If it were time, we would have opened a fast food store nearby. I haven't been to one since my parents died. Since then, I've had enough enemies to go out and eat.

“It's not as good as you'd expect. ”

“But I still want to eat. I enjoyed it in the drama. ”

Persian said with a sparkle in his eyes. I couldn't say no to that. Ajin walks the streets with Persian. Even with sunglasses on, people's gaze was still on Persian. Blinded, but resplendent red hair still catches my eye. And even in sunglasses, she couldn't block her beauty. I should have worn a hat. Ajin kicks his tongue small.

I entered a famous French fast food store I thought there would be fewer people, but I was wrong. It was Saturday, after all. By the end of the weekend, guests had enough to fill up easily. I tried to eat and move as quickly as possible, but I had no choice but to freeze time. While Ajin lines up, Persian glances around, jabbering. While accepting her words appropriately, the rope falls off and becomes the order of the pain.

“What would you like to eat? ”

Azin glances at Persik and asks. Persian glances at the menu board above, glancing at the display on the counter. A toy for children's menu. Persian points his finger at him, looking at it as if it were interesting.

“Are you eating this, too? ”

“No, this is a separate gift for the kids menu. ”

I empowered the children's menu. At that point, Persian put up the menu again with a blurry face. It's not uncommon for an adult to order a child's menu, but it's not always in stock, so there is no guarantee that Persian toys will remain. If so, it is better not to ask in the first place.

“.. a puppy? ”

I couldn't see the menu board well, so I put my sunglasses on my forehead and looked at the menu board, and I heard a surprised voice. In saying that, he felt the blood cooling. The cold eyes come down. He wore a uniform and stared at the woman who was staring at him with a blank face.

Who is it? I suddenly wondered that. Unique uniform, hair tied back and a hat on top. Toilet light face. Ajin lowers his sunglasses again.

“Who...”

“Puppy, right? A Senior year 4 of high school. ”

As soon as I tried to ask, a quick question came up. Azin's cheeks twitched. You have the wrong person. As soon as he tries to answer, Persian grabs Azin's arm.

“Is his name Puppy Jean? ”

What a useless thing to say! Ajin chewed his lips well. At Persian's words, the woman opens her eyes and looks at Asin's face in wonder. Ajin clenches his tongue and looks at her uniform. There is a small nametag on the chest. Jung Yoo Bin. I thought about it for a while. Do you have a name, oil bin, in your head?

“Wow, how long has it been? So... it's been six years? ”

There was no hostility on Yubin's smiling face. Ajin hesitates for a moment. Then I remembered. Who is Jung Yoo Bin? It was the same class in the first grade of high school, and it was next door. We talked a lot. After school, we went to the library together and ate. We could say we were friends. On the weekends, I would hang out with her friends and those who considered her a friend.

“... I see. It's been a long time."

Ajin answered bluntly. It was because I thought it would be quicker to admit it rather than pretend not to know. At the same time as answering, Ajin said the menu. Yoobin talked to Azin while calculating the menu he ordered.

“What have you been up to? I quit school.”

“I just lived a busy life. ”

“I went to your house once. You know?”

“I don't know.”

I've been remembering. Azin remembered that Yoobin had visited his home twice. Once with friends. And the last one alone. It was probably half a year after her parents died. When Ajin is in the middle of a virtual reality game. The sun was out there, maybe it was winter. Yubin stood at the door of Azin for a long time with his scarf around him. Ring the doorbell. Knock on the door. Call out his name. Azin ate a meal listening to the voice of Yoobin calling to himself.

And when she started to feel drowsy, she finished eating and looked at her with a camera installed at the door because she wanted to do something. With a sigh, Yoobin scrubs the edges of his eyes, and she calls out the name of Ajin several more times. Ajin didn't answer. I'm crying, so I need you to calm me down when I call the town. It's cold outside, so you might want to come in. It has nothing to do with me.If you ignore it like this, Yubin will eventually go back. It was good for each other, Azin thought. And as he thought, Yoo Bin soon returned.

“.. where have you been? ”

“Maybe I did. ”

Ajin replied with a blunt voice. The time of the hamburger is annoyingly slow. Fast food. Too slow. Ajin swallows a sigh. He felt uncomfortable dealing with Yoobin. The azine that Yoobin remembers, the azine when his parents were alive. It is pain when you are acting by making a compromise with your surroundings, even though you know your ideals. He's a different person than he is now.

“Is she your girlfriend? ”

Euvin asks. Persian answers quicker than Azin answers. When she was listening to Euvin and Azin's conversation, she smiled broadly, placing her body close to his arm.

“Yes.”