Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

On the way to the lunch box, the two of them were clumping together as I intended.

Moon Jung-eun, who was on my side at first, opened her heart little by little to Ha-yeon's sincere advice and confessed her honest feelings.

"Isn't it because you take everything so well?"

"Isn't that true to your sister?"

"I won't see it that way. No matter how many couples we are, we have to keep some line."

"I've been given a good night."

"What? Did you hit him?"

"But at the time, I did the right thing."

Ugh. I shouldn't say that.

Hayeon is said to have hit her chest as if she was dying of frustration.

"No, it's really not. There's no such thing as a fit in this world!"

"But I apologized later."

"I wonder if I'm the one I know."

"What do you like about Gwynam?"

"Me? Um, uh, uh, well?"

"Hehehehehe. So do I. When my friends ask me, I answer like that. Well?"

"I thought I was nice and sincere until now, but seeing how I'm doing it to you, I don't think so."

"But isn't it cute if you keep looking at it? You look like a copy-bara!

"What's that?"

Moonjeong showed the copybarra on her phone, and Hayeon flipped over.

"Hahaha! This is driving me crazy!"

"Do I look like him?"

"It's exactly the same."

They were opening up to each other faster than they thought, sharing common feelings and keeping the line on key and sensitive areas.

***

We settled down at the food court table.

I was worried that the food froze, but there was a case in the basket that kept the cold temperature.

Moon Jeong-yi kept the warmth of gimbap and fried tofu rice balls by putting hot water in it.

The lid of the lunch box is all open. The neatly settled gimbap and fried tofu rice balls look quite appetizing.

Ha-yeon took out her cell phone, recognizing Moon-jung's hard work.

"Wow, you did this all by yourself? It must have been hard. Can I take a picture?”

"Yes, take a picture. I'm going to take a picture, too.”

Moon Jung's tongue has become noticeably shorter.

It is clear that Ha-yeon has been acting childish in front of her since she brought the lunch box together.

Click, click.

By the way, seeing that the kimbap is cheap, Moonjung can get married now.

I was also satisfied, but I tried to hide my feelings and manage my facial expressions.

"Well, shall we try it?"

I picked up a bridge with chopsticks and chewed it carefully with a look like a judge of Mr. Sushi's King.

Argh!

The unique taste of kimbap, which you can't taste in gimbap restaurants, swirls in your mouth and creates a flavor!

With that small hand, the image of Moon Jung-eun rubbing her sleepy eyes from dawn and making gimbap passed like a panorama.

While Moon Jung-eun carefully looked at me, Ha-yeon, who lowered the mask, also put one in her mouth and looked at me chewing.

"Well, it's delicious! Right?"

It's time for Gordon Ramsay to follow.

I swallowed the residue that was left in my mouth with a haggard expression as much as possible, and wiped it off with a napkin as if I had given up my appetite.

"Why? Strange?"

"Well, it's not that strange, but ······."

When I started to rhyme ominously, Ha-yeon, who was facing me, pressed my foot under the table. I threw away what I had prepared without regard.

"Oh, this would have been better to just live in the gimbap heaven. It's not about taste, it's about efficiency, but it doesn't feel much merit compared to the time spent. Efficiency, ········· at this time."

"Oh, really. Don't eat it."

It was Hayeon who cut me off.

"You just have to starve kids who complain about side dishes. Put the chopsticks down.”

"No, it's not that I can't eat it, it's just efficiency."

"It's not about efficiency, it's about sincerity!"

Hayeon is angry.

The guy who robbed me of my chopsticks, this time, ate a fried tofu rice ball.

"It's all good. I'm going to eat it all, so don't touch it. Moonjung, can you eat everything? If there's anything left, I'll take it to the dorm.”

"No, no, I'm not saying I won't eat it, but I'm also hungry, so I should."

"Oh, that's enough. Just buy and eat alone. Efficiently."

Moon Jung-eun, who was watching Ha-yeon and me anxiously, finally burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. Let me eat gimbap, too.”

"Why are you doing this to me? I'll ask Moonjeong."

"Moon Jung, can I eat it?”

"No, no. Eat alone efficiently."

"Laughing."

The sides were completely divided.

The two of them put me in a tight corner, boasting of their chemistry like Carl Malone and John Stockton.

The vocal cords were satisfied with the meaningful painting. He speaks to me in a voice that Moonjeong can't hear.

[Good. Ha-yeon's attacking now.]

I picked on Hayeon's tight hat, hood, and chin mask.

"Take off your clothes when you eat. Nobody recognizes me anyway."

"That's weird. What's wrong with you today?"

He put down his chopsticks and looked at me with calm eyes and asked.

"What?"

"Is there something wrong with you?" You're like a completely different person.”

"No, it's because you look stuffy."

"I've never been around like this before, how have you held it in the meantime?

"It was then and now it is now ··········……."

Hayeon took a deep breath and sighed. He crosses his arms and shakes his head as if it is strange no matter how much he thinks about it.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?”

"Huh?"

"If you want to break up, just be honest."

"No, no, that's not it."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't take the time to do this. The atmosphere at work is not good. I was the only one who noticed that no one of the members went home and practiced. I didn't sleep a wink last night and filled up my practice."

"I know."

"What's wrong with someone you know? Speaking of which, I was disappointed to see you being rude to Moonjung. Moonjung is nice, so she accepts me. If she did that to me, we would have broken up earlier.”

"Hey, how can you say goodbye so easily?"

"It's not easy to say. That's how much you're doing."

Ha-yeon said it was ridiculous to accept this situation where the three of us met together, and criticized me, saying, "What on earth are you so confident about?"

Moon-jung, who was caught in the middle, couldn't say anything, but inside, I thought Hayeon was right in every word. And the yearning for Ha-yeon was growing little by little.

I think I should stop now. Hayeon's patience has reached its limit.

[Thank you for your hard work] Let's admit that we did something wrong and wrap it up.]

"I'm sorry ··········."

"You shouldn't be sorry to me, you should be sorry to Moonjung."

"I'm sorry for both of you."

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

"If you don't know, that's human. I know everything. ······················ if you admit it, you can't stand it."

"But why the hell did you do that? If you didn't do it on purpose, it's really serious.”

Ha-yeon, you're so angry that your vocabulary gets better and you're so logical.

I used the "Trust Me" coupon and began reciting last night's emotional arm scenario with a proper gaddle.

Guys, let's hear what I'm talking about.

Actually, I'm a son of a gun.

No, it's not self-treatment, it's the truth.

Before I met you, I was an idiot. I'm sure you guys had a vague idea about that.

Then, I found out about two women who were lucky enough to meet one person in their lifetime. Yeah, you two.

I think it's probably a reward for the past when I lived in poverty.

I didn't want to miss it.

When I first met Munjeong, I thought I could die like this.

And when you broke up with your boyfriend, I was comforting you on the outside, but inside, I was holding Assarabia, Colombia, chicken legs and shouting "Pepyak Ppyak".

(All Laughing)

Yeah, once again, I'm a son of a gun. Month, month, month, month, month, month!

Human greed is endless.

Even though I knew it was wrong, I gave my soul to the devil like Faust and kept you by my side.

Of course, I knew it would take some time, but I wanted to postpone the terrible ending for a day or even a minute.

You guys have been my brain and heart. I couldn't take either of them apart, as if I were to die without them.

No, Moon Jung. It doesn't matter who's brain and who's heart. What? You want to be a heart? What do you mean it's not important right now? You be heartbroken. Ha-yeon, do you want to be the brain?

What? You want to have a heart?

Let's play rock-paper-scissors to be fair.

Rock paper scissors

Yoshi. Hayeon's heart. Moonjung's brain.

Hey, I decided by rock-paper-scissors that it's the fairest thing in the world. Why are you pouting your lips?

"No, Moon Jung-ah. It's just you. I was just kidding."

"Heehee, thank you."

Can you focus on my story now?

Yes. Actually, I decided to break up with you today.

As you said, Ha-yeon purposely acted harshly to get rid of her affection.

I was so sorry.

If I had met a man other than myself, I could have been happier than now, but why did I meet a guy like me and get caught up in this nonsense?

I cried my voice out all night last night. I couldn't stop crying thinking about breaking up with you guys.

There were so many complaints from the neighborhood that I cried. Where is that all? The tears that I shed all night seemed to have flowed downstairs, and I came up thinking the water pipe burst.

After crying until morning, I felt a little relieved.

Okay, let's get this straight.

I've taken care of my greed enough so far, so let's go away like the dew of a prison sentence for your future.

Moon Jung, the kimbap was good. But I thought I'd cry if I ate it so deliciously, so I purposely picked on him.

Ha-yeon, I feel a little relieved to see you support Moon-jung. I know you're busy, but can't you meet Munjeong sometimes? I think they can be really good sisters.

[Okay, Kat!]

"Well, ··········, there will be no end if you continue."

"Maybe we're done here. You two, I'll let you go now. Let's eat and get up."

The two men were silent.

Ha-yeon wriggled her hands over the old bridge, and Moon-jung began to shake her eyes in front of the upcoming breakup.

Now, let's eat gimbap. as desperate as possible and in a state of need]

I grabbed four gimbap at the same time and pushed it into my mouth, recalling Yang Dong-geun of "Do As You Want." Then two more were put in.

Tears welled up as if his mouth was stimulating the tear glands. Good timing.

-Rolling.Rolling.

"Uh, Ginka Maita."

"Eat slowly."

"Holie Bekko-nay."

Ha-yeon handed me a bottle of water, and Moon-jung asked.

"Do you hate me?"

"Huh? No. Why don't you?”

"Then can't the three of us just meet? I like you. ········."

I like Munjeong.

Oh, that comment was good.

Hayeon is holding the knife, so keep pushing.

If it doesn't work, grab a leggings crotch and roll on the floor.

If it doesn't work out, he cries and rumbles like a hateful five-year-old in a mart toy section.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but it's going to be hard for all three of us.”

"Then you can go and think again then."

"Well, ·········."

"Then don't you love your handsome guy anymore?"

"It's not that kind of problem…········……."

"Eunhyeong, I love you. You are in trouble."

[Shutting out!]

"Cock, cock! Poop! Curl! Cooler!

"Oh, come on. Eat slowly! Water, water!

Tears streamed out of my eyes in spite of the false rumor.

I sat on my knees on the floor spitting out everything in my mouth.

And he murmured, sobbing, whether people around him looked at him or not.

"I don't want to part with you, I'd rather die than part with you." ········HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

an end

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