episode_0037

“I’m happy because I’m walking with my brother arm in arm, right?”

Squeak.

The editor smiles brightly as he drinks the coffee he just brought out as take-out from a cafe through a straw.

It was so cute that I wanted to pat its head, but I couldn’t because I was too embarrassed right now.

If you pet me here, I’ll be so embarrassed that I’ll have to run out of the park.

Still, I have to answer.

“Ugh… I don’t hate it either, so don’t misunderstand.”

He turned around and answered with a slightly red face.

It’s not something to be ashamed of, it’s just that the red light of the setting sun shines on your face so it looks red.

“Hehe. I was satisfied with just that one word.”

After hearing my words, it broke away from my arms and spun around.

It’s not even a slippery floor, but a stunt like that is possible on the brick floor of a park.

By the way, are you satisfied?

That greedy editor?

I can’t believe the editor who was trying to get me to listen to him say that he likes me and that I love him is satisfied.

I couldn’t believe it right away, so I’ll have to keep a close eye on it.

“Am I a woman who knows how to be satisfied? I plan to make it come out of my brother’s mouth someday.”

“I can’t do it because I’m embarrassed.”

“Huh? So that means you have a heart?”

“……..”

It passed again.

At this level, I’m starting to wonder if it’s a fox that’s bewitching me.

A monster with nine tails.

It’s a nine-tailed fox, it’s a nine-tailed fox.

“A. ‘Fox’ is a word only used for men.”

“That’s gender discrimination.”

“It’s not discrimination, it’s distinction~ Women are usually called wolves.”

“Umm…”

is it?

It seems similar, yet different…

But in the end, they are both canines.

What’s the difference?

“So Editor Dahye is a wolf?”

“Hehe. Do I look like a wolf?”

A wolf.

To be honest, no matter how I look at it, it looks like nothing more than a kitten.

It’s a kitten that doesn’t even have teeth yet.

No, if you think about it, there must have been something else to say it wasn’t a wolf.

“Not long ago, the editor came into my bed and…”

“Hehe.”

“Why are you just smiling?”

“Hehehe.”

“I asked you to make an excuse.”

“I don’t like it~♬”

It looks like you have no intention of saying anything.

Using this as bait, I will definitely get the results I want someday.

*

After finishing my walk, I got in the car and went to the restaurant.

This is one of the famous places where you can get a good view of the beach because it is located at a slightly high elevation, so much so that you will feel full just by looking at the view.

However, it is a bit disappointing that it is a reservation system.

This time I was in a hurry so I didn’t make a reservation…

“Did you pay a lot for an empty seat?”

“Yes. That’s how they sell seats here.”

There was a time before that my dad made a mistake in making a reservation and ended up having to go home.

At that time, I personally saw that the owner of the meat restaurant approached me like a broker and reassuringly collected the space rent.

The amount I paid this time was 200,000 won.

It’s expensive, but it’s not so much that you can’t use it on a date.

You might say that you could use that money to go somewhere else and improve the quality of the meal, but no matter how high the quality of the meal is, the barbecue is just there.

Besides, the only place where you can see a view as good as here is Haeundae.

Plus, the high rises in Haeundae are much more expensive than here.

And even if you enjoy the view, it is impossible to eat grilled meat while feeling the cold sea breeze.

“That’s right… It seems like a place that really cares about barbecue…”

“It’s really true. They also use smoked salt here.”

A large barbecue grill was placed next to us.

Then, he carelessly sprinkled the slightly gray salt on the table onto the meat on top.

“Even though the salt is not expensive, the taste is noticeably different.”

“How different is it?”

“The reason salt is bitter is because of magnesium chloride…….Editor?”

As I was chatting to myself, she rested her chin on the table and looked at me.

Just by listening to him shake his head and look happy, he looks like he’s having fun.

Also, I was the only one who was sincere.

You were really just talking to yourself!

“Hehehe. Your explanation is also cute.”

Now the editor reached out his hand and started poking my cheek.

I don’t hate it, but I can’t stand it if you keep treating me like a cute person.

“Ugh… I just keep saying it’s cute…”

“Cute things are called cute~♬”

Of course, I don’t have the power.

Not physical strength, but the strength to overcome her verbally.

It would probably be impossible to defeat the editor with words.

So what should I do?

Skinship?

Is that all there is to it?

“Oppa? Where are you going?”

She got up from her seat and tilted her head.

With a grin, I walked slowly and sat down next to her.

A shallow peach scent that spreads softly and secretly.

It seems like I sprayed perfume without my knowledge.

He grinned and snuggled closer to her.

Then, wouldn’t it make you flinch a little?

Even though I’m an editor, I’m an ordinary 24-year-old with no dating experience.

Before common sense changed, if you were a man, you would have been 24 years old.

If you think that a 25-year-old woman who is one year older than you is standing next to a 24-year-old man…

Oh… no matter how I think about it, it’s an exciting situation.

“Editor. Why do you keep making me test my patience?”

“Oh…oppa?”

“If you keep doing that, I might change my pick?”

“Well…I’m fine…”

What is okay?

Is it okay if I turn around and grab it and eat it?

But, conversely, I think I’ll get eaten.

Well… that doesn’t matter now, so leave it alone…

“What’s okay? It’s okay. Shall we just put it all aside today and say something?”

“Really? Am I still okay?”

“……Uh……”

Rather, since the editor came out calmly, I was left with nothing to say.

How should I proceed from here?

I just pushed it without even thinking about it, and ended up letting it out without any further thought.

But, you actually like it more.

As if he wanted that.

…..

What should I do?

“Oppa? Since my brother asked me to do it, I don’t mind.”

“Go…start with the meat.”

“All the meat is cut at the store.”

There really is no place to escape.

Who else in this world would be so stupid as to be caught in a trap he set himself?

“Oppa.”

“Yes!”

I was surprised.

I responded strongly to the editor’s call.

“I said you don’t have to use polite language unless it’s a public situation.”

“Well…but this is more comfortable.”

“Hmm… Okay. By the way, what do you think?”

“What…what?”

“Me. What do you think of me?”

That’s a really difficult question.

What do you think of the editor… cute editor.

Who do you want to take care of?

Who wants to see a smile every morning?

It’s just a pity that my poor mind can’t think of anything like that.

It seems like there are more ways to say it, but I can’t.

“So? What do you think?”

“Ma…I can’t say it.”

“A. You were the one who told me to drop everything and talk.”

“Yes, but…”

“Then shall I tell you first?”

“Yes?”

“I will do it first. Then my brother might talk.”

shit.

It seems like I fell into a trap and not a trap.

Did I know this would happen and was setting a trap?

Anyone can see that this is that type of trap.

“Actually. I liked you from the moment I first met you.”

“Jo…good…”

“When you came to sign the contract. At first, I was curious about someone, but the more I looked at it, the cuter it was, so I wanted to bite its cheek?”

Then he started listing off things that had happened in the past.

Most of the time, when he saw me next to me, he said he wanted to bite my cheek or pat my head, and most of them said things that had a strong stalker feel to them.

“And when my brother said he was writing a new work, I came down to Busan and worked hard.”

“The editor said he definitely came here because he was sent from above…”

“It’s all lies. I came to see my brother.”

“….”

So, the reason I came down from Seoul to Busan while working from home was because of me.

Because I always want to be by your side…

To have a headache.

How should I accept this?

“Now! I said everything. From how I came to like my brother, to what I did because I liked him.”

“No matter what, you moved from Seoul to Busan…”

“Uh-huh! I have no regrets whatsoever! Even in Seoul, I don’t have any friends.”

“Of course…”

If you have friends, you won’t just wear a suit both at home and outside.

They probably took her by the collar and bought her clothes.

“Now! Then now brother, tell me!”

“…Editor.”

“Dahye!”

“Dahye…?”

“Uh-huh! Dahye!”

“Dahye….”

“Hehe.”

Is that really that good?

I can’t help it… I have no choice but to tell the truth.

Would there be any point in delaying it here?

It’s just that we’re so embarrassed that we can’t see each other’s faces.

“I like you too…editor.”

Ah… I said it.

Words that I thought I might never say for the rest of my life came out of my mouth.

A word so sweet and bitter that I wonder if it was really what I said.

It felt like I was putting a piece of chocolate in my mouth.

It’s also chocolate with a fairly high cacao ratio.