“Your relationships are shit, but you think it’s not your fault at all?”
“I don’t know about that, but it’s somewhat your fault, okay?”
“Why act newly hurt and make a fuss! Talking about a hundred years together is ridiculous, let’s see how long it lasts! That bastard will also cheat or if you’re the second, my heart will be…”
Bang! I slammed the door hard and glared for a while. He made noise banging around and screaming, then soon became quiet. When I spun around, I made eye contact with Pujo hyung shaking his head. Before being told, I immediately crouched down and picked up the napkins.
“Hyung, don’t get mad and not get me the ticket.”
“Control your temper.”
“It’s because he was gently poking around about my guy as if he’d left it with him. Because of that bastard, I’m now a hundred-year couple.”
“Would he have thrown that tantrum at you because he’s crazy over a man he’s never even seen? His lingering feelings are still overflowing, but he’s provoked and irritated by you who’s eating well and living well in his face, so he just touched you. You could just pass it off as an ex-boyfriend making trouble whining that his stomach hurts.”
“It’s been who knows how long since we broke up and he still has lingering feelings?”
“It hasn’t even been four months yet. Does a person’s heart get cut off clean just because time passes? It’s not like there’s an expiration date.”
“Why can’t you cut it off?”
I stopped my hands and answered coldly.
“If it won’t work, you have to fold. Why hold on alone? Forgetting would be a hundred times easier than making trouble like that.”
“You too, really.”
Pujo hyung sighed.
“Just gather that up appropriately and throw it away. Can’t use it anyway.”
“Sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry about?”
All things considered, the warm-hearted Pujo hyung let it slide easily as always.
“But stop drinking now.”
“Okay.”
Even after picking up all the napkins, I remained crouching and quietly staring at the floor.
“Ah…”
“What?”
“This one kinda hurts.”
Pujo hyung leaned forward in surprise.
“Did you get hit too?”
“No, my chest.”
“Bullshitting, crazy.”
Hyung went inside with an expression wanting to pick up and throw the napkin container again. I rubbed the back of my neck.
“I really want to see Kang Ikwon.”
It’s dangerous.
I stood up and threw the gathered napkins into the trash can. The bundle fluttered like feathers and scattered among the garbage.
It was a game where I egged on Kang Ikwon with a bit of personal feelings, and Kang Ikwon safely tasted a slightly different world. A game where I offered myself like a sampler.
Big trouble.
Kang Ikwon is excessively affectionate, and I keep being drawn to Kang Ikwon whom I borrowed briefly without the owner knowing. Without even the resolve to steal him, just recklessly wavering.
When I end things with Kang Ikwon too, will I throw away memories like trash like this?
I thought while looking at the remains of the watch revealed among the napkins.
When this ambiguous relationship ends, what will I use to recall Kang Ikwon?
