I Dumped Her Not Knowing That She Was My Favorite

060. ugly bitch

[…brother.]

A sweet new song from Doa.

I had a feeling that this song was about to hit the jackpot, even though I only sang a very short line.

The composer seemed to have given Doa a part that was perfect for Luca’s part because he had such an excellent eye.

oh I’m really looking forward to it.

[yes?]

[Are you good at using the word ‘I love you’?]

saying I love you?

[Uh… I rarely use it?]

It was a word that even my parents couldn’t use because it was embarrassing.

I haven’t had a girlfriend so far, so I didn’t have much to write about.

Boys couldn’t use it.

[But why do you say it so easily?]

[yes?]

The disgruntled voice made me instinctively feel that I had done something wrong.

[…I really wanted to tell you when I really wanted to do it later, so I kept it.]

Disappointment drips from every single word.

[I’m annoyed while feeling a bit depressed.]

My girlfriend didn’t run away like last time.

Doa is honest about her feelings.

I also wanted to give a proper answer.

[Ah…but I didn’t just say that either.]

It was by no means an empty shell.

Because she really looked so lovely and it meant that I was rooting for her that much.

And I rarely use it in my current life, but it’s also a word I used a lot in chat…

[So you mean that you sincerely said to Luca something I hadn’t heard?]

[no. But Luca is you.]

If it was a problem because I praised other women or popular idols in front of Doa, I could understand it.

I knew at least that it was bad manners.

But this… you’re the one I’m talking about…

I sent Luca a message of support, but the fact that he was scolded made me feel a bit unfair.

[…but I don’t like it.]

[…hang up.]

Doa hung up without even listening to my answer.

The red window indicating that the call was terminated was indicating that the call was actually terminated.

In the video that was displayed on the monitor, Luca was still winking at me in a paused state.

“Ah… I got scolded because of you… Luca-tan.”

I started writing an apology letter to Doa, saying it was all because Luca was too cute.

* * *

Friday morning.

After washing my face and putting on my clothes, I left the house 10 minutes earlier than usual.

Because I didn’t want to go to school with my brother.

The more I think about it, the more I hate it.

what? Are you Luca?

under. really.

At the end, how nice it would have been if he had just said Doa instead of Luca.

Is it that hard to paraphrase those two letters?

I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets and kicked the poor floor.

In fact, in a more honest way, I wanted to hear the words I love you for the first time later when we felt affection for each other.

Looking into each other’s eyes in an atmospheric place.

I’ve never been in a relationship, but I thought that level could happen in real life.

And I said I was upset, but I hated him for making an excuse before an apology.

…나쁜 새끼.

There were several text messages from my brother, but I didn’t read them.

I was thinking of talking about it when the phone calls or when school is over later.

I don’t know. You’ll feel better after a while.

It was because I had no intention of breaking up with this anyway, and the saying that time is medicine was mostly right.

Classroom arrived earlier than usual.

After all, it was still a while before we started, so there were very few students.

I was browsing the internet taking out my class textbook and tablet.

“Are you Kim Doa?”

A shadow in front of the desk.

Unable to guess who the voice was, I raised my head and looked up.

It’s like hearing a voice for the first time.

A black leather jacket.

The make-up that made it thick whether there was an event anywhere.

Even at a glance, she seemed to have ‘I have a lot of Instagram followers~’ written on her forehead, and she called my name once again.

“Are you Kim Doa?”

“yes. That’s right.”

A fairly hostile tone.

I was annoyed by the casual conversation, but for now, I thought he was a senior, so I responded with respect.

She rolls her eyes up and down as if scanning.

She glanced at me from face to toe and smiled.

“hey.”

oh I really don’t like the name.

He was so rude to people he was seeing for the first time.

“Stop flirting with Han Taemin.”

And what came out of her mouth was none other than my boyfriend’s name.

“Who are you?”

Before answering anything, I was curious about this person’s identity.

what? this person?

“You don’t even recognize your seniors?”

What era are you talking about?

I was at a loss for words for a moment at such an overbearing comment.

You mean there are people like that these days?

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“I am 18 Park Ji-hee.”

“yes. So.”

“Stop messing with Han Tae-min.”

In the morning, I felt my discomfort index rise.

“excuse me. Seniors. I’ve never flirted with Taemin oppa, and I’ve never tried to get involved.”

I was so excited that I added one more word.

“And even if you say you did it because you gave in a hundred steps, don’t you think it’s not what your sister would say?”

“ah. Kids these days are really daring.”

His eyes looked down at bugs that he didn’t even want to see because they were disgusting.

I could feel the eyes of the students increasing one by one and moving towards us.

“Han Taemin and I are like that, so do your best. yes?”

She also lowered her head slightly as if she was worried about her surroundings and whispered in my ear.

“Because Taemin really hates that.”

I get goosebumps.

What the hell is this woman talking about?

My brother was not suspicious.

It was because my brother, who was watching TV for 60 hours a month, had converged to zero in my head.

But again, it seems that there is a corner that I believe in someone who has no contact at all, but…

It was a moment when the confusion was increasing and there were many things I wanted to ask.

“If you’re going to go earlier, it would have been nice if you had told me that you were going beforehand.”

A familiar voice came from behind.

He was my boyfriend who was ignored by me.

“uh? Taemin!”

A senior named Ji-hee, who had a sad smile on her face from a while ago, approached her brother.

“what. you.”

Still, as if he wasn’t someone he didn’t know at all, he answered the senior’s greeting with a dry voice.

“Why are you here?”

“hey. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, isn’t the greeting too sad?”

“What are you here to do?”

I was originally like this

Oppa’s speech and behavior now were the Taemin oppa that most people at school knew.

It was cold.

The words that did not feel a handful of affection contained only the contents of the business.

“ah. Because he’s been giving you trouble lately.”

The senior who trembled and nodded his chin slightly towards me.

“I was just trying to give you a little attention in case you were tired.”

The round-eyed older brother made eye contact with me.

Eyes that seemed to want confirmation.

I just stared at my brother without saying anything.

“…Doa has never made me tired?”

My older brother looked away from me and stared straight ahead.

“Ah, what are you talking about? Rumors about you being a stalker are rife at school these days because of him?”

“Did you have a lot of trouble? don’t worry anymore I’ll sort everything out.”

“After going back to school, if you have any difficulties, tell me. I help you.”

-match

The senior’s hand, which was on my brother’s shoulder, couldn’t reach my boyfriend’s body.

“…ah.”

The hand that has lost its place returns to its original place.

There was a slight red mark left on the back of the hand.

“…why don’t you ask for help.”

Even I hold my breath at the eerie expression.

I felt a completely different sense of difference from when he looked at me.

“Because I don’t need help.”

“Tae… Taemin.”

Not only the voice, but also the pupils of the senior begin to tremble as if an earthquake had occurred.

“Who are you to pay attention to Doa?”

My brother must have gotten more and more angry, so the level of his words went up like a gradation.

“When did I ask you to do something? And if you don’t even know if he’s a stalker or not, why do you go and argue with him? Couldn’t he be the victim?”

The older sister, who was driven into a corner, raised her voice as if she thought that she could not step back like this.

“You hate being bothered! You told me you absolutely hate rumors. So I did it out of a good heart to help out, but why are you doing this to me?”

The tip of the index finger filled with anger points toward my face.

“You keep being such an insignificant bitch.”

The senior was unable to speak.

It was because my brother grabbed that finger as it was.

“…Who are you to say that you don’t care about my girlfriend?”

My brother’s hand wrapped around my shoulder.

“I apologize. You ugly bitch.”

…But I think this unnie is objectively very pretty. brother.

Our public love affair started there.