Bye-Bye

The boss visited on Friday. He greeted me with a fuss after purchasing a pizza and was surprised to see my face.

It’s greatly improved, but it’s still not completely in good shape… He was astounded to learn that I didn’t even take a day off. He apologized for not telling the manager that he should have let me rest on my own.

Regardless, the entire company left work at 5 p.m. on the boss’s special order. I decided to wait at Ho-cafe in’s because I had an appointment with Choi Sung-hoon.

“Today… You look great. Where are you going?”

Ho-in complimented me on the clothes I cared for. I dressed nicely rather than warmly because I was going to the Picasso exhibition today.

“Thank you. I decided to meet Sung-hoon ssi today.”

“There is not a day when you don’t meet…”

“Haha, That’s true.”

I drank the citron tea while proudly smiling.  I could drink the tea well even if it was hot because my mouth didn’t swell a lot, but Ho-in purposely made it lukewarm for me.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Um, maybe… Wouldn’t  I just roll around?”

At the hotel.

“If you’re not going anywhere, I… I got a ticket. That…Rembrandt Exhibition.”

“Rembrandt?”

What? Was it a car?

“If you have time…together…Would you like to go?”

Ho-in asked very carefully. I’d already refused once, so I was very sorry to refuse again this time.

It was ambiguous to say that it was an appointment because it was not exactly a weekend appointment with Choi Sung-hoon, but because we stayed at a hotel on Friday night and continued. This means that even if Choi Sung-hoon suddenly says he has an appointment on Saturday morning and leaves, he can’t help it. He’s never done anything like that before, but…

“I’m sorry. My previous appointment…”

“Yes… as expected.”

Ho-in nodded as expected. He said brightly that he would sell it to his brother and went back inside.

I was truly sorry. If this occurs again, I should not refuse.

Tomorrow I must spend time with Choi Sung-hoon.

Because I can’t have sex for more than two weeks.

I drank citron tea and sent a message to Choi Sung-hoon.

[I left work early today haha]

[I’ll be at the cafe, so please come slowly]

Choi Sung-hoon♡ [I’ll leave now] 

The reply came quickly. I took a screen capture and immediately shared it with Won-jo.

[Look at this hahaha]

[Because of the boss I can leave early today]

[It’s only 5 o’clock now hahaha]

After waiting for a while, I got a reply.

Won-jo [Please…]

Won-jo [Stop…]

Won-jo [I’m not curious!!!!!!!!!!!!] 

Oh my. The reaction was already intense. I don’t think I sent it that many times…

I looked through the phone book, but there was no one to brag to except for Won-jo. Ho-in was also a bit… At least Sung-hyun was the only one who couldn’t send a conversation message to his older brother.

There was a lot to brag about these days, but I could only brag to Won-jo and Sung-hyun, so it wasn’t enough. While thinking about it, I remembered Sung-hyun talked about SNS in the past, so I decided to make it.

I quickly downloaded the app and created an ID. First of all, I sent it to Wo-jo and Sung-hyun.

[I made an ID hahaha]

Sung-hyun-i [Ohh, follow me]

I first took a picture of a citron tea and then posted it [I’m going to see Picasso today hehe.] 

Sung-hyun called me right away.

– Hyung, what Picasso?

“Picasso is a 20th-century Spanish painter whose works are currently on display in Korea. I’m going to see that.”

– No wonder… He suddenly looked for the director’s contact information.

Sung-hyun said in a tone that seemed to understand.

“What do you mean?”

– It’s nothing. Have a good look and see you on New Year’s Day!

Huh? Why would I see you on New Year’s Day?

The phone hung up before I could even ask.

Sung-hyun pressed “Like,” and a heart appeared.

The people I know were not a lot and most of them were my ex-boyfriends and no one else. I sighed. If I get married, I think I’ll hire a guest part-time job.

* * *

Choi Sung-hoon got out of the car wearing a dark navy long coat and a gray muffler. He drew the attention of the people in the cafe once again by holding out a bouquet of flowers. A bouquet of red roses was surrounded by mist flowers.

I took a picture and posted it on SNS after getting in the car, and then I asked Choi Sung-hoon.

“Does Choi Sung-hoon ssi also use SNS?”

“I don’t, but…”

Choi Sung-hoon read my post with serious eyes.

“It’s not good to reveal your destination to an unspecified number of people.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t have any enemies.”

As I dismissed it lightly, Choi Sung-hoon quietly frowned.

“It’s hard to say that you don’t have any enemies… so many of your ex…”

“Yes?”

“…Nothing.”

While I was speaking, he grabbed my chin and kissed me. Nowadays, we kiss passionately without having sex.

“Why did you leave work early today?”

“The boss let us go home early. He’s a good person who always lives young. He cares about me a lot because I’m a recessive Omega. Oh, he’s so cheerful that I keep forgetting that he’s Alpha as well.”

Then, Choi Sung-hoon’s eyes hardened.

“How old is he?”

“I think he is in his mid 50s?”

His expression, which was still not good, became even worse.

“It’s the age you like.”

Oh, cute! Really cute.

I leaned in close to Choi Sung-hoon and gently rubbed his wrinkled brow with my finger.

“Don’t think about it strangely. She’s a married woman with children. My ideal partner is a 196-centimeter-tall man with a scar on his cheek.”

When I said that, his expression softened a little. Choi Sung-hoon put his hand on my armpit and gently lifted me up and placed me on his tight thigh.

I hugged him and rubbed my cheek against the back of his neck, pretending to be cute. A serious, calm, and powerful scent encircled the tip of my nose.

What kind of perfume is this? I’d like to switch to the same perfume that he uses instead of the one that my ex-lover gave me.

We ate at the restaurant before heading to the exhibition hall. The fish dish was served, but I couldn’t eat a lot of it because my stomach hurt. I felt really bad for Choi Seong-hoon, who was sitting in front of me. Choi Sung-hoon seemed to think it was because my mouth had not yet healed.

The exhibition hall was located in Gwanghwamun. Choi Sung-hoon had informed me in advance that the number of people attending would be limited due to the fact that it was a hidden opening outside of the scheduled time.

Actually, there were only about ten people including us. As soon as we entered the hall, they politely greeted Choi Sung-hoon as if everyone knew who he was. I also received a curious gaze and a polite greeting. Some of them were wearing dresses. Even though it’s February, it’s still a cold winter…

We followed after everyone else had entered. Choi Sung-hoon smiled softly when he saw my excitement.

“You seem to be very interested in art.”

“It’s only natural that Picasso is regarded as a representative Spanish painter of the 20th century. Picasso learned to draw from his father, who taught him as a child. His most well-known works include <The Young Ladies of Avignon> and <The Ossuary>.”

Choi Sung-hoon looked at me for a moment, as if surprised. I become more excited.

“I like it better because he was an artist who tried an innovatively formative method of looking at the three-dimensional form from a three-dimensional perspective and dismantling and reconstructing it to fit the two-dimensional canvas.”

“…Innovatively formative method…?”

“Yes.”

Of course, I have no idea what that means. It was written that way on the site, but it seemed that Choi Sung-hoon was hearing it for the first time as well. The corners of his lips twitched with delight. It felt good to work hard on my memorization.

“Innovatively…”

Choi Sung-hoon was thinking about something when he pulled out his phone. After a while, he showed me a screen from a portal site where he had searched for Picasso and said,

“This seems to be a typo of ‘innovative’, Seo-yu ssi.”

“…”

“There shouldn’t be any good victims, so I’ll report the typo.”

He pretended to be serious, but a smile crept out of his mouth. It seemed that the previously omitted ‘like you’ could be clearly heard.

My face heated up in an instant.

After looking around and confirming that there was no hole to hide in, I grabbed the muffler around Choi Sung-hoon’s neck with my finger. I was going to hang this on a pillar. Choi Sung-hoon immediately stopped me…