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Young Bee isn't accurate, Young Bee,

as long as 1 week

I can't quite remember when I changed like this.

I guess it was the first time I met this kid.

..Mark Lee

or NCT Mark From School of Performing Arts Soul or Sopa

I still remember that before I came to compete, I only heard that he was an idol rapper, but I thought it was a young chicken who was forced to sit and memorize rap lyrics of his own band's song and then go out and perform art on it. Award stages or in music videos, that's all.

Today it's not like that and this kid is taking issue with it too.

Although he was as talented as the other contestants and was noticed, this lion cub didn't show the arrogance and arrogance of an idol at all. On the contrary, his neck was folded softly and he was full of liquor. Pla Ping is not very busy, has manners, is considerate, knows the right times, speaks well (talks a lot), has a good nature and likes to help. He got along with Yunho so well that everyone was surprised.

And another unique personality of this child is that he is so direct and clear that he doesn't care about anyone's eyes.

That still makes me feel funny. Thinking back to the time when the producer asked if there was anyone here who didn't know Youngbi.

Instead of keeping it quiet in your heart or letting go and pretending you know. This kid raised his hand and looked expressionless.

That's why I used that incident as an excuse not to call it a generic name at all.

It seems like everyone understood that I was angry at being humiliated, but in reality I wasn't.

This pronoun is what I like, and it's more appropriate for this stupid-faced lion cub.

“Hongwon, do you want anything? Yoonoh and I will go to the water cooler.”

“Same as usual, a bottle of mineral water too, Mark.”

Mark looked at me wide-eyed before nodding sadly and grabbing his wallet and walking out with his best friend next to him. I looked until the white-faced kid's back disappeared behind the door and picked up my phone to check my list. Home of various subjects that need to be done and various notifications that have been left over.

“Er Hong, Mark is the same year as you, just eight months apart. Then why did you call Mark a bastard?”

Byungho, who was sitting there smiling until his cheeks puffed out, suddenly took his eyes off the game on his phone and turned to ask me about this.

“Well, I want to call. I don't like that it makes me lose face. He was born the same year as me, so I call him a bastard. Eight months is enough time apart to make me have Mark's older brother status. What's the matter?”

If Byungho had been bothered since the beginning when I started calling Mark Mark, he would have gotten a better answer that I was willing to give. But this is just asking when me and the others have been close for several weeks now. It's not unusual for me to make an annoyed face and answer like this. Are you really my friend? Why don't you seem to care about me, my dear friend Byungho?

“Is that all? I think I lost to Mark's innocent childishness and couldn't resist calling him by a childish name."

Actually, my friends really care about me and really understand me.

Knowing that your friend's mouth doesn't match your heart, he will still try to push you into a corner.

But Mark is really a child. He was about the same height as me, and about the same age. But why does his face make me feel like I'm looking at a ten year old child every time I look at it? Likes to talk softly but isn't annoying. When he's really interested in something, he stares intently until his eyes widen. While on the racing stage, he was amazingly cool and his smile was bright and cheerful, like he had changed the atmosphere around him into a field of sunflowers.

Hong Won confesses that he never thought of liking a child this much before. Damn it.

“ Not as close as the Goodik Kids, but you can call him Mark with all your heart. I didn't think Mark looked that neat. Won't he like it?"

Today, Byung Ho is in drama love mode, everyone, oh Jesus. A hundred days, a thousand years, Young Bee has never seen it.

Well, what if I don't like it?

Good or bad, he might hate me. Mark is a good boy. Behind my back, they might call me 'Hongwon' and all sorts of evil creatures, and right now there might be ten pages of raps cursing me on my phone.

If that's really the case, what should I do? Society.

Today there are so many haters alone, it's exhausting.

“Why do I have to be afraid that he won't like me when I don't think of him as anything more than a friend--”

My mouth, which was quicker than my thoughts, blurted out words to defend myself, but it didn't seem to work when I heard the next sentence of my conversation partner, who was continuing to pick up the phone without any distress.

“Before saying this, have you asked yourself? Do you think your heart answers the same way as your bad mouth says, my dear friend?”

Uh huh. I got one flower today. Did he eat more than two bottles of something? unusual speech

I feel like I'm sitting in the middle of this Hongwon's heart. He really deserves to give me the Outstanding Friend award.

“Am I sure? Otherwise, how could I say the sentence just now with my mouth full?”

This time, Byungho took his eyes from the phone to my face instead. He stared at me carefully for a moment before speaking.

“Let it be as you said, friend. You should know that your mouth doesn't match your heart. It has hurt many people over and over.”

So sharp, my friend. Shed crocodile.

#ABOUTIMARK

That was the previous event. Lately my life has been spent going back and forth to the Dick Kids studio and spending most of my time with the gang, with very few times I've been with Mark. Because there are many missions to do, whether it be practicing dancing, writing songs, rehearsing stages on music shows. Prepare for a comeback

Fanzines and other things that haven't been told to me and my friends yet. But sometimes when it is necessary to be present for a quorum, Mark is willing to return late in order to successfully discuss the team's work. I believe that every team must have necessary meeting activities like this. Which I think is a good thing. Practicing meetings with team leaders allows us to exchange ideas more and see more of each other's personalities through our work.

And of course, we got to see some aspects of the people on the team that people outside the team didn't have the chance to see as well.

Once the atmosphere of the team was too tense and there was no conversation for ten minutes, Chulku, a good man who was trying to find a way for everyone to cheer up, suggested that we fold the project and play games first. Spin the Bottle game mixed with King game True Order and the like are ordinary games that even people who are not alcoholic people know about. But this is another time when Mark raises his hand to ask everyone out of ignorance.

Mark's youthful colors are clearly paler than those of the villagers. until feeling irritated

That said, you have to pretend at least once to feel it.

After that, I secretly teamed up with two other friends next to me to join the movement to add color to Mark Lee's life. Those two continued whispering to the people in the circle until finally it was almost complete. Except for Mark Lee and Yunho. The plan was that whenever the bottle hit Mark in True Order, everyone would cheer for him to drink instead of telling the truth.

again and again Yunho sitting next to him, Mark's clingy friend, could only look at his soft-headed friend who was getting drunk with worry, not knowing that this was a double-profit cheating trick that I had come up with specifically.

Because when a weak-willed person like Mark gets drunk even though he doesn't choose to tell the truth, However, when alcohol takes control of one's consciousness, various truths will leak out.

In addition to being handsome, he's also smart, truly worthy of Yang Hong Won! *pop*

“Ah Yunho, look at that. The stars are really beautiful.”

Mark, who was starting to get drunk like a dog, was pointing his stick around randomly. And I'm sure I wasn't as drunk as Mark, because there were no windows or holes in this room that could see the sky outside, except that Mark had imagined it from the picture of a comet hanging on the opposite wall. with it

“Mark, we think Mark is drunk. Do you want to go back to the dorm?”

Yunho suddenly grabbed the lion cub's face and looked closely at him with eyes that showed special concern.

I guess I wasn't drunk. But why is his head so hot?

“No, no, going back to the dorm is very boring, Yunho, don't you know that?”

Mark Lee spoke with a careless voice, causing the listeners next to him to laugh along.

“Go back to Pai's dormitory. You must have been exposed to this and that, so it's better to stay with everyone here than make fun of me.”

Mark's speech faltered like a child learning how to speak. His white face was now red from the alcohol. His red lips moved up and down, making non-stop chattering noises. Those eyes filled with happiness and narrowed until they resembled a vowel. And then... The lion cub became seriously drunk and started harassing the villagers by squeezing that person's mouth and hitting this person's arm.

Stumbling down on top of him sometimes, the peak would be the Russian dance mixed with his divine B-boy steps for us to watch until it caused a lot of hilarious noises. and many other things too difficult to describe in its messiness.

'..but looking at it all together, it's very charming..'

Suddenly, the unknown song that Luda had listened to ten times yesterday popped into my head.

What's so charming? Where is that lion cub?

Besides being hot-headed Why is my face starting to get warm?

'..No need to be shy. I really think..'

That's right! This crazy ghost song! Surely the lyrics are like this? When I go home, I have to find out what song it is, what language it is, what the lyrics say. Dad will listen to it from morning until evening and sing the whole song, so wait and see.

I downed the entire glass to quell my distraction and looked around. Mark Lee continues to talk about water flowing and electricity going out, recounting various heroic deeds that are most heartbreaking. Heartbroken love and heartbreak in childhood The house's secrets were about itself and a lot of other things, but not even an hour had passed before he fell asleep with his head on Yunho's shoulder.

Having said that, Mark's stillness is better in another way. Because I had looked at it for a longer time than when I was awake, when I looked at it I felt that the features on its face were even more precious, including the short eyebrows that looked like the wings of a seagull. The eyelids are soft-colored and the eyelashes are lined up beautifully. The nose bridge is quite prominent. He is busy breathing slowly and evenly, with a soft whistling sound. I didn't know that Mark was snoring with him as well.

But what kind of crazy person can snore this cutely?

I really want to move him to snoring on my lap instead.

Hey! Hongwon, what the hell are you thinking? Mark is a man!

I don't know when my thoughts and my heart are mixed together. A smile that couldn't be traced was already spreading on my lips.

#ABOUTIMARK

At first, I thought my life was normal.

Until the day I opened my heart The day my heart got to know that kid, it became faster than ever.

Because happy times always pass quickly, everyone says that.

A party will inevitably end its day. This fact is difficult for anyone who encounters it to accept. I am no exception.

Especially today The night of the final round of the final stage of the program, Kodueng Rapper.

After the competition At the rehearsal room on the top floor of the studio building at almost midnight, a group of senior producers ordered a large set of alcohol and snacks to treat us to celebrate the successful closing of the show and to congratulate the new champion. and relieve stress completely The members of each team happily congratulated me on my success. Originally, I had planned to drink a glass of alcohol to rejuvenate myself and hurry home to sleep. But when I looked over and saw that there was only fried chicken, I immediately had to pick up the phone and call someone.

“Where are you Mark? Go back to Brother Chulku's fried chicken. Let's eat together.”

“Oh, and with that, I called to check. Why don't you and me call like this?”

Let me tell you, the germs of teasing have spread to everyone around me, and Hamin, who talks to the least of the villagers, is still not spared.

"Oh, I just woke up. Please wait a moment."

His voice was very quiet, a good confirmation that Mark wasn't lying because after the last meeting at the gas station he said he would go back to the dormitory with everyone but after that he disappeared somewhere, leading me to believe that before I called. He was probably asleep somewhere in this building.

Because lately he's been complaining that he's been so stressed out that he can't sleep while talking on the phone with someone, presumably his brother in the band, whose name is Taeyong. As the competition got closer, it became more and more stressful until today.

So, did I call and interrupt his happy sleep?

Instead of rejecting or not answering the phone and continuing to sleep, it can be done. Because I believe that everyone does it. But here he agreed even though he hadn't even woken up for five minutes to receive the call.

I suspect that the company often encounters dance practice until late at night, with hardly any time to sleep like this. It's a pity that this happened. To the end I was free and had to sleep because I could barely find time to sleep.

But why must there be drama about Mark?

“Uh, Hongwon, where are you? We're going--”

I held the line without thinking about wasting call fees. But before long, a loud bang came through the phone. I was startled and rushed out of the practice room where I was starting to have a lot of fun until it was so loud it almost drowned out the conversation on the phone because of the grilled fish medicine liquor that Brother Chulku had brought for me.

"Hey Mark, you're so clumsy, where are you?"

I shouted into my smartphone, mentally restless like never before.

The mouth seems to scold. But in my heart this is different for everyone. I still think about it and worry if it did something to him or not.

Every tool here is expensive. Even though I'm sure it will be worth it.

But I believe that the payment must be made in the name of the company, which is certain that it will definitely be scolded like a depressed boy scout.

Wait, then why do I have to get so flustered because another person is so calm?

No, the weather is definitely cold, Hongwon. Otherwise, how could you shake like this? You wouldn't even be worried about Mark.

“Oh, we're on the next floor. Hongwon is in--”

“Wait there, I'll go find you.”

I cut in and grabbed my backpack and ran down the fire escape to the ground floor. The next thing I knew, I was standing in front of the corridor. This second floor is a place that we don't visit often because we don't have much necessary business and we don't know who will be on this floor. It's just that none of the lights on the ceiling in the corridor were turned on.

It seemed like the air conditioner on this floor was set to be colder than the other floors, which made the atmosphere now feel completely dark and lonely.

Walking around, turning on all the lights on the entire floor and examining each room one by one, I almost lost hope and mentally cursed Mark that he must have told me the wrong floor until the door to the last costume room on the floor opened.

“Are you here by yourself?”

Thinking of relief, I went to help the other person lying on the carpeted floor and picked up the wings. Mark was now in a state that was almost impossible to see. It wasn't because he was on any immoral drugs, but the under eyes and shabby appearance of his face were so evident that I almost forgot the natural makeup that was slapped on his face almost every day.

A lion cub from the panda lineage has been born and is named Mark Lee.

“You seem very sleepy. Do you want to go back to the dormitory? I'll send it to you."

“No, Chulgu hyung is going to raise chickens, right? Hongwon isn't going.”

Aside from being so sleepy and tired that you can't even watch, are you also going to be selfish about eating, you son of a bitch?

But his voice when he was sleepy was really confused.

I turned on another light and looked around to check the neatness of the room and was relieved of my worries that the loud bang just now on the phone was the culprit of the tight clothes rail blocking Mark's path from the sofa to the door. And I guessed that this lion cub was so sleepy that he stumbled over these hanging rails and fell all over the place.

I hurriedly took Mark out of the room because I was afraid he would freeze to death before stopping in front of the men's restroom between the stairs before going up to the top floor. As for the costume room and the heroic deeds that Mark created, I may have to let go first. Wait for the staff here to come back and arrange the rooms themselves.

“Your face is hot. If you have a fever, you'll make a fuss about turning on the air conditioner in that room, it's so cold."

I reminded the person in front of me who was leaning against the sink counter. Mark's expression was not good. This caused the back of my hand to rest against his smooth forehead for a moment before he spoke like that.

It's true that a fever like this requires bed rest, but whoever made it turn on the air conditioner makes it that cold?

“Haha, at first it was hot. This outfit is heavy and tight, so I couldn't take it off.”

After saying that, Mark Lee smiled and narrowed his eyes while his face was red from a fever before pointing out the outfit he was wearing for today's performance. Every piece of clothing and accessories was still on him exactly like before the competition. This shows that when the competition ended, he rushed straight to this room and lay down to rest even though he refused to change out of his clothes.

I really respect it. If it were me, I would probably have to go back and change into normal clothes first. There's no way to sleep with these uncomfortable clothes on.

“What the hell are you covering up? Your pants are wide-legged. It's almost like a skirt.”

It's true. Mark's outfit looks hip-hop today. All white, matching its blonde hair. Standing on the stage, he also looked dignified and had an aura to him.

But when I'm sitting here Hongwon doesn't want to talk...

Don't try to describe eroticism at all. But it is necessary to tell the whole story.

Two hours ago, the team made an appointment for all of us to see an overview of the entire final EP to confirm that all content would be used in the broadcast, and we were responsible for just nodding our heads and watching it finish as a ceremony. That's it.

Normally, when we sit and watch something together like this, we always have to yawn and cry and make us fall asleep. I don't really care about broadcasting, airtime, ratings, or all those crazy love lines. It's not worth anything. With my life after a bit It's better to take the time to sleep.

The LED screen began to show a video that was progressing. I yawned so unconcernedly that the person next to me had to kiss me on the mouth. The video was playing for almost half the time. At some point, I was sitting with my chin on my back and about to fall asleep on Hamin's back. I was startled awake by the whispering voices of the people behind me, who immediately listened and my ears perked up.

“You guys, look at what I'm doing with Mark's pants legs.”

Honestly, if anyone whispers or talks loudly, this Hongwon won't be in much trouble. Plus, I can sleep easily without looking like this, but because the keyword "Mark" echoes loudly in my ears, I have to open my eyes to see the TV screen clearly.

Yes, it's true of the person who said it.

What is this?

Mark's outfit looked nothing unusual on the surface, but once he sat down, The front camera angle was capturing the atmosphere in the room of the final round contestants, which was displayed on the screen. Nothing stood out to everyone's eyes more than the wide legs of his pants. What the hell were these pants showing off the inside of his thighs? It's very deep. Also, the cross-legged position, which is Mark's usual sitting position, can be considered quite dangerous to the eyes of viewers like me. Mark Lee on the screen is now talking and staring at the TV screen that is holding his hand. While broadcasting the stages of the other contestants, I was very interested, clearly not realizing that I had made a mistake.

Oh My God and Jesus Mourning love for Yang Hong Won's eyeballs and Mark Lee's thighs

Actually, he's not that bad. But looking at it for this long, am I going to dream about it? It gives me goosebumps!

But in bad luck, there is also good fortune, and the only thing that is considered good luck for Mark right now is that he has beautiful, smooth legs without unkemptness, making it comfortable to look at and not have to find a plastic bag to puke in because I'm disgusted by the shin hair of men like me. I don't know what it was treated with or how many times they were forced to wax their legs.

But Mark's legs are really white. You're very white. Just looking at the screen, it's white, smooth, and flawless, unlike the skin on my face (Tud).

Do I have to be envious of him being born with this goodness? Even just looking at his legs is pleasing to the eye. Think about it.

And with legs this white, imagine how white the inside of the clothes would be when you take them off?

...Show off all your sensuality. Yang Hong Won is sorry. Let's go back to the current picture.

“Haha, the stylist made us wear it like this. Where can I change it?”

When he finished speaking, he laughed. Is there something on my face that made me keep looking and laughing like this?

“Actually, I would like to choose what to wear myself, like Hongwon. I put it on and it looks really good. Really cool, we like it.”

Mark Lee, a patient, came up to speak and smiled in a good mood, causing me, who was bending down to wring out enough water from a handkerchief to dampen my face, to quickly turn around and look at the other person in surprise.

What? Just now, Mark complimented me on how cool I was?

Did this kid take medicine and forget to shake the bottle? All of a sudden, we started seeing each other like this.

“Like me, I'm cool. Haha. It's way beyond the level of being cool. This is called handsome times ten.”

I was silent for almost ten seconds before answering with confidence, give me five and give me a hundred. It's not. It's necessary to make a joke and laugh to cover up the mistake. If the sick person sees that I'm embarrassed like this, then it's not cool.

“Whatever you want to multiply, just multiply it, Hongwon, but..”

Mark suddenly stopped speaking and looked at my face. Why was his handsome face still attached to my face?

“Did Hongwon catch the fever from us that quickly? Your face is all red."

He didn't say anything, but he still raised his hand to my forehead as if it wasn't enough for me to do so, even dragging his hand to touch my cheek, a restricted territory that normally only my mother could touch.

My heart is racing. I secretly breathed in and out with difficulty. Those clear eyes stared unwaveringly with lust. Trying to mask my true feelings made me have to make eye contact. They looked at each other like that for several minutes.

I hate myself for being able to express every emotion with everyone except Mark Lee.

I really want to say that, actually, I'm not infected with your fever. I'm attracted to your cuteness. Huh.

Hey, it's funny to even say it.

I don't know how they knew my thoughts. All I know is that if I let out this sentence, the other party wouldn't play along. I would definitely be shocked and go say hello to the South Korean people in the ICU instead.

“You are drunk with a fever. What's wrong with your red face? I'm strong."

I pretended to keep my face calm and answered, then grabbed the handkerchief that had just been soaked in water and wiped the lion cub's forehead in order to make the fever subside somewhat, but Mark still looked at me wide-eyed, as if he hadn't relieved his doubts one bit. My eyes noticed that the red cheeks had faded somewhat and I sighed a little before bending down to wash my handkerchief to wipe myself again.

“So you're going to wear this heavy outfit back? Once we get to the dormitory, are you okay with taking off this heavy necklace?”

I thought as I looked at his face, alternating with his most complete outfit. Honestly, a person like Mark doesn't have to wear a lot of stuff like this, even if he just wears a shirt, a leather jacket, and high-heeled shoes. Da is also handsome and could easily take on Chinku, Nuna, Eomma or the aunt next door.

"Okay, I'll just go back to the dormitory for a moment."

“Just a moment. Damn you. It took almost an hour to walk from here to the dorm, and I bet that by the time I got to the dorm, I would have passed out and died in front of the shoe rack.”

Why do I have to say something so over-the-top and overact? Why do I have to use so many vulgar words about it? I really don't understand.

That's it. It makes your face twisted. You don't have to make a face of pity, you don't have to.

*holds heart*

“Hongwon, we're not that big.”

The lion cub turned to look at me with wide eyes before he opened his mouth with a small smile. I'm betting that when he was pleading with his mom in Canada, he definitely had to use this stick, otherwise it wouldn't come out when he was drunk. That nickname at home is... How embarrassing is it?

“Not that much. But you are heavy, I know.”

I said while secretly smiling at the cute expression of the white man next to me before grabbing the other's arm and rolling up the sleeve until it was short enough to wipe easily.

"So Hongwon knows everything about us? How is it that he's our father and has the right to scold us?"

The lion cub began to hiss like a kitten, obviously suffering from a fever. How dare you speak to me like this? Normally, I'm so grumpy that my body is bent like a shrimp, not daring to say anything at all. This looks threatening and looks like the hammer is dropping its claws. Really worth beating, son of a bitch.

I really want to tell you that I don't want to be a father, but I want to be someone who knows his heart.

Wait, what is the sentence above? Yang Hong Won is taking it a lot again.

"You're talking too much. Is it a good idea to pour water on me to make my fever go away?"

“Hongwon is so mean. After the show is over, are you still trying to tease us?”

Mark spoke like a person who complained. Not only that, but he still looked into my eyes and made a crinkled face in the manner of a ten-year-old Mark Lee. But now there's Wong Mee too? He has become very arrogant. If it's like this, when the show ends and they meet again, why don't they call him Ai Hong at all? That's too bad, boy.

“It's okay to pretend. If I really want to tease you, why do I come and wipe my body for you?”

Suddenly, it was like I was suddenly pulled into drama mode. Let me tell you, I wasn't prepared for it either.

“Let me wipe it myself. Even my hands are not lame. But of course I will still wipe it for you.”

“ ...U..uh ”

The time for leading actors like you to speak is over. Mark, please let the leading men speak their minds.

“If I really want to tease you. Why would I carry you out of that polar room? Wouldn't it be better to turn the air conditioner up to negative and then let you freeze to death?"

"I'm doing this because I'm worried, you slut."

Even if you're not impressed, you'll still scold Hongwon. This is really Hongwon, society.

"Oh.. I know.." Mark lowered his head almost to his chest as he lightly scratched his red cheek. I hurriedly turned my head away before I was the one who lost in his cuteness and blurted out my thoughts that I had prepared. Let's keep it until it's completely overflowing.

“I apologize for many things. that I did to you.”

I glanced at Mark who nodded and smiled slightly. As he sat on the sink counter with a relaxed expression, bright eyes, his feet swayed playfully.

Strangely, he didn't stare at me like he used to.

It was as if he knew that the following events had to be understood more with the ears and heart than with the eyes.

“I like to call you Mark in a blunt way. It's not because I hate you.”

“But it's because I love you.”

That sentence made the person next to me blink. Mark Lee continued to focus his eyes on his toes, even though he didn't realize that his two soft cheeks were turning red to the point of being obnoxious.

That made me hold back as much as I could so that I wouldn't get nervous and keep saying those things until the end.

“With the puppy at home, I call him 'Big'. Do you know why?”

The blond haired man seemed very interested in the answer. Mark Lee tilted his head to listen. Which makes it even more adorable.

“Because it's cute and adorable.”

In the split second that the brain of the person next to me interpreted, he bent down and avoided me harder than before. That made me easily guess that the embarrassment on his cheeks had now spread to his ears and entire face. At the same time, I'm still trying to be calm and not lose my form, which frankly is very difficult...

Come on, you almost made me lose my history as a quiet person in 2017.

This time, I won't be so embarrassed that I have to tell me because I'll let him know!

“As many times as I have tried to rationalize these feelings, I have discovered that there aren't any.”

"The reason isn't because of you, Mark."

Once again, he didn't answer, but just scratched his head to explain his embarrassment until he was completely confused. And I don't know what inspired me to move myself in front of him and hold his soft, hot face to look up and look at me.

And it was another time when I was lucky enough to see the cuteness of this busy person that I'm sure no one has ever seen before.

Even though the condition under Mark's eyes was very messy. But I was pleased to see that this lion cub was so shy.

“Ah..can you stop talking so grumpily..”

"What right do you have to scold me for talking greasy? My mother isn't."

It's time to hit back with a similar pattern sentence. I feel like I'm losing my life when a boy eight months younger than me insults my deep feelings like this. I want to say that Hongwon never takes care of me in these matters. No matter what you write down or say, it's not purely from the heart. Believe me.

“Even if it's not mom, at least it's someone Hongwon likes?”

Hruk got the second dart of the day, Hongwon.

Can I buy this sentence? I'm going to take it and listen to it all night.

“What, who said they liked it, didn't they?”

Today I especially feel like I'm talking more and I'm starting to feel annoyed at my stubbornness.

Hey! I like it, I don't like it, I say it!

“Oh Hongwon, ask the dog, even the dog knows.”

There, look at it.

"If I really don't like you, I'll go flirt with Jaemin."

It doesn't matter that I'm dumber than a dog. I'm crying because of that last sentence.

I didn't hear anything wrong. Mark Lee said that he was going to flirt with Bang Jae Min, his expression was very serious.

But oh my gosh, imagine it no matter what you think.

This is clearly joining forces with the Pony in the Lavenderland movement.

“Just kidding, it's so annoying. Just kidding, our Hongwon has a tense face, haha.”

I'm sorry, Mark. It's enough to take one at a time. Come, sir.

When I can carry it home, I'll have to call my husband in almost no time, oh my!

“Normally, I don't have anyone in mind. I really miss work and family.”

Well, of course, breathing in and exhaling is dance moves with rap lyrics like this, who wouldn't know?

“But this time I will try to reduce the time I have to think about work and think about Hongwon.”

Mark smiled sweetly as usual, not knowing whether he was hot or cold.

Does he know that my heart was so easily blown away because of his words?

“It doesn't matter, right? Dear champion,

J ”

Smiling like this, is Canada exporting sugarcane as its main business? Just this makes me so lost that I can't hold my head up anymore!

END.

The writer's thoughts: The team brewed it all at once and drank it all at once.

It's a shock day that took a long time to get married. It took a week to squeeze out this much.

But it's still a mess. _ . 55555555555555555555555

Anyway, thank you to all the readers who fell in and choked on our unimaginable happiness here. *Bows almost in lap*

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Yes.

#1-edit : 13/04/2560 :

There are some harsh words.