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Park Sungjin

Kim Wonpil

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[Hello Wonpil]

"Hello, is there something wrong with your phone?"

[If you don't have it, can't you call?]

“Sigh…” The little man sighed.

[Just want to hear] That person's soft voice said,

“Sungjin hyung, come on, I'm going to sing now.” The person here could only act like he was in a hurry to cover it up, but in reality he was secretly smiling shyly, alone behind the small stage of a restaurant.

[I'll ask why don't you come to learn driving this Sunday?]

“Go read a book to prepare for the dormitory exam.”

[How many people went?] The soft voice at first sounded harder. But the audience still secretly smiled at that question.

“Go with 4-5 people.”

[Then leave] The other party's voice softens. [Is it the same shop? Do you want me to go pick it up?]

"up to you"

It wasn't long before the call was cut off because of Kim Wonpil. Music student majoring in piano I have to get up and sing. Wonpil works part-time, singing at night at a restaurant.

The sweet voice kept singing until late at night, when Wonpil's turn finally ended. The small figure picked up the backpack he had left and checked his belongings to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Then he slung it over one shoulder and walked to the parking lot behind the store to find Park Sungjin, knowing that he would come to pick him up. At the shop like last time.

“Hi.” Before reaching the car, the taller man leaning against the black sedan greeted the small man.

“Sungjin hyung,” Wonpil waved a small hand at the other person.

“Why don't you try driving back today? It's late and there aren't a lot of cars,” he said, handing the car keys to Won Pil.

“...You can try.” The small figure seemed a little hesitant but accepted the key and opened the car door and sat in the driver's side.

Park Sung Jin and Kim Won Pil got to know each other a month ago at the driving academy. Sung Jin was Won Pil's teacher. The thick man admits that he has a crush on the short guy, which is different from how he normally invites students to chat while teaching. It turned out that the more we talked about it, Wonpil was a friendly person.

Smiling easily as usual makes the two of them easily become close. And until now, both of them knew that they were closer than teachers and students…

“Don't forget to fasten your seatbelt.” Without saying a word, Sungjin leaned over and pulled up the seatbelt and fastened it on the little man, causing their faces to be so close that they could almost feel the other's breathing, which Sungjin intended. It was like that. A thick figure stared into the eyes of a smaller man who also looked at him nervously. He spoke to Wonpil without backing up even after he finished fastening his belt.”

You won't pass the driver's license test."

That incident caused Wonpil's face to become so hot that he couldn't say anything. After that, the little guy could only drive back to his dorm with Sungjin offering advice from time to time, and Wonpil would probably not have started a conversation properly if Sungji I'm not the one who invites you to talk first.

“Next time I study for the last time, I can take the driver's license test,” the thick man said.

“Uh, I hope you pass, hahaha.”

“If you don't pass, then go back to being an upperclassman, hahaha.” Sungjin joked, and Wonpil secretly thought about whether it would be good or not to pretend to fail so he could come back to study with the older man. But whatever. He and Sungjin were able to meet up later anyway. “But pass the exam so you can drive yourself anywhere. Taking a taxi is dangerous,” Sungjin said sincerely.

“If I get a driver's license, the first place I'll drive to is your mom's pork belly restaurant.” That's right... Wonpil is so close to Sungjin that he knows what the other person does for a living at home.

"Come, I'll treat you."

“You talk like it's your own shop,” the little man teased.

"Just a little more and it will be yours. Besides, your mother doesn't mind if you raise us. Haha."

“Why?” asked the small figure, still not taking his eyes off the road ahead.

“Mommy, I want you to find a girlfriend.” That sentence made Wonpil accidentally cross the lane for a moment, but luckily there were no other cars nearby.

“Be careful.”

“It's me.” Wonpil pursed his lips. Cheeks became brighter and pink.

“It's true, Mom, I'd really like it if I had a boyfriend who was a piano teacher.” The speaker could only talk and smile, but the person listening while driving had to try to focus on the road ahead, even though he wanted to keep his head down because Embarrassed, the person next to me really wanted to tell Sungjin that if you love life, don't push too hard right now.

Wonpil parked the car in front of the dorm where he lived, without turning off the engine. The little man stepped out of the car, not forgetting to grab his own backpack, and Sungjin got out of the car and followed him to him. In front of the dormitory door

“Hurry up and go to bed, it's getting late,” the taller man said. “And next Sunday, don't forget to hurry and reserve a class slot, or if the class is full with a handsome teacher like you, I won't be able to help.” Park Sung Jin gave an irritating smile that made his small body purse his lips.

“Very hot, probably.”

“Not much at all.”

“Ee, you are so cocky, I think you are very handsome.”

“I don't know if I'm handsome or not, but I like it, don't I?” This teasing made Wonpil's face brighten again.

“Better go to bed, I'm sleepy,” the small figure shyly said, then hurriedly turned his back to the thick figure, hiding his red cheeks. “Please drive back carefully.”

“Hahaha.” Sungjin laughed a little at the cuteness of the person in front of him. Even though he didn't want it to be seen that he was blushing, he couldn't tell if he was blushing like this. "Sweet dreams, see you later," the thick man said with a smile on his face.

“Uh..” Wonpil answered in his throat, still turning away when he heard the sound of the car door closing and turned around to look. I found that Sungjin had not left the car yet, and his handsome face still flashed a smile that made Wonpil's heart flutter. The little one, who was still shy, could only raise his hand to wave a little goodbye. Then the thick figure drove away.

Sunday

Every Sunday, Kim Won Pil has to learn to drive, but last Sunday was actually supposed to be his last, if not for reading a book with a friend that had to be postponed to today instead of Won Pil driving. Cars go down the road during the day. Because it's a holiday The traffic was not congested as much. Overall, the little person was beginning to drive fluently. Park Sungjin therefore hardly needed any additional teaching.

Along the way, the two of them talked happily like always, about music, university, Sungjin's mother's restaurant, and other miscellaneous matters. But Park Sung Jin was careless, keeping his eyes on the road and observing Won Pil's driving.

"Keep to the left or we'll split in front and turn left."

“Okay,” Wonpil accepted and followed the small figure, looking in the left mirror and the rear window, then carefully changed lanes, not forgetting to turn on the left turn signal. When they reached the intersection, the little person was able to quickly make the car turn left. beautiful

“Very good,” Sungjin praised, then smiled in amusement and spoke. “Should I turn left into the hotel ahead?”

“Ugly!!” He didn't say anything, a small hand reached out and hit his strong arm, not lightly or hard, but Wonpil still didn't take his eyes off the road ahead.

"Now that you're good at driving, let's get down to business," the thick man said jokingly. “Then I don't know why you hit me. Just saying that the food at this hotel is delicious is all.”

“…” The little man pursed his lips because he knew he had been teased.

“I don't know what you're thinking.”

“Brother!!!” A sweet voice rose loudly with a bright color on his face that couldn't be hidden, causing laughter because of affection from the person sitting next to the driver very well.

Sungjin opened the door of his mother's grilled pork belly shop in the afternoon. Today was a holiday. And Sungjin is no longer in line for driving lessons and returns to eat delicious food made by his mother. It seems like a sensible idea, but it looks like Park Sungjin's day isn't over yet.

A small person in a new gray V-neck shirt smiled brightly at him even before he had even stepped into the shop. The small figure who had last talked through chat in the morning stood up as Sungjin walked in. That wide smile hasn't faded yet.

“How did you get here?” said a deep voice with a smile on his face because he was happy to see the person in front of him. “Don't tell me…”

“Bingpong! That's right, I passed my driver's license test,” Won Pil answered with a wide-eyed smile and explained that the car parked on the nearby sidewalk belonged to his mother, which Won Pil had been able to use since day one. from now on

“Did you pass the test and drive here?”

“Yes, I told you I would be the first,” a sweet voice replied.

“Is this the little Wonpil you always tell me about?” As they were talking, a middle-aged woman's voice interrupted her as her body approached, “She's cuter than in the picture, Sung. Jin”

“I told you, you're cute.” The thick man turned to whisper to his mother who was smiling fondly. Kim Wonpil was afraid that if he said it loudly, the little man would blush even more because of Mrs. Park's compliment. He almost made Pilmuddin run away.

“Did you pass the exam? Congratulations,” Mrs. Park said kindly, sending one hand to gently pat Wonpil on the upper arm. “I've been sitting here for a long time and I didn't notice it was Wonpil. Come on, let's eat something. I'll take care of you myself."

“Thank you, Mom,” Sungjin said.

“Thank you.” Wonpil bowed politely to the middle-aged woman, then sat down at the table as usual and started chatting with Sungjin until Mrs. Park brought the food in person. So the two began to eat.

“Will you tell your mother about me as well?”

“Oh,” Sungjin replied, flipping the pork on the stove, “I can't tell you how cute it is.”

"crazy.."

“Open your mouth,” a deep voice sounded as pork wrapped in vegetables was held in front of the small figure by Sungjin.

“…” Wonpil was helpless for a moment, a cute little blush on his cheeks. Finally, Wonpil was able to process how to respond. “No, who are you to have to feed me?” the little figure said, playfully raising his mouth.

“Alright..” Sungjin had to go first when that small hand took the pork wrapped in vegetables from his hand and brought it in himself. Next time, don't refuse, little one.

The two ate and talked until their stomachs were full. Sungjin invited Won Pil to go see a movie, which the little guy agreed to. Before leaving the restaurant, Kim Wonpil didn't forget to say goodbye to the elders, which made his mother love him even more than before.

Because I had already eaten while watching the movie, I didn't buy anything besides a glass of water each. When I came out of the theater, it was already early evening. They both agreed that they should go back.

As they walked out of the mall, the pair walked past a musical instrument store. Sungjin was the one who invited the little man into the store. The man grabbed an acoustic guitar that was hanging down and sat down next to Wonpil, who was at the piano. Then the music began to play.

The soft sound of the piano combined with the soothing sound of the guitar, complemented by Wonpil's sweet singing voice, with a soft bass voice accompanying him, caused passersby to turn their heads and stop to look at the little boy. Watching the pair sing until their parents had to take them away, Sungjin periodically glanced at the little man as well as Wonpil, who turned to the thick man to give him a happy smile because he liked the music just the same. Mrs. Park had said that if her son had a boyfriend who was Kim Won Pil, who has a life goal of being a piano teacher, it would be good.

“I'll go give you a ride.” Wonpil said that it seemed like the little guy was especially jealous of his driver's license because when he came to the mall, he was the one driving.

“No, let's just drive back to the dorm and I'll call a taxi back.” Sungjin refused.

"For what? It's a waste of money." The little one argued back, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Let's see if we get back to the dormitory safely or not."

“You don't have to, brother. It's no trouble. I'll get to the dorm soon. You can chat and tell me." The little man refused in a panic.

"It's not difficult," the thick man insisted.

“But…” The sweet voice was stopped by the other party's words.

"worry"

“Do you agree to this?” Sungjin asked again.

“Alright..” This time, his sweet voice was softer. Wonpil avoided Sungjin's gaze that was staring at him without concealment, trying to calm himself down, his heart rate increasing only to hear that the other person was worried. Decreased some.

In the end, everything went as Park Sung Jin wanted. Won Pil drove to the dorm safely with Sung Jin sitting in the car and parked the car neatly while Won Pil was waiting for a taxi. L came to stand and wait as a friend, which Sungjin didn't say anything. There was a bit of conversation between the two, and it wasn't long before a taxi passed by. Sungjin then waved and called out.

“Wonpil,” Sungjin turned to call out to the little man as the taxi slowed down.

“Yes?” The taxi that the bold figure had called slowly slid along the sidewalk and came closer and closer.

“I'm your boyfriend.” As he finished his sentence, the taxi stopped at the edge of the sidewalk in front of Sungjin.

“Uh…” The little man could only gasp and his eyes widened from the sudden request to be his girlfriend.

“Your car is already waiting. Is it going to be?” The thick figure hurriedly smiled without seriousness. In fact, just by seeing those red cheeks, you would know that the other person felt the same as he did.

“Yes…it is,” the small figure answered softly. A suppressed smile appeared on his face.

“Then from now on don't refuse when I give you something to eat,” the taller man said with a happy smile as well.

“You're talking too much. Let's go. The driver is already waiting.” Wonpil chased the thick figure not too seriously. It was nothing. The person was embarrassed.

“Then I'll say hello, little one,” he finished, lightly ruffling the smaller man's soft hair, then opened the taxi door, leaving Kim Wonpil standing there, smiling shyly at his boyfriend's new pronouns. I just set it up while looking at the rental car until it was out of sight...

…TheEnd…

It's finished. I'm here to finish the update on Napil's birthday. Wow, I'm really in love with Kim Wonpil these days. Whether it's Wonpil's form or Piri Miririte's form, I love him. Huh!

Another thing is that I want to compose this scene from

When you love someone

It's been a long time since I saw the music video for the first time and I was like, wow, Sungpil, so cool.

TT ^ TT 

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DAY to sing 

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