When the feelings are hidden It's coming back to hurt Jane, a senior girl with whom she used to be connected, and she's looking for a way to get back in the day.

To return love from Yu, a younger woman who has just revealed her lover. He is a good-looking young man. And when we have to meet

On the day of the meeting organized by a group of friends

What will she do to make the bright-faced little girls look back at each other like in the old days?

The sound of music mingling with the chaos of many people, laughter echoing throughout as the two feet walked past, the smiles that had been sent to each other in the past were radiating everywhere. I looked at people I was familiar with and used to be close to with various feelings. Glasses of drinks were being raised back and forth. Some people reached out and grabbed each other and hugged each other as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

I smiled back at each person who looked past as a tall figure of someone passed into view. I looked and just smiled a little. It wasn't happy or happy like before. There was only a small ache.

"Are you okay?"

I turned to look at the face of the person asking my close female friend. Lin knew every story between me and that person who was walking with another person who walked in the same path that I was about to cross.

"Can't you take it like this?"

I laughed at my friend's expression. Surely my love affair wasn't a secret. Many more people are aware of it and today there will be people who are aware of it on the other side. Between me and that person, it's over.

"Go, you don't have to look and it's over."

“It's up to you.”

A female friend dragged me by the arm to the end of the parking lot. I looked away from the stares and picked up my cell phone and held it to my ear, even though it didn't even vibrate or ring.

I remember the scent of the people passing by. The sweet fragrance that once embraced each other when we met was lingering on the tip of my nose. Sometimes I want to make my wonderful touch disappear, even if just for a second.

“I broke up less than a week ago, today I'm being nosy and making fun of someone new. You're annoying.” I laughed at my friend's complaint, who looked down at the things in the car.

“He also wants to debut,” I replied, shining the light on my phone to help my friend.

"How could he do this to you? We've been together for a long time. I thought we stopped being so bad a long time ago."

"I'm just not good enough," I shrugged to myself.

“Aren't you good enough to think about with your big toes?”

“Not good enough for him.” I smiled at my friend who stood staring at me, not knowing what else to do. Standing like this

“It's just not good enough for you.”

My friend and I sat back at the same big table we had just left when we heard chatter. The laughter still continues loudly and of course when intoxicants are entered the mouth is equally high.

Screams of satisfaction when a favorite song in the middle of a drinking band touched the hearts of many people. The singer on stage was specially hired, the instruments that were played live made the excitement even louder for many people to join in with it.

I sipped my drink and watched as my tablemates shouted and competed with the musicians pouring out melodies as someone's hand reached out and rested on my shoulder. I was silent before sighing when I saw who it was.

“Are we bothering you?” a deep, hoarse voice said. I saw the concern in the eyes of the person in front of me and nodded.

“How are you?” I smiled at the question and raised the glass in my hand to take a sip.

“Still alive, not dead.” The other person looked at me before sighing.

“We care, you know that, right?”

“I know, thank you.”

“Jane Rao..”

“Come on, we're not ready yet,” I sighed at the retreating man. I know what the other person wants and I know that I can't give the other person what they want.

The outcry of the drunkards being carried into the car, the encouragement being passed on to the people who don't drink much and who bring the car, I am one of those who have to bear the burden. Tonight I sit and watch as my friends stand and wave. Hands farewell in amusement, slurred, barely audible sounds being passed on to different people. standing leaning against the car

And I saw a tall, familiar figure walking towards the parking lot where my group was standing. The warm, gentle scent that still stuck in every moment of my memory, I laughed at the image of the two of them. Walking arm in arm, walking past

I swear the woman in the sweet skirt stared at me as I walked past and yes. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes that made me want to walk over and smack my palms into that pretty face, once or twice.

"When I see it I want to slap you."

“You are.”

“Look at her beautiful face.” I laughed at my friend's rather sarcastic words, thanking my dear friend for standing up for someone who had been treated like me.

"You're really worth slapping. Do you want one?"

“He's a beautiful person.”

“Beautiful and what? Beautiful but only bad?”

“How do you know he's a badass?” I asked my friend who came to stand with his feet on the side.

“And where are the good people who are fighting over other people's girlfriends?” My female friend turned to look at me when I said those words. I was quiet and slowly shook my head.

"He's the right person but I'm not, that's all."

I sat and thought about many stories all the way back to my room in the middle of the city. I looked at the condition of my friends who were lying in a pile in the back of the car, and I thought of myself for thinking of being caught driving a big car today.

The images in my memory changed back and forth, both happy and sad, with many different emotions mixed together. I thought about the goodbye sentence I had just heard a short time ago, but I caught the tone of the voice that seemed to be quite angry. When I was caught up with me, I admitted that all my feelings had faded a lot, but I could only support the relationship to continue without accepting the fact that my story with him had ended a long time ago.

I lay down on the soft bed, the coolness of the air conditioning causing me to pull the covers over my chest. If it were before, when it was cold, I would have received someone's arms passing their warmth on to each other, but now those arms would have wrapped around the body of someone other than me.

Turning my body on my side, looking at the emptiness on the other side of the bed, I rubbed my hand gently, wanting to feel the old warmth that I had before, but now there was only the cool air that held every fabric that passed through the tip of my hand, releasing it. give sensitivity pouring out of eyes It dripped down the face and touched the bed.

that is willing to let go, that is willing to end It's not that I don't love you, but I have to break it because I want to leave a trace of love for a long time.

[excuse me]

“Did you call me about something?” I asked on the other end of the line when the other party greeted me with a sentence I didn't want to hear.

[Want to apologize about last night]

I sighed, glancing at the time on the wall clock at the end of the day when I should have been calmer. But the person who called me here is causing my thoughts to become unsettled.

"Why are you sorry? What is there to apologize for?"

[I don't know, I just feel like I have to apologize.]

“Stop saying sorry, it has already passed. We didn't think anything of it.”

[Really not thinking about anything anymore?]

I was quiet and wanted to shout and ask on the other side. What do you want from that question? But what you can do is remain silent and change the topic of conversation.

"Is there anything else? If it's not there, we'll put it up."

[We miss Jane] A phrase that I used to love hearing.

“What do you want, Ploy?”

I braced myself for asking after they were both silent for a minute. I lay down on the sofa in the middle of the room, closed my eyes and raised my free hand to rub against my temple.

"Isn't it right? Our story is over."

[We know, but we really miss Jane.]

“Ploy, that's enough, it's only going to get worse.”

[We know]

“Now that you know what are you talking about? What is Ploy for?” I raised my voice to the quiet end of the line when I was yelled at. There were a few times when my former lover would get yelled at by me in anger.

[We apologize]

“Stop calling and stopping messing with us. Go find that person and don't cause us any more trouble. Can we just ask for this? Ploy?”

[What if we miss Jane?]

“Stop thinking about us, stop talking.”

[Jane can't stop us. We miss Jane.]

“If Ploy misses me like I said, how could Ploy go have sex with someone else?”

I gritted my teeth and answered on the other end of the phone, not saying anything else, only soft sobs. I didn't want to cause more pain to myself, so I hung up the phone even though I knew it was rude, but I had to do it.

“I don't want to be nosy, but I am. I didn't answer the phone in the first place.” I looked at my friend who had walked over and sat down side by side. I smile at the other person.

“People are crazy, it would be better if they just quit.”

“Oh, I repeat.”

"I'll remind you how many times I have to endure it."

My female friend stared at me while asking. I knew that my friend didn't really like my ex-boyfriend's face, but if I didn't count the flirtatiousness I had with him, I must admit that my ex-lover was quite complete. Not a little

"If you're dating a woman and you don't want to turn to a man, will you? I'll find it for you."

"Are you crazy? I don't want a man. You know that."

I saw my friends pout and look at me and I could only laugh. From elementary school until now, my close friends know my taste very well and have never thought of disgusting me.

“Man, why do you look like me?”

I looked at the other person who raised his hand to show off the huge diamond ring on his left ring finger. I knew that my friend didn't want to show off, but what he wanted to convey was the stability of our relationship.

“You're lucky.”

"Don't use that word."

"Why? It's true," I replied to my friend, raising the other's hand to cover the ring.

"I wasn't lucky. You know that until today, K and I went through a lot."

“Well, how well did you play while waiting?” I looked at my friend who pulled back his hand and bared his teeth in amusement.

“I'm serious, Jane. Many of K's friends like you. Now that you're single, why don't you try talking a little bit?"

“If your boyfriend's friend is a pretty girl.”

“Jane”

My friend made a noise as he lifted up the cushion that was lying on his lap and hit me. Then the moaning sound of the person walking upside down from the small room made us stop and turn to look at the state of the drunk person who seemed to be stuck. There are quite a few. We both looked at each other and shook our heads.

The loneliness still clings to me even after several months have passed. The number that called me is still showing up even though I decided to block contact in the chat channel of the bright green application.

Today was another day when a message was left and of course I chose to ignore it and deleted it nonchalantly. I gave up and chose to move on. Not wanting to go back and remember the past, I sighed. Relax yourself with the coolness of the air conditioning in the spacious room and indulge in the tranquility of the night.

The chat program's notification sound popped up on the screen. I looked at the small invitation in the corner in thought as I accepted it before realizing that a gathering of old people was being herded into the group.

I clicked to look at the names and profile pictures of old friends from high school, both from groups in school and from different schools who had been brought in to talk. I smiled at the names that popped up.

The evening's greetings and conversation passed without any loneliness. The void was once again filled, and I thanked the person who created this discussion group for at least making my distracted moments stop.

I bid farewell to my old friends in the new group, stretching my arms and twisting my body to relieve the fatigue from sitting at the computer for a long time. But before I got up, the notification sound from the mobile phone that was on the table woke me up. In my heart, a list of names that seemed to have passed me by recently made me have to lift it up and look at the picture of the girl who had disappeared from talking to me for a long time. Showing a smile in your profile

I smiled at that picture and thought back to the old days when we were close enough to meet and talk as lovers. Even though it wasn't long, it was still unforgettable.

I answered privately while putting my phone back in the same place. Taking her body to find the warmth of the water to wash away the fatigue of the day, she smiled tonight. And I'm sure you'll smile more than before.

I looked at the call list and wanted to scream at Miss Call, ten calls that only irritated me. The passion had disappeared for a long time and of course I chose to cut off the person I once loved.

"I'm not going to block you at all."

A tone that was clearly annoyed made me turn around and look at my female friend walking over and wrapping my arms around my shoulder and looking at the mobile phone I was holding with an expression of disapproval on her face.

“I want to stay but only in case of emergency.”

“What kind of emergency is this?” I pulled myself out of my friend's arms. Then hit that shoulder.

“Are you going crazy to curse him?”

“Too little, people like him have to suffer before they die, believe me.” The other party didn't wait for me to complain, but chose to drag my arm to follow each other into the inner room.

This restaurant's privacy is matched by the price. The more expensive it is, the better it is to avoid prying eyes and chaos from outside. I walked in and smiled at the people who greeted me while sitting and chatting. Many are familiar faces and some are not.

“Sit here, you came late and still didn't come in with style.”

"Aren't you busy?"

I sat down and my friend's rather harsh words came crashing down on me, causing the crowd like me to be busy making excuses before I noticed whose bag and long-sleeved coat were on the vacant seat next to me. It was until the other person dropped down and sat side by side, that's when I realized that the person who had walked up to me was choosing a song just now. own it

I'm quiet but still smiling..

"I haven't seen you in a long time." It's been so long that I can't remember. I turned to look at the face of the person beside me. Has the younger woman I was close with now grown up like this?

“How are you?”

“Are you asking because you want to know or because of manners?” the other person replied, making me laugh.

“It's the same as before,” I smiled at the still-faced man.

“Not everything.”

“I heard news that I'm introducing my boyfriend,” I teased. I don't want it to simmer too much. “Aren't you going to give me some advice?”

I looked over at the young man sitting not too far away, smiling and saying hello as soon as the other person turned to talk. It seemed as if he was already watching my posture, his arm reaching up to wrap around the shoulder of the person sitting next to me with concern. And before he could say anything, his friend's shouting sounded louder.

“Ijen, you come help me first.” I turned my head to look at my friend standing in front of the screen wielding a microphone before excusing myself from the couple and walking away.

The whole time I tried to avoid the gaze of some people. It was filled with various feelings. Until the end of the first song, my friends kept pulling me like that, not letting me go back to my seat. I raised my voice in protest and it was returned to me.

"Punishment for never having time to cry until you were exhausted."

Then the punishment extravaganza seemed to drag on for hours. The screams when the song was right or the outcry when they were bullied into getting up and helping to dance were endless. The brew of a professional drunk was passed down to me, glass after glass, until the tilt of my body caught my attention and my friend reminded me by pulling the microphone out of my hand.

"If you're drunk, go sit, friend." I was dragged by my arm back to the original place.

“Drunk hasn't changed at all.” Those rather harsh words were still being sent for me to hear.

“They are people who don't like change.”

“And you don't like changing girlfriends either?” I wanted to ask what you wanted. That's why we paid attention to finding problems.

“Then why didn't you bring him along?”

"who"

“Girlfriend.” I turned to look at the side of that face. Then he sighed at the question.

"do not have"

“What isn't there?”

"That's not what I asked."

I saw the eyes of the people suddenly turning around and staring at each other without arguing, if I say that the surprise was shining on something that I didn't imagine.

I see a spark of satisfaction..

"lie"

“Why would you lie?” I wondered. Wondering at those words

“People like Jane, who won't have a boyfriend, I don't believe them.” I want to ask, is my appearance really that unreliable?

“We never lie.”

And the other party should know that even though the relationship that they went through together was not smooth. One thing that is very confirmed is sudden breakups. Just because Continuing for longer than that It's impossible.

Both my reason and the reason of the people sitting here staring at each other like this.

“Can't we talk nicely?” I asked. “Don't you miss each other?”

“Why do you have to think about it?” the younger woman replied.

"You don't miss me, that's okay," I trailed off. “But we miss Yuna.” I know the other person likes to make sweet sounds towards me. I can see his eyes trembling softly.

“Don't talk like this.”

"Why"

“We don't want to listen.” That gesture wasn't solemn enough to keep me quiet. I smiled, raised my hand to touch the other person's cheek, and lightly rubbed my thumb.

"miss"

His voice was soft and he was confident that the listener would like it more than anything. The redness of his face became darker, not unlike makeup. I moved my hand down to touch the other person's lips and saw the trembling in those eyes.

“What are you talking about?” A deep voice interrupted me, causing me to remove my hand from my former acquaintance's face.

“It's about women.”

I rewarded the person who sat still and decided to get up and sing into the microphone of a friend who was standing dumbfounded by the beat. Eliminate problems and don't want unfinished feelings. Even though it feels good, you should keep it deep and you shouldn't pull it out.

“Are you okay?” My friend's frantic voice made me turn around and look at the couple who seemed to be quite tense with each other. They all stood and tilted their bodies, avoiding the villagers, not far away.

The wrists and arms that looked like they were pulling and forcing me, I couldn't help but want to support myself, but I realized I shouldn't. I looked at the face of my friend who seemed to be thinking differently. A young woman volunteered to stop the force of my traction and drag the two of them away from each other to regain their composure.

The debate continued and the young man seemed to lose his hold and retreated to the group of friends who were waiting in the car. I watched as my friends dragged the younger woman's body back.

“Did you have a fight?” I asked my friend. Pretending to ignore the person standing in front of you and looking at you

"Oh, so I don't want them to go back together."

“So what next?” I looked at my friend who looked thoughtful.

“Can I leave it with you?”

“Are you crazy?”

"Why didn't he bring his car?" His friend acted like he didn't understand. "You're going to drive the little one home."

“Just send it away, right?”

“Is that all or how much do you want?” I looked into my friend's eyes. Seeing the glint in there, the mockery didn't amuse me.

"Don't bother me."

"Please, I have to carry my husband's wings back."

That is my responsibility tonight. I asked about the address of the room in the city that I have never been to, what should I do when we were close? That was a long time ago. The younger woman was a girl from the provinces. We used to stop and hang out at relatives' houses here for a while, but I never asked about it. At that time it was just a yes, which I thought was fun.

“Have you moved for a long time?”

A short question that I don't understand if the other person said it out of politeness or if they didn't know what to invite. I looked at the necessary person sitting on the side. How long has it been since we last talked until now? The senior girls are not much different from before and their smiles are still there for each other.

Even though she acted in an uncomfortable manner tonight, it was as if this young lady still maintained her manners and tried to avoid encounters but accidentally ended up in close proximity to a new perfume that was not the one she was used to.

“I thought you were asleep,” the other person asked as they parked behind the line to wait for the light.

"nothing"

"I didn't see him answer, so I thought he was asleep." She didn't look at me. She just smiled at the emptiness in front of her.

“When we talk, don't they look at each other anymore?” I asked. I don't want to bother you. I just want you to turn around and look at each other.

"I'm driving this car. How do you want me to look at it?"

“So are you driving now?” I replied. And the other party turned to look at this expression.

“Yu,” she paused. “Are you dissatisfied with anything? Or are you still angry about that time?”

"Why do you ask"

Let's ask now, why didn't we ask when we chose to go? I want to shout at the other person as a lover I haven't been with for a long time. But I was sure that I loved him so much that I asked to be with him myself.

“I don't know.” I looked at my ex-lover and shrugged. Gestures that are often seen

"If you don't know, then don't know, Jane."

I turned to look at the side of the road, letting the silence take over once more. The car continued to drive in the direction the other party was driving. I could feel the tense atmosphere. Even though it should be better, even though it should be over Damn crazy feeling Something that even if you just see his face, it still doesn't fade away.

I said thank you and prepared to get out of the car, but the thin hand of the person beside me held me back. I could see the uneasiness in my eyes, searching for something more.

“Can we talk first?” the other ended sweetly. I'm allergic to things like that.

“What do you want to talk about?”

"anything"

“Whatever it is, what is it?” I replied to the person sitting tilted in the seat, my slender fingers sliding onto the steering wheel and tapping it back and forth.

"Like, during the time we weren't talking, how were you?"

“Do you want to know why I'm interested?” I know I accidentally sounded weak. There was a hint of regret in it.

“If you don't want to know, will you ask?” The familiar people stared into each other's eyes before smiling. I don't like that I'm still shaken by something like this.” Or if you don't want to talk. We can't be bothered.”

I wanted to say more but stayed silent and stared into your eyes. I always thought it was sweet when I looked at it. But now it's eroding inside.

There was a loud knocking sound on the window. I was startled and turned around to look at the action before finding that another person who was known as my current boyfriend was pounding his fist at it. I was shocked and it seemed that the person sitting in the car with me also felt it. To that anger very well

I pressed the window open and listened to the snarling sound of the scowling man standing and pushing against the car door.

“What the fuck is wrong?”

“Then Yu, what the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you just come down?” He was still screaming loudly, trying to get me out of here.

“Let's talk carefully first,” was the car owner who warned.

“It's better not to bother, Jane,” he countered. “Let my girlfriend down.” He didn't seem to stop as he continued to pull on the handle.

“But this is our car, and if the man doesn't stop us, we won't.” She acted solemnly and her pushy tone seemed to soften. “Let's grow up and talk slowly.” I looked at the other person, who had a dissatisfied expression. student

“You get out of the car and talk to the man first,” my boyfriend demanded. Now that there was no glass, I could feel the sweet scent through my breath.

The other party is drunk..

“Another day, today the man is very drunk. It's better to go back first.” I tried to be gentle in my voice, seeing the displeasure in my eyes.

"We don't want to argue with a man who understands us."

"I don't understand why we have to understand Wayu."

“Man,” I started loudly, seeing that his tone was terrifyingly solemn. "Don't do this, we don't like it."

“You don't like it?” I started to worry. “Do you not like us or do you not like men?” and it was true to the same sentence that he had said into his ear when arguing with each other.

“Don't say things like this.”

“Why can't you just say that you don't like us or don't like men?”

“It would be better to stop being rude and show respect to your own girlfriend, sir.” The cold voice was not sweet and gentle like when he was pleading. I realized that the person speaking was suppressing his own emotions.

“You'd better not be so nosy,” he shouted back, causing me to stop from my open mouth.

“I don't want to be nosy, but you're also my ex-boyfriend.” I was shocked when I heard this, and it seemed like the only man here was equally shocked. I saw him grit his teeth, trying to suppress anything more. this

"This is my ex-girlfriend and what you're smashing is my car. Do you want me to call the police?"

“We are sorry.”

"Well, I told you to talk slowly. You're drunk, then you go home and sleep. Don't be a scumbag around here." I listened to my ex-lover's words, the words of my ex-boyfriend still resounded in my head. It was too difficult to shake it off. Just seeing the other person's protective expression made me feel warm throughout my heart.

“We want to talk to Yu now.”

“Why can't you talk, man?” Jane continued to speak instead of me, who just sat quietly.

"Jane doesn't understand."

“Why don't we understand?”

“It's Jane, not us,” he continued to beg through his eyes. Even though the force from the hand has stopped for a long time, it's not that reliable. I turned to look at the person sitting holding the steering wheel pleadingly.

"It's up to the man. If you want to stand here crazy as you please." The glass door began to close and slide. "But remember, we are not kind people. If a man continues to act like this, we won't accept it either."

The window closed and the car moved away from the young man who was standing dazed and pretending to follow his speed, being driven away from his original point. I can see the crankiness radiating through the throttle like this all the time when I'm not satisfied.

“You can slow down,” I warned.

“Does it happen often?” I know who Jane is talking about. I nodded my head even though I knew the other person might not see it. “Why are you dating?”

“The man is a good person.”

“What kind of good person goes on a rampage like this?” I was silent. How do I explain it when the other person went on a rampage purely because of jealousy for the person next to me right now?

“Do you love it?” I said quietly. I don't want to talk about "not answering, it means you love me."

“Don't you have anything else to ask, Jane?” Jane didn't answer me, but turned to stare at the darkness of the road ahead.

“So where is this taking us?”

“Where do you want to go?” the owner shrugged. But he kept driving along, with no signs of stopping.

“If we tell Jane, will she take us?”

"If it's not difficult, you can go."

"Go to Jane's room," I said firmly. Staring at the person holding the steering wheel tightly, Jane didn't answer me except press the gas pedal harder than before.

So what?

Arrived at the room to lie down and look at the sky from the balcony and let the room owner prepare drinks at the minibar. Oh my god! It can't be like this. It must not go wrong.

“Take a look,” Jane held out a beautiful glass with a bright liquid in it.

“What?”

“Orange juice, maybe?” She raised an eyebrow at me, who held out her hand to receive it. I sniffed it, wrinkling my nose at the strong smell.

“It doesn't smell good, but if you try it, you'll like it,” I snort into the air, making Jane laugh. He looked at it and then picked it up and took a sip.

"How are you? Do you like it?" Jane asked me in a sweet voice. You know how much I liked it.

“Alright,” I shrugged. Putting down the empty glass

“Do you want another one?” I shook my head. “Or take it in a bottle.”

“What is the bottle?”

Jane didn't answer, just raised her glass and drank as she walked back in. I looked at the slightly smaller figure. No one knows how much I miss her. Jane walked back with a glass bottle in her hand of a brand of soft drink. I looked at it and then raised my head to stare at the room owner who smiled faintly.

“Is this a room or a liquor store?” I asked curtly and he probably knew.

"I don't eat that often."

“Are you sure?” The other party didn't care about what was being asked. She just sat down on the side and handed me a small, round bottle.

“Just a little bit and I'll be comfortable,” she cooed at me with a smile. Jane knew very well what this person would be allergic to. It's a smile like that. The way we used to have each other when we were together.

I'm allergic to Jane..yes

Jane likes to intoxicate me with her sweetness. I fall for her more than alcohol. More drunk than anything? No matter how many times No matter how many times I have seen Jane, I have never looked at Jane as just a close senior. But before, I thought I just wanted to be close enough to be in a relationship, so what?

Just being close is not enough..

“Stop smiling like that,” Jane raised an eyebrow. But when I saw my serious face She looked away.

So did I. We chose not to look at each other and turned our attention to the sky. There weren't many stars tonight, they only shimmered a little, leaving the pitch-black sky to cover it.

I drank several more bottles. Jane sat here quietly as a friend. The phone call was still ringing loudly. She didn't even bother to brush it off or dismiss it. Jane just leaned back in the soft wicker chair she loved. She smiled and sat here next to me.

“Aren't you annoyed?” It was me who couldn't stand it and had to ask the person who was lying there looking at the sky, wagging his feet like that.

“So you aren't annoyed?” she asked me. But he still hasn't looked back.

“I'm annoyed.”

“If it bothers you, just turn it off,” Jane replied sweetly. But I still lie there looking at the weather like before. She ignores me. I know, but I don't know if she's pretending to ignore me or not.

“Please close it for me.”

"Not the owner"

“Once again, it is the owner of its owner. Can you close it now?” I flicked my arm and grabbed the wrist of the person who was lying down, turning her to stare into the eyes. Jane looked at me and smiled. Smile like you know what it means.

"Is it just the past? Not the present," she repeated, slowly and clearly.

“So you want to look at the present?” I challenged. “You will know how much better it is than the past.”

No need to ask again, we quickly jumped into each other, Jane seized the moment to push me into the room and turned to slide the glass door shut. I didn't wait for her to grab the curtains to draw them shut. I grabbed her arms and pulled Jane into a hug. press a kiss to the mouth

It was still as sweet as the old days. I pulled away from the kiss to look at Jane's face clearly. The sweet, juicy look in her eyes flickered, unlike my heart. Jane moved her face towards me and put her mouth down again, grinding until it hurt me, but I still didn't want her to stop. I like Jane's kisses. I really like it and know that it's hard to forget.

We held each other there, pushing our bodies back and forth. I don't care any more. Where will the kiss end? The soles of their feet rub against each other from time to time. Meanwhile, the two bodies still couldn't find a resting point.

I dropped my money onto the leather sofa that its owner had previously boasted about as being soft and heavy. How do I know? I'm looking for the possibility through everyone on social media. Tonight, I might be able to taste if it's true as he brags. I break the kiss before moving to sit on my back and putting pressure on the smaller person, like Jane, on top of me. Her thighs were pinched together.

“Are you sure?” asked Jane in a whisper. His breath hit his cheek.

I didn't answer, just sat and watched Jane take off her shirt slowly. I hated Jane's teasing like that. I hate it because it's driving me crazy.

I managed to pull off my shirt and pressed hot kisses all over her white breasts, feeling annoyed at the underwear that still held in place, where Jane's beautiful flesh still smelled as sweet as before. You will always have a sweet-smelling nourishing cream to keep the scent on the tip of your tongue. I'm the victim, I know.

This is the kind of Jane that still fascinates me..

Sorry that I had to get stuck out.........

“So what?”

“Not anymore.” I stirred the coffee in the cup. Smiling at the sugar packets in the basket

"You don't have to smile and tell me."

“What do you want to know?”

I looked at the face of the man who was known to love us. We weren't friends like everyone thought. I just press change status and exit.

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That's all, because if I don't do it, the owner of my heart won't accept it.

I thought about the tiger girl who hissed when she woke up that day and laughed at the red marks on my body. I remember Jane lamenting that she wouldn't be able to wear clothes that showed off her skin for a long time. The scratches were still faint on my back and shoulder but I didn't care about that. I like to have it as a reminder that Jen and I are still flirting with each other like we used to.

Thinking about it, I wanted to drive to see him. I want to grab a beautiful woman and kiss her..

"You're crazy."

“What the fuck?” I stopped and smiled. Then look at your friend's face

A man is not as manly as he thought. A man who likes men. The day I found out was the day he was kicked by his husband and had to cry. Let me be consoled by the liquor from that incident. He and I walked around hugging each other until others saw us as people who were in a relationship.

Having said that, yes, the man and I are actually dating. But we are in a relationship where we can say that we are close friends of different species..

I like girls and I like boys.

“If you see something, hurry and speak.” I raised my wrist to check the time. In a few hours I will be able to meet my beloved.

"This guy is infatuated with his wife."

“It's better than someone who doesn't have a wife to fall for.” I saw the signs of wanting to scream and couldn't help but laugh at the man who was staring at me while smiling and stirring coffee around.

“So, what do you think of you and his brother?” the man continued to ask. Trying to keep the mischievous look in his eyes hidden from me.

“Not at all.”

“Get together”

“Don't call me that.”

“So what should I call you?”

"We're not dating yet," I replied, causing the people to look at me with shocked expressions.

"We're not dating, but we have each other every day," a thick hand raised to say. I felt annoyed, so I picked up the sugar packet on the table and threw it at him.

"So what?"

"Then why aren't you dating?"

"Well, he didn't say it."

"Then what's wrong with you? Why didn't you say it yourself?" I sighed. Ever since that night, I wanted to know what was between us, but if I said it I was afraid I'd get punched in the face and make it numb.

I don't want to be just a friend.

I don't want to be just a pillow to hug and support.

I want to be the lover, the person Jane wants to walk around with and show off her beauty. But what is this? Every time we meet is in the chat room, it's not like there is one. We end each day now in bed. They begged each other to come together with their loud voices.

sex

That's it.

I kissed my lips, feeling annoyed that the relationship wasn't going anywhere, only his style and the way he swung his hips seemed to be more agile.

Thinking about it, I want to jump in..

“You just said it,” my friend said.

“The mouth is there for other things besides kissing and sucking. In case you don't know.” The man poked his finger into my forehead and it was irritating.

“I want to talk.”

"already.."

"I don't dare."

“Oh, you idiot,” my friend's voice was sharper than before. “No matter how many times we take it, we still won't dare to come.”

“You don't understand.”

"I don't understand anything." His friend sat up straight. Looks serious

“You're single.” The man pointed a finger at me. "He's single."

“So what should you call two single people who have something in common?”

"..." Silence is the answer.

“Look, I invested so much money in being the guy you let me tease you about, almost got slapped and dragged to the table. And you look at what you're doing, you're making my risk worthless, you know that?” I listened. Friends complain

“So what should I do?”

“Go ask him to be your girlfriend.”

"man"

“If today I don't see the status of your relationship with him, just know it. I will expose you completely.”

I yelled at my friend, who had a stern expression on his face. The insults that had been pouring into my ears throughout this conversation still lingered into the night of that day. I lay there watching my undetermined lover walk by, humming along to the music playing in the background.

"What's wrong? You look so confused." Jane walked over and dropped her body onto his lap. Use both arms to wrap around your neck.

“No, nothing.”

“Lying is not good.” Have I ever told you that Jane is the best lie detector in the world?

“No.”

“So?” She tilted her head to look. “Not cute at all.”

"I love you, please don't love me." I hugged him gently.

“Do you still think that I don't love you anymore?” I stared and smiled at the person in my arms again. Do you want to hear those words again or is this a good sign of resolving your doubts?

“We love each other, right?” I asked again, wanting to hear it more clearly.

"I love you," Jane pressed a soft kiss. “If you don't love it, don't hope for it.”

"Jane," I kissed back. Emphasizing that everything was true, I reached out and rubbed my hand deep into the thigh, allowing my lover's mother to pounce and hit me.

"Don't be naughty, I'm not eating today."

"Jane," I moaned loudly.

“I don't want to see you blushing, do you?” I looked at the figure that had gotten out of my lap. I feel a little sorry, but I think that there will be many more days when I will be able to hold you.

“Go take a shower, then let's watch a movie.” Jane held out the box in her hand and showed it.

“Got it, Mom,” I laughed at the crinkled face. Smiling, he walked inside.

I scrolled through the screen to look at the world, saw my friends' updates, and thought about that day when I saw the status updates of the person in the bathroom and another sharp-faced guy I had only recently met.

Relationship like lovers..

That's what I don't want to believe. is a former girl who came to be courted I'm sure u love me And believe that I will definitely never love that man, I'm irritated and yes, I'm dissatisfied.

Even though we broke up and we were far apart...

A small plan begins with the reveal of someone else's identity. The flirtatious ex-boyfriend I'm still dating is about to be kicked out of my relationship status.

Asked if I was bored, I said I was very bored.

At that time, I broke up with Yu not because I didn't like him, but what should I do when the person I'm still close to as a lover still has me and Yu just having a temporary affair? The day you found out that I was still in a relationship with my lover. I remember how hurt she was that day, the tears that flowed down her face were a trace of sorrow.

What should I do when I just think it will be fun and I don't intend to be in a permanent relationship, but that's what a bad person like me still wants to hold on to. I am sure that both the hearts and bodies of young girls will never forget each other.

That day we broke up with lust in bed. I had sex with you many times. Each time, intense, passionate, I admit that it was so good and addictive that I didn't want to stop. Then I realized how much I really loved the girl who held me when we were about to part, if I had chosen to stop.

Yes..I stopped

and retreated to wish the other party a good person..

Until the opportunity came, I saw the point of finding a way to break up with my ex-lover. It wasn't difficult to break up the flirting. I beamed as I encouraged the petite trainee's mother to get wild. I still remember the day she took a quick step towards the pale-faced woman at my side.

.. You've taken me. Will you still go back and get this again?

I want to moan at the high-pitched voice that comes out. But must try not to smile either. Something that fills my whole heart I pretended to be sad. He looked at his former lover, who stood with his head hanging to the side, repeating the agreement they had made.

.. the last time to endure If it's completed three times, it's over. Remember that..

And I did it. I walked out of the other person's life with dignity and gained quite a few pity points from those around me. I let him go and enjoy the happiness of two people, cutting off everything without it. Feeling lonely or sad like everyone thinks?

Be the friend around you who hates, curses, and curses. He served me well.

I thought about it and laughed if anyone knew I did something like this. And the word "good person" Where will it be thrown? But who cares? Because even my best friend like Lin doesn't know the truth of what I did. The door opened. The fragrance of the shower cream floats to your nose. The current lover walks towards you smiling brightly.

“It smells so good.” I inhaled the hair of the person I rushed to hug.

“Does it smell really good?” the pervert asked repeatedly.

“Fragrant,” I drawled in a soft voice causing the person in my arms to lift my head and kiss me softly on the chin.

“This one smells good.”

“Take a chance”

"I don't care, people want to grab me." Yu kissed my face. The two of us took turns kissing.

If it gets bad and you get this person to hug you, let me tell you, it's worth it. I laughed at the man who buried his face in his chest, using a light smack to try to free him from his advances. Uni frowned in dissatisfaction.

“Let me take a shower first.”

“I don't want to wait.”

“Just a moment.”

"Never for a moment." So irritating, but cute.

“Yu,” she didn't wait for me to finish speaking, instead she stood up and pulled my wrist to follow.

The door slammed and it was clear that the movie would not be seen as planned. An outcry was heard as a ceremony was heard when the person who seemed to be able to eat gave a strong drag, taking the thin, naked body.

The water was warm but the people under it were hotter. When the sweetness is sensual and thrilling, snuggled not far away from two bodies caressing each other And of course, there won't be any breaks.

“You don't mind,” the person volunteering to bathe whispered in a husky voice.

".."I didn't answer. He just opened his legs wide and waited for his free fingertips to enter with the rhythm of the stimulation being accelerated. A loud cry Of course, it had to end in this room, who would let blood soar all over the bed?

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The two of us

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I smile at the sky, smile at the likes, and of course, smile at the person next to me who is replying to interested comments from friends. It will definitely make it difficult to sleep tonight. I laughed at the frown on my lover's face. It looked like it was going to be a long night. But who cares? I just want someone beside me. Sitting together like this for a long time is enough.

Losing is not difficult, but getting back is even more difficult..

But not with me

Just finished one short episode.

As for the scenes where they are together in a room, hugging and fighting, I apologize for not being able to post them here.

thank you

P.S. Thank you everyone for coming to read. I hope you have fun with the story.