The warmth of a teacup on a rainy day. The raindrops that blow onto the balcony. The wind blows cold and the raindrops hit our exposed toes, the soft blanket that wraps us around. The sound of music playing slowly Let us go back and remember that day. A day when it rains all day is no different from today. . . .

Two cups of fragrant Earl Gray tea, side by side. The two of us sat listening to music. and look at the raindrops outside the balcony They huddled together in soft blankets on a large bean bag, warm to the point of heat, small beads of sweat. It leaked out until it looked funny. We laughed together. Amidst the sweet music that softly accompanies

Today, ear gray tea is still as fragrant as ever. The bean bags and blankets are still as soft and warm as before. But the songs we listened to that day were sadder than before. And even though the blanket is very warm But it can't make the coldness in our hearts go away because there's no you next to us on this big beanbag. Hug each other until you're sweaty.

Fighting for blankets or singing crazy songs, making funny faces at each other as usual. It's a warm loneliness.

Because at least Loneliness makes us think of the times when you were beside us, even though we couldn't meet again.

You will be a story in our memories that will never go away. . . .

" Stories we told Will never get old "

Hello for our first story. You can comment and criticize.

"It's raining."

My voice pulled her out of her trance. She turned to look at me and smiled faintly.

"Are you okay? Your face doesn't look good." I smiled at her.

"Oh, no, it's a nice song." She looked down at her empty teacup.

"Yes, I like this song. It makes me think of many things," I said, wiping my glass. She nodded slightly. A sad smile spread out.

"Sometimes I don't want to choose to think about it. Me too." She pursed her lips and turned to look at the mirror. It was raining outside. Come down for a while. The raindrops that cling to it make the atmosphere seem even more lonely.

"That's it."

"Have you ever missed anyone? Aren't you able to go back to him?" She raised her head and looked at me.

"Yes. He's the one person I can't get out of my mind." I let out a smile. The feelings of yesterday and the memories from that time began to come back. repeatedly flashed and stabbed me In my own thoughts

"You must love him very much."

"yes....."

Enough to let him go. . . go away from me . . .

In a small coffee shop The sound of sad music complements the gloomy atmosphere. The day that the rain fell from early morning until now.

I miss you again. .

"....Tell me more. I'm listening to you." I said when he stopped talking.

"You're a good listener. That the stories you tell are boring." His words and the faint smile he sent.

"No, I like listening to your stories."

Your voice is warm like the sun. Six o'clock in the winter

"Yes. And today, what song would you like to exchange for your story?"

"Umm . . . that's it. Let me think about it first." A finger scrolled through the song list.

My playlist is full of love songs because of you. My heart demands that I turn on a sweet love song for you to listen to, turn on the song to tell you I love you repeatedly every morning, but I can't do it. . . .

What must I do to make her look at me?

How hard must I try to get her to pay attention?

How much must I be willing to change myself for you?

That's enough to make our story better.

I'm bored with myself. I love..people who..why don't they love me?

Love..while..we know we must be sad.

Even though I should have walked away But I lost to her..in every way.

(Every time I lose -

fellow fellow )

I looked at his playful smile.

"A song like this, if you don't tell me, I'll think you're flirting with me."

A trembling heart beats stubbornly. I want to shout to you like crazy, I love you, I love you, can you hear that? I want to flirt with you until I die. But it's impossible. Impossible, impossible, because if this were a game I probably lost before I even started. I even pressed the Stas button.

". . .Are you crazy? It's funny."

Because I didn't have the courage, because I was afraid, I did just this. Satisfied with the little things I did for you. Satisfied with this vague status.

All you can do is laugh, deny your feelings and continue lying to yourself. . . .

“The young Wichit is so free that he sits and watches other people do their work. Can you do it?"

"It's not that free. But the project just finished, so I'm taking a break." I looked at your work with interest.

The photo of P'Suay sent to the contest probably won't win the prize.

"That's free." I furrowed my eyebrows at him. before hurrying to change the subject before being complained about

"Do you want to submit this picture to a contest?" I squeezed myself in and looked at the pictures in the folder.

"Well." The feeling of your hand pressing down and caressing my hair, warmth spread throughout my heart. You always make my heart weak.

Please don't make me sideline myself any further, please. . . .

"Your picture is beautiful, very beautiful," I said.

“Um, thank you, but the real thing is more beautiful. When I took it I want you to stay with me. To show you how beautiful the real thing is."

I'm a very mean person. So do you know it at all? .

Saturday morning, I lay down and looked at your face since I woke up. I'm still always lazy. Sunlight coming through the curtains It's like nudging me to wake up from my dream world. I moved my body to avoid the sun until I gave up and opened my eyes. The sleepy eyes that were giving me His slender brows furrowed into a faint knot.

"Have you been awake for a long time?" His voice sounded like a sleepy cat.

“For a while now,” I replied, the smile never fading from my face. I was happy.

"I didn't even wake you up." It's so cute to make an annoyed pout like that. Do you know that? I'm lost in you. Even with a map, I can't find a way out.

“I sleep soundly like a koala on a eucalyptus tree. Who would dare wake me up?" I laughed, poking my cheek, teasing him.

"Do you dare to say that to me?" he said helplessly and threw himself on top of him, hitting him with a pillow.

Saturday morning, no, late Saturday morning. It passed with laughter and happiness filling the bedroom. On the 25th floor condo

"If you've already graduated, What are you going to do next?” he asked while we were sitting and watching a movie.

"Why do you ask?" I turned to look at the part in front of where I was intending to look at the content on the screen.

"I want to know what your goal is." He looked up at me. Thin eyebrows slightly raised. Urgently, hurry and answer.

"Probably.. running a cafe, half an art gallery." I thought, moving my eyes to meet his eyes.

"That's good. When that day comes, I'll go try your coffee."

"I'll make you taste it first."

Because I want you to be the first person in all my dreams. .

Next month I will graduate. Whether or not I'll see you again from now on, I don't know. I sat and wasted time pondering. Think every way you can think of. What should I do with the feelings I have for you? Gather all your courage I have decided. I will tell you all my feelings. . . .

I wasted almost a week making plans. I went to meet you at your condo. The room on the 25th floor was still the same. I cooked my dad's favorite meal for dinner, and we sat and watched a movie together. My heart is pounding. His throat was so dry that he had to swallow in large gulps. Take deep breaths to reduce your excitement.

"Brother..." my voice rose. When the TV screen went black, "I think I love you."

Everything suddenly went quiet. I can hear our hearts beating. You turned to look at me, your eyes looking confused, those lips that I always dreamed of possessing. They leaned into each other without thinking. Brother's reaction Made me start to feel bad. My hands started to feel sweaty.

"Hyung, I have something to tell you. . . . I'm going to study in England. Now that I've completed my studies, I'll graduate and I'll go."

My eyebrows knit together. He looked at me without understanding.

"You never told me," I pursed my lips.

"I just made the decision recently." He looked at me with the eyes that looked at me. I can't guess.

"I love you. . . " I said again.

"Brother . . . I think I like you." I always went the other way. The color on my face that I like is brighter.” But I'm still not sure of my feelings. When I'm with you, it's really good. So good that I'm not sure if it's because I like you or if I just like the way you care for me. I won't tell you to wait. If you meet someone who loves you more than me. You can go now.

But if it's that time that I come back And you still don't have anyone. I still don't have anyone until then. Let's get together."

"yes. . ."

The faint smile that you sent to me, ah, you were mean to me again. Be mean to me repeatedly. I lost to you again and again.

A cafe and art gallery near the university. It's been open for half a year now. There is a very good atmosphere. causing many people to choose to come and sit and relax and receive the cool air conditioning Or just walk around and look at the paintings. The owner's decorations are hung throughout the store.

Do you know that it's been over 3 years since I disappeared? I've opened a shop. Follow my dreams It's the way I wanted it to be. If you come and taste it, I'll have to say that it's a pity you didn't get to drink the first cup of coffee I brewed. And now I still love you. I love you as always. Just like many years ago when I fell in love with you. Will you come back yet?

Today it's raining until it's cold. Thinking about that time, it was similar. Like this where we're hugging each other on the beatbag all day. I still want to do that.

You never asked me to wait, but I still wait for you. Even though you never come back . . .

When raining almost all day  he never come back.