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"Our gang is complete!"

The sound of Pim shouting at the store seems to drown out the EDM music that is opening.

I'm Nishanand, on vacation a day after a healthy iced tea project with my head on fire, just scaffolding a chill with my school friends, and I feel like I'm back to being a kid again.

"Nisha, you're missing your head."

"Yes! Have a girlfriend and don't care about friends!"

Mint and flour on each set of me before raising a glass with alcohol-adulterated ingredients to drink happily.

Nisha laughed dry. "..No, no boyfriend. Just...Just work hard. "

But just saying that, his heart sneaks into the building every time someone talks about the word "boyfriend," someone floats into his head unexpectedly...

Wetka...

Slowly, the music began to change the rhythm to bossa, and the lights dimmed, and the staff came to serve another drink, and I lifted up a sip, and the alcohol spread to a sense of relaxation, but the heart warmed up because someone refused to send a message...

"It's blushing!" Mint, sitting next to him, suddenly noticed that the girl raised a glass of drinking unusually often.

"Don't tease!" Nisha laughed before throwing cushions at his friend.

I closed my eyes for a second...Memories of the sea flowed like storms along the balcony, waves, and soft lips...I immediately opened my eyes and downed the liquor in the glass.

"Drunk can forget," I muttered softly, but deep down I know...No way to forget

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Vedka arrived in Thailand the other night, and had not yet entered the company, and the men sent Message a report.

"Mr. Nishanand is not at the office today. It seems to be on vacation, boss."

I stood by the upstairs window of the house, looking out into the darkness. The sound of that message was still circling in my head.

"Vacation...?"I came back and didn't see her face for days, but instead of talking, making eye contact, knowing if she missed it...

She's back...Escape?

I threw my phone on the table, a strange frustration permeated like a thin fog, and you know what I've been through, cleaning up my past to come back to her with nothing to spend, but when I came back, she wasn't there, as if...I don't matter anymore. Thick palms grab a shirt and wear it before I walk to pick up the car keys. Tonight, I'll find you.

And will "punish" her...Who owns your heart for sure?

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"Piss for a second!" Nishata told a friend before walking out of the famous music zone to the bathroom.

In the mirror, I saw myself blushing, my heart shaking, not knowing because of alcohol or nostalgia, picking up my phone again.

No messages.

There's not even a reading.

...So what are you doing?

Some bodies took a strong breath, walked back to the group of friends, but didn't reach the table well. Someone...In a completely black shirt, he walked quietly into the store, dimly lit, but I recognized her immediately.

My heart was like stopped beating, she stood not far away. Sharp eyes still stared at me as if looking through everything.

. "..Mr. Wetka..."I muttered unconsciously.

"Who's your friend? So handsome."

"Not a man! That's it...Wetka! "

"Hey, really?!"

The sound of my friends gossiping. I quickly turned to no hands.

Wetka came in and stopped in front of me, and the smell of your perfume almost knocked me out.

"Is that fun?" she asked in a smooth voice.

. "..Yes? "

"Take a vacation to free you." Her tone was cold, but her eyes were thin.

I'm tight. My heart is pounding.

"Come home with me," she finished, suddenly turning around without waiting to hear the answer.

"Then why me?..I have to go. "Some bodies were going to walk to sit, but they were pulled out of here.

. "..I'm not going. "I took a deep breath and finally brushed off.

Wethka paused. Look back at the girl's body still before the cold palms held tighter and dragged me away without explanation.

"Hey..."I was so shocked that I almost stumbled on my leg.

"I'm not asking for permission," she whispered softly in her ear.

Her hands...Unlike her cold face, Libra's touch is tight but painless, like saying, "If you run again, I'll follow you to the end."

And don't know why...That's why I didn't even resist, just being held like that, my heart pounded so hard that I almost drowned out the music in the store.

Wetka knew she would deny this child was stubborn the way I was...Can't help but want to "hold" herself. Her little hand shook a little in the palm of my hand.

But she didn't pull back, didn't scream, didn't even ask questions, and that made me want to...Even more, the little girl in my eyes today changed from an apprentice in a neat dress to barely swallowing the office floor.

Now...She wore a fine, clean white, thin-sleeved shirt that unbuttoned on just one stone, revealing a lower neck, and a small collarbone that was so smooth that she wanted to attach her palms to her touch, and she wore high-waisted jeans that fit her thighs, a slender show that was so white that the lights echoed the shop, the more time she moved gently, the more fragile, the more cherished... The lips are tinged with dry rose pink lipstick. The sweet but slightly tantalizing. The big eyes are lightly dressed in a golden-brown color that looks like a sparkle. Even though it doesn't wear dark makeup, the more it makes the little face clear that it's hard to lose sight. The faint aroma of the baby powder perfume mixed with her clean body smell floated to the end of my nose with a flickering eye. Without knowing that she was "provoking" me in a way that she didn't mean, and the more she didn't mean it, the harder it was to stop her from "wanting" than this.

Nisha can only sneak up on Vedka, who drives without talking, causing the atmosphere to become so tense that he wants to warp away from here to know and survive.

We returned to the quiet condo, no words, but the atmosphere inside was hotter than the lights in the tavern a moment ago.

I walked through the door before I was gently pushed to the wall by Wetka.

"Aw!" cried Nisha in a lost voice.

"Why are you fleeing me?" Your voice is a tiger.

Vedka's tone is like a calm person, but I know it's not...She's about to explode.

"I am...Not fleeing, "a small body, a trembling voice, both out of guilt, and...Something clinging in the heart.

Wetka said nothing else. Her lips touched down on my neck, lightly and lingering, and suddenly grew stronger in the way that I had to tighten your shirt. Everything happened so fast. Her breath was so hot, deliberately blowing on my neck. One hand slid low down to the back plate as if to untie every wall. Before looking up on my lips, pressing a grinding kiss, sleepwalking, sweeping my tongue all over the corner, evoking a total feeling. Both hands moved around the other's neck, fasting a kiss, drinking for a while. The previous feeling of regret was gone. "She was gullible," I cursed myself in the other. Mind, before realizing that the body is naked with increasing demands.

"Remember that...Who do you belong to? "Vedka's hoarse voice whispered in her ear, which made her heart seem to jump out before being hit by a spoon in her arms.

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