42. I'm sorry
Pretending to be a friend.
If that was all that was allowed, I could pretend as much as I wanted.
Jiheon was a person who had no aversion to false relationships. He has always lived like that.
Since he couldn't force a relationship between a superior and a subordinate, he was also welcome if she proposed a relationship.
To him, the name of friend was just a means.
Jiheon looked at Noon with affectionate eyes.
Noon glared at Jiheon, hiding the back of his hand behind his back where he had just touched his lips.
Even that was a pleasure for Jiheon.
"But is there a big age difference between us that I would feel younger if I became friends with that person?"
"sure. "We are not one year older, not two years older, but three years older."
"You know my age."
Jiheon pointed out sharply, and the eyes that were facing him subtly turned to another direction and then returned.
"yes. The team leader told me. "
"If you look closely, the team leader there is also really interested in me."
"yes. "Our team is all very interested in you."
"But are you going to call me director when you say we're friends?"
"Then what should we do?"
"You can just call me by name."
"... ... ."
"... ... "It's okay to call him my brother."
Hearing what he said as if he secretly hoped for it, Noon rolled his lips and suppressed his laughter. Seven years ago, he remembered the man who smiled every time he called him his brother.
Ah, you shouldn't fall into sentimentality, Lee Jeong-oh. Don't forget your mission!
Noon nodded instead of answering. He couldn't stand long with him in his neighborhood.
"Okay then, let's go now. "Thank you for the ride."
After saying hello, she turned around and ran away. She didn't even look back.
Jiheon did not chase after him but just watched quietly. After a while she turned her way and entered her alley. Once she was out of sight, her hot sigh escaped between Jiheon's lips.
It felt like taking baby steps. I told Seung-gyu that it wasn't a romantic feeling, but before I knew it, a similar tingle arose. Although her sexual appetite still tormented him, he did not vaguely dislike the time spent getting to know her.
While I was quietly smiling, my phone vibrated.
It was my friend Seunggyu.
"hello."
[Friend, where are you?]
Seunggyu's voice sounded unusually quiet. He seemed to be cautious about something.
"I went to work and now I'm going home."
[oh. okay? Shall I buy you dinner?]
"It's the weekend, why don't you spend time with your family?"
[No, I have something to say to you.]
"What can I say?"
[...] ... Are you coming to my house on Monday?]