Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 133
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Kim Hye Hill laughed out loud. The other girls were casting a few looks at Lee Mina, but they didn’t hesitate to pick up the chips on the floor and eat it. As I looked at them while enjoying the moment, Lee Mina continued.
“Oh, anyway, listen to this, Donnie! What Yi Ruda said was…”
“Hey, but it was truly insane. Yoon Jung In kept asking him, ‘Why did you kiss Donnie in the cheek?’ and Yi Ruda just said, ‘She looked cute,’ with a smile.”
“The ‘cute’ that he mentioned isn’t the same as the ones we say to a dog or so. You know what I mean!”
“So lovely that he’s gonna die!”
“So cheesy that I’m gonna die cringing!”
When someone said those words, all of us burst into laughter. I heard them talk while smiling too. Although they were telling the truth, Yi Ruda would never like me as a girl.
As I kept laughing, I suddenly felt unbearably nauseous. I covered my mouth and ran into the bathroom. Kim Hye Hill, the only person who was controlling herself from dying out of sheer laughter alone, stood up and followed me.
I skipped lunch and dinner, so nothing really came out when I vomited. As I puked, Kim Hye Hill rubbed my back during the whole time. ‘Thanks,’ as I said that while standing up to rinse my mouth, Kim Hye Hill flung a question.
“Did something happen? Your face doesn’t look good when you entered the room.”
“Oh…” I said while wiping the drops of water around my lips. Kim Hye Hill stared at me. Rolling my eyeballs for a moment, I opened my mouth at last.
“Um… what happened is…”
“Uh-huh,” Kim Hye Hill nodded. The few drops of water that came from my chin scattered upon my feet.
I continued, “A boy kissed my cheek and asked if I wasn’t nervous at all.”
“What?”
Narrowing my eyes, I wiped my chin with the back of my hand.
“I mean, isn’t it like he was asking me if it hurts after punching my face?”
“Hold on for a sec…”
Kim Hye Hill paused me shortly with a severe-looking expression. While I looked at her without saying anything, she furrowed her brows as she spoke.
“That seems…”
“Uh-huh.”
Kim Hye Hill fell into thought for a while before she hesitantly continued with a suspicious look on her face.
“He likes you.”
“No, he likes another girl.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? Aren’t you getting it wrong?”
I scratched my cheek.
“I don’t think so.”
“Yes, you do. You ain’t getting it right.”
“No, it’s something that I couldn’t possibly misunderstand.”
As I affirmed with those words, Kim Hye Hill finally grimaced her tranquil-looking face before asking me again.
“… What does it mean then?”
“I don’t get it either.”
“Yeah.”
Facing each other as we stood, both of us looked at each other blankly before sighing. Thus, the retreat ended just like that while leaving a bunch of unanswered questions.
Article 14. The Female Protagonist Has Only One Friend.
There were really those days where it gets tough to get a wink of sleep. That day was when my head was banging with dizziness as if something smashed it hard, and my body felt as heavy as water-soaked cotton. My bed felt like it was floating in the waves of a river while I was lying down peacefully during one of those lazy days I spoke of earlier.
I was going back and forth from a state of sleepiness to an energized status several times. Every dream wasn’t terrible or brutal; however, they were all related to my memories; recalling them made me a bit upset. Notably, the last one left a definite impact on my head.
Ban Yeo Ryung and I were sitting on a comfy purple couch, and there were only white walls around us. There were no people and no decorations. We were the only ones in the space.
Before us was a glass table, and there was a pair of wooden bowls on top of it. It was empty.
Suddenly, I realized that my body was as feeble as that of a child. Once it came across my mind, I suddenly felt hungry. Even if it was a dream, the hunger I felt was so real.
‘Is there anything I can eat?’ While I glanced around to get some food, I heard the sound of something pouring in front.
Beside my empty bowl, something like marshmallows showered down to Ban Yeo Ryung’s bowl. Even after filling the whole container, they still kept pouring over it until it dropped to the sides.
Putting her hands together neatly on her knees like a good child, Ban Yeo Ryung stared at it nonchalantly. She then opened her lips.
“I don’t need them.”
Her words were unusually explicit. While I looked at her blankly, Ban Yeo Ryung glanced at me before speaking to the empty space again.
“Please stop.”
“Why?”
Surprisingly, a question flung from out of nowhere. Before answering, Ban Yeo Ryung grew a little hesitant. Her attitude was, somehow, similar to that of the Ban Yeo Ryung in the real world.
She, at last, responded to the question.
“Gonna hate me.”
“You? By who?”
“Those who don’t have the things I have.”
Ban Yeo Ryung then rolled her eyeballs to look at me. Her moist, dark eyes shone serenely, and that was the last scene in my dreams.
Narrow sunlight leaked through the window. It was difficult to see the clock in my bed. I tried to get up but soon felt the heaviness of my body today, so I buried my face in the comforter instead, staying like that for quite a while.
Thanks to the sound of someone knocking on the front door, I could avoid lazing away for hours. Getting myself barely out of bed, I roughly swept my tangled hair back before going outside the living room.
The whole place was quiet. When I glanced at the clock in the living room, I finally realized that it was already 9 in the morning. It was summer, and the sun rose earlier. Today, the sunlight felt weak, so I thought that it was about 5 in the morning or so. It might have been just a cloudy day, though. I opened the front door barefoot, and when I saw the people who were standing in front, my jaw dropped.
Since I just got up the bed, I faced them with tangled hair and unwashed face while wearing a paint-stained, white t-shirt and shorts. Compared to how I looked like that time, Ban Yeo Ryung and Ban Yeo Dan were wearing layers of clothes.
Yeo Dan oppa was wearing the most decent outfit that I ever saw. He was wearing a jet-black, slim-fit suit. A deep blue lining was dimly seen through the pocket on his chest. He wore a less saturated, round t-shirt inside while he had loafers on his feet. Ban Yeo Ryung, who was standing behind him, wore a cream sleeveless sweater and a white lace skirt.
Holding the doorknob, I was at a loss of words for quite a while. Yeo Dan oppa then broke the ice while handing me out something.
“It’s 9, so I thought you’re already awake. Here.”
“This is…?”
As I took it from him, I realized that it was a gift-wrapped chocolate box that looked like the ones sold in hotel bakeries. As I dropped my gaze at the box for a second, I soon grinned brightly.
“Wow, where did you get this?” I asked, raising my head.
“Got it as a gift from my relatives recently,” he replied shortly.
As if it was the end of our conversation, Ban Yeo Dan tried to close the door. “Oh, hold on,” I said while pressing my hand into the closing door before asking Ban Yeo Ryung.
“But where are you guys going with those outfits? It’s so early in the morning!”
“Oh, our uncle recently remodeled his store. He’s holding an event to celebrate, so we’re going there.”
I then showed that I understood her explanation through my expression in a flash. One of Ban Yeo Ryung’s relatives was a famed designer, so I knew what was going on.
They would often invite Ban Yeo Ryung and Ban Yeo Dan to those events. I also went there with them once when I was in middle school. That was when I became Ban Yeo Ryung and Ban Yeo Dan’s sidekick at that party. After attending just one party, I promised that I would never join them again, although they had delicious food with fun activities.
Anyway, as I shook the chocolate box to show my gratitude and closed the front door, the silent house welcomed me again.
With dim eyes, I stared at the TV, and a pile of laundry before walking out to the terrace and opened the window. The dark clouds reminded me that the rain would be quite heavy today. Scratching my head, I went back into my room. On the desk, I saw the book, “Don’t Eat the Marshmallow—Yet! The Secret to Sweet Success,” thrown out somewhere there. I grabbed it and placed it back into the shelf with a grimace while thinking, ‘So, the dream about Ban Yeo Ryung and I with a bowl with a bunch of marshmallows was simply because of this book.’
I didn’t want to think about the dream and apply any meaning to it anymore; therefore, I pushed it as deeply as possible into the shelf. After that, I picked up my phone and opened it. I then saw that I had received a few messages.