SOG (English)

#6

Go Woo-Jin raised his black eyes as if puzzled, then hardened his lips enough to look rather scary.

— What do you mean 'already'? I'm telling you this just in case, but by 'confession' I mean, I'm talking about how you came to my house in a wrecked state and screamed. Do you have anything else to confess?

Screw it all (*Damn it). After listening to Woo-Jin's words, Jae-Chan realized what had happened. It was the worst.

<<Yah, you*(he's referring to himself -SJC-) son of a bitch!>>

<<If you're back, you should've gone to before you confessed to this guy.>>

There was a difference as wide as the distance between heaven and earth when it came to 'having' an unrequited love and 'confessing' an unrequited love. He remembered the moment of confession that he had forgotten, or forcibly buried, blankly.

When was it? He thought it was last summer... Aak! Just thinking about it made him scream as if he was standing on an acupressure plate.

— …. Uhm. That is.

The words just wouldn't come out. He was so embarrassed that for a moment he became an idiot with a broken mouth.

It wasn't a normal confession that he, at 21, could call a proper confession. Literally, he had a bottle of soju stuck in his throat, and spoke with a drunkard's honest feelings. He was the type to remember everything when he drank alcohol, so he thought he was gonna tear up the blanket and eat it from shame after sleeping for a while. He even had a psychiatric consultation to forget the humiliation.

<<Ha-ha, everyone lives while dealing with their embarrassing memories. If you try to force yourself to forget, the wrinkles in your brain get deeper. Just leave it as it is and when it comes to mind just contemplate. You go: —Oh, I'm so embarrassed.—, and you let it pass you by.>>

He got goosebumps thinking about his grinning psychiatrist, amused by his troubles. He was swept away to the distant world for a moment because of the shock, and he barely came back to reality by taking a deep breath. He shook his head.

— That… Because of the alcohol I wasn't in my right mind.

— …….

— You won't believe every word that comes out of a drunkard's mouth, will you?

Sun Jae-Chan chose to avoid it all together. Confessing right after drinking alcohol was the biggest black history of his life, but due to this, he had a perfect excuse in place to justify the pitiful situation.

— It wasn't a confession?

Go Woo-Jin inquired softly. Jae-Chan bowed his head while distracted by the desire to erase his lack of judgement.

— No.

While answering, he backed away. -Deu-reuk-, he pushed the stool back by applying force to the front of the sneakers. He laid bare his embarrassment, but he thought he couldn't help it anyway. In his immature days, the moment of confession that he had barely buried away, was clearly revived making his face flushed with shame.

<<Go Woo-Jin, you're handsome! Go Woo-Jin, I like you! I'm telling you I like you, you rascal! Go Woo-Jin, you're handsome! Sniff sniff. I really like you! Sniff sniff.>>

He wanted to run away immediately like a rhino. <<You crazy brat, why did you do that, why?!>> His slender neck turned bright red.

— I was drunk, so I said something inappropriate.

He didn't know if he should avoid his eyes. For now, he kept insisting until the end. Sincerely, he hoped Go Woo-Jin would accept his confession only as a drunkard's ramble.