We ate the sweet and sour chicken on the living room table.
I drank Coke and watched a variety show.
I was told there was ice in the freezer, so got it in a cup; however, there was beer in the fridge, so I brought two cans.
"What?"
As soon as I barely came with two cans of beer and an ice cup in both hands, Alan accepted what was in my hand and smiled.
Feeling like an adult somehow, I strengthened my voice.
"Let's drink for our one hundred day anniversary in advance."
"With that?"
"Yeah. If we drink for our one hundred day anniversary on the day of the CSAT, you will fail the exam."
Alan chuckled.
I said it seriously, but there was some mockery mixed in.
Nonetheless, I proudly pulled out a beer and unhooked the can hook.
Click, there was a sound, and the beer frothed slightly.
I put my mouth to it. I took a big sip.
In my mouth, carbonation and foam bubbled. I drank it down. I frowned as I made a loud groan.
It was most clearly not because it was delicious.
"Oh, it's really bad."
"You said you've drunk it before."
"Huh? Uh, that's..."
It wasn't this bad when I drank it with Alan and his friends, but I thought it was because I didn't drink it alone.
My reaction was the same after another sip. I scratched my neck and quickly picked up the sweet and sour chicken.
Alan held the can's tip in one hand. With the same hand, he grabbed the hook and opened the beer with his index finger.
It was not like me, who opened the can with both hands and drank it with both hands.
"You look like an adult."
With that said, Alan, who handed over the beer looked down at me obliquely.
"It's because you've been drinking a lot, right?"
Alan frowned slightly as I added another sentence.
"What are you talking about."
"Can't you feel the difference between you and me now?"
Alan raised his head while maintaining his expression.
"I don't know."
"... If you don't know, then don't."
If I had to say it, it would only make me miserable on my own.
I kept taking sips of beer and bites of sweet and sour chicken.
And if Alan offered me a cola, I drank one as well. It felt great.
I wonder if this is how my parents feel when they return home from a family vacation and drink a beer.
Alan, who had raised his hand on the sofa, tapped my shoulder and joked around while I was watching TV.
I sipped my beer again and returned my attention to him.
He had touched me, but when I looked at him, he pretended that he hadn't.
"You're ridiculous."
"What is it this time?"
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SWEET LIKE CANDY
Romance"Let's slowly become adults." Jeff Thanapon, who was in school, suffered from the heat and had to leave early. He runs across Alan Hemmawich, a well-known bully in the alley on his way home. Jeff, who is afraid of him, attempts to walk pass him as i...
