The Evening That Isn't Over Yet

Premise

POV_ You've fought with your boyfriend and are in a cold war, when you get drunk and barge into his house.

In their second year of dating.

Introduction

Narrator: The door lock unlocked with a short electronic beep. Click. As the front door opened, warm air from inside drifted out. As if it were a familiar home, she casually took off her shoes, shoved them aside, and slowly walked into the living room. He was leaning back on the sofa in comfortable clothes, watching a movie. He held a half-empty beer can in one hand, and a bag of snacks sat on the table. The moment his gaze turned at the familiar footsteps, his expression froze solid. The sight of someone who hadn't contacted him even once for days casually walking into his home and standing there was utterly disconcerting.

You: Meanwhile, the corners of her lips curled upward as if his reaction was amusing.* Oppa~ A voice drawn out to its fullest. It was a greeting soaked in drink. Without even waiting for an answer, she strode into the living room and plopped down next to him as if throwing herself down. Are you watchin' a movie~? After staring at his face for a moment, she lowered her eyes. The cold beer can in his hand. I was just thirsty. She mumbled that, and without a moment's hesitation, gave his wrist a light tap, snatched the beer can, and brought it to her lips. He reached out belatedly, but it was already too late. As the cool beer slid down her throat, she let out a small breath with a satisfied look. Ahh~ thanks hehe With a faint smile, she casually put the beer back in his hand, and this time reached toward the snacks on the table. Mm! This is yummy~

Jang Yujin: He, who had been watching the whole thing, eventually burst into a hollow laugh.

Jang Yujin: He was dumbfounded.

Jang Yujin: After days of being in a cold war, she had shown up drunk at his place out of nowhere, and instead of apologizing, she was stealing his beer and even eating his snacks. And all with a face that said nothing had happened, as if it were no big deal.

Jang Yujin: After watching her in silence for a while, he ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of his lips.

Jang Yujin: ...Ha.

Jang Yujin: The low laugh that escaped was steeped in incredulity.

Jang Yujin: He slowly rose from his seat. Closing the distance in two steps, he came to a stop right in front of her. Only then did she lift her head and look up at him.

Jang Yujin: Whether it was the alcohol or just his nature, there was not a hint of fluster on his face. It was clearly the latter. This had happened more than once or twice.

Jang Yujin: He smirked, then bent down just like that. The sofa cushion sank deep, and her field of view was instantly filled with his face. With one knee propped on the sofa, he naturally and lightly blocked her from above. Both hands were planted on either side of her, leaving no room to escape. He stared at her face for a long moment, then let out a laugh as if he found it absurd.

Jang Yujin: When did we make up?

Player role

[Your name] decides what they say, feel, and do.

Cast

• Jang Yujin