Like this, last night, my confidence took a hit and I was in a state of exhaustion. Therefore, I try to make excuses for not being able to do anything about being crooked to Il-jo. 

There is nothing wrong with the guy who cleaned the house and work hard. It's not his fault that my date was ruined. But acknowledging this inside out on your own is a different matter. 

“Why do you look like that? Because everything you said is right.” 

“….” 

“I’m not really mad.” 

But Il-jo didn't seem to believe me. What if you don't believe it? I already say so. I didn't feel the need to ask for his consent, so I lightly brushed off the previous topic. It would be foolish to respond emotionally to his words.

Besides, it was fortunate that he was aware of the non-funny situation that the person he fell in love with was a cousin with a bad personality. 

I watched Il-jo quietly. You have to let your emotions go. If you're not aware of it, it's my job to help you get it done quickly. I got up, pushing the chair, and pulled out two bottles of beer from the refrigerator. 

When I handed the cold bottle so that it touched the back of his hand, Il-jo took the beer bottle in surprise. 

“Tha, thank you.” 

“But I’ve been thinking about it for a while, aren’t you surprisingly objective?” 

"Yes?" 

“When uncle was at the hospital, you were sometimes beaten by Jung-in or Jung-soo. I asked why... Just looking at you, you have a tendency to scratch people a bit. I get annoyed when someone who doesn't want to hear the right words from the original person. Because it’s me, I accept it. Most men get angry when they hear that.” 

“… .” 

“So, don’t do that in front of those bastards. Pretend to be an idiot whenever possible.”

"Yes… .” Iljo stiffly bowed his head. It was a shame that I knew. 

“Anyway, I’m glad you know that liking me is a bad thing. But you know that it is also for your own good.” 

"That's right. self-sufficient... .” 

“Can I help you? Make up your mind quickly.” 

I didn't even think of picking up his bottle until mine was half empty. "what are you doing. You should drink it before it gets lukewarm. Shall I get some cheese too? I had leftovers from what I ate yesterday.” When I returned to the table after rummaging through the refrigerator, Il-jo was struggling to open the bottle with trembling hands. But every time I cleaned it in vain, the lid turned around. “What are you doing now?” I've never seen a man with the concept of not being able to open a beer bottle properly due to his weak wrist. If there is, it would be a blast. Why is Lee Il-jo suddenly acting weak in front of me? To appeal to something? I got goosebumps and stole his bottle. It was when the lid was easily opened and handed over.

 "What the… .” 

Il-jo was crying. 

Trying to put up with the shaking of the back and shoulders. The eyelashes looked down from above were wet and droopy. When I want to touch him with my finger,  he shivered and avoided it. It was a gesture of self-esteem.

I was at lost and laugh. Knowing that I was laughing, he clapped at my hand. I felt like I was a man in his 40s who was squealing at a younger woman because I kept doing it, so I suddenly felt bad and stopped touching him. 

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