Sa Rang thought that there seemed to be a considerable difference between liking this man and this man liking me.

Perhaps due to the effects of alcohol, bitterness doubled.

“Just.”

Although I hoped that he might have waited for me, it wasn’t the case as expected.

The air completely deflated from the bloated heart of Sa Rang.

It seemed like saying “I miss you” would only be possible in the next relationship.

“Well, just stay then. I will go inside.”

Sa Rang pouted her lips and turned around.

Then Do Han grabbed her wrist and turned her around.

What? Why?

She looked up at him with eyes full of defiance, but his gaze seemed slightly fiercer than usual.

Uh? Is he angry?

Because of Yoon Jae?

Her heart began to pound uncontrollably again, but Sa Rang calmed her heart, saying that it couldn’t be.

But then, he spit out a shocking phrase.

A phrase she thought she could only hear from her next boyfriend.

“Don’t drink with other men from now on.”

Words of jealousy.

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Was it because of the alcohol?

Sa Rang suddenly felt dizzy.

No, it wasn’t the alcohol. She was just shocked that the words she just heard had actually come from Do Han.

Only after blinking several times did she manage to open her mouth.

“But you said it’s okay for a girlfriend to drink alone with another man.”

When Do Han didn’t answer, she asked in a timid voice.

“So am I, not your girlfriend?”

Do Han, who had been silent because it was difficult to backtrack on his words, sighed at the absurd question.

How could she think that?

Frozen face, eyes trembling in anxiety.

It was simply ridiculous.

“We even kissed, what nonsense are you talking about.”

Exactly.

If you say I’m not your girlfriend even after we kissed, then you’re really a bad guy.

Sa Rang felt relieved and wondered what his words meant earlier.

Was it really jealousy?

Given Do Han’s personality, it didn’t make sense, but she had to confirm.

“Do you not like it when I drink with Yoon Jae?”

At her cautious question, he took a moment before answering.

“Yes.”

Her eyes widened at his short answer.

“Do you feel bad when you see me with Yoon Jae?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really mind me with Yoon Jae……”

When Sa Rang, excited by his repetitive affirmative answers, kept pouring out questions, suddenly, Do Han lowered his head and kissed her.

He sucked her lips so they wouldn’t hurt, and a little roughly entered between her opened lips.

However, surprised by the sudden kiss, Sa Rang wobbled and his lips fell off.

“Stop saying that friend’s name. I don’t want to hear it.”

It was blatant jealousy.

Do Han’s distorted face proved it.

Sa Rang’s heart pounded harder than when he had kissed her just now.

It felt like she really became this man’s girlfriend.

She was dating, so she was a girlfriend from the beginning, but it felt clearer.

Like you can drive only if you have a driver’s license, it felt like she had received a qualification certificate to be Ji Do Han’s girlfriend.

Sa Rang felt both happy and choked, as if she had passed a big test.

“I got it. I won’t call his name in front of you and I won’t drink alone with him.”

Sa Rang showed a bright smile with her moist eyes.

She was grateful and proud of her boyfriend’s jealousy.

Because it meant that he liked her that much.

“Don’t even hold his hand.”

“What? When did I, hold his hand.”

As she tilted her head, she almost mentioned Yoon Jae’s name without realizing it and quickly swallowed her words.

“You did. Earlier. You were the first.”

Sa Rang recalled it and opened her mouth slightly.

“Ah. That wasn’t holding hands, but making a promise by hooking our little fingers.”

“What promise.”

“To write a letter when he goes to the army.”

“Why do you have to?”

“Because we’re friends.”

“Don’t.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t. The letter.”

As Do Han, with a hard expression, spoke firmly, Sa Rang was taken aback.

She didn’t know he was such a jealous man.

How on earth did he endure so far?

While she was surprised at Do Han’s unfamiliar appearance, he continued speaking.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“That is, I heard that a letter can be a source of strength when you go to the army.”

“Don’t write it, I’ve said. I don’t want another man to find solace in your letters.”

Seems like he was really determined today.

His face was expressionless, but the anger was evident in each word he spat out.

Sa Rang didn’t know how to react, her mouth dry, and finally managed to stutter a reply.

“But we’re friends.”

“Then write just once.”

“I’ve already promised to write two, three times.”

When Do Han furrowed his brows, she hastily excused herself.

“I rejected the idea of writing twenty, thirty letters, saying ‘Do you think I’m your girlfriend?’.”

At this appeal, Do Han nodded his head as if to say he understood.

“Twice. As a courtesy to a friend.”

“Three times.”

Sa Rang quickly held up three fingers.

Let’s just go with three times, boyfriend.

I have my pride too. How am I supposed to say I can’t write letters because my boyfriend dislikes it?