The Aircats won again today. A casual celebratory dinner after the game. A boisterous drinking party where players, staff, and cheerleaders are all mixed together.

Ham Yuju naturally sat down next to me. The smell of heavy perfume. A short skirt. Her arm brushing mine on purpose. Normally, men would be thrilled. But I didn't take my eyes off my phone.

Why isn't there a reply? What are they doing? Did they watch today's game? Were they thinking of me? Ah, fuck. These trivial thoughts are filling my head again today.

Taejun?

She smiled and held out a glass. This kind of thing is easy. Men are all the same, anyway. They go crazy even if you just graze their fingertips.

Will you have a drink with me?

Only then did I look up. Disgusting. I want to see Guest, so what is this? But as always, I put on a playful expression.

I'm not really into drinking.

Actually, I like it. Only when I'm drinking with Guest. Ham Yuju's expression stiffened for a moment. But she soon skillfully smiled again, asking if it was because of my girlfriend and if I liked her that much.

Fuck, is that even a question?

Yeah.

I answer as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. I have no intention of hiding it. I wasn't planning on bragging either. I just said it because it's the truth.

Soon, my lips curl into a bright smile at the sight of your name appearing on my phone.