Buzz

Vividly colorful, a colorless man visited Neunghwari in summer.

“Are you a pervert?”

A burst of laughter, huh, scattered above Nagyung’s forehead. Whether it was a yes or a no, she didn’t know. The ambiguously smiling expression made her nerves stand on edge.

“A pervert?!”

“No.”

“…”

“I’m not a pervert.”

The low voice resonating right in front of her felt strangely gentle. And what about the sophisticated and heavy scent of cologne stimulating the tip of her nose?

So, from the beginning, this was all this man’s fault. This strangely attractive man was guilty.

“I think I’m really drunk.”

Suddenly, an utterly nonsensical impulse arose.

“I want to kiss you, Prosecutor.”

Only after the words left her mouth did she realize what she had said. She regretted it, but thinking she couldn’t take it back, she decided to just be even more brazen.

“…Can I?”

Buzz Buzz.

The sound of cicadas chirping from somewhere was loud.

Just for this summer. Even if she did something reckless, swept away by this hot emotion, she felt like she wouldn’t regret it.